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some extent explain this. The knowledge

we possess of any part is made up of the
numberless impressions from without which

affect its sensitive surfaces, and which are
transmitted through its nerves to the spinal

nerve-cells, and through them, again, to the
brain. We are thus kept endlessly informed

as to the existence of parts, because the
impressions which reach the brain are, by a law

of our being, referred by us to the part from
which they come. Now, when the part is cut

off, the nerve-trunks which led to it and from
it, remaining capable of being impressed by

irritations, are made to convey to the brain
from the stump impressions which are, as

usual, referred by the brain to the lost parts
to which these nerve-threads belonged. In

other words, the nerve is like a bell-wire.
You may pull it at any part of its course,

and thus ring the bell as well as if you pulled
at the end of the wire; but, in any case,

the intelligent servant will refer the pull to
the front door, and obey it accordingly. The

impressions made on the severed ends of the
nerve are due often to changes in the stump

during healing, and consequently" target="_blank" title="ad.因此,所以">consequently cease when
it has healed, so that finally, in a very healthy

stump, no such impressions arise; the brain
ceases to correspond with the lost leg, and,

as les absents ont toujours tort, it is no longer
remembered or recognized. But in some

cases, such as mine proved at last to my sorrow,
the ends of the nerves undergo a curious

alteration, and get to be enlarged and
altered. This change, as I have seen in my

practice of medicine, sometimes passes up
the nerves toward the centers, and occasions

a more or less constantirritation of the nerve-
fibers, producing neuralgia, which is usually

referred by the brain to that part of the lost
limb to which the affected nerve belonged.

This pain keeps the brain ever mindful of
the missing part, and, imperfectly at least,

preserves to the man a consciousness" target="_blank" title="n.意识;觉悟;知觉">consciousness of
possessing that which he has not.

Where the pains come and go, as they do
in certain cases, the subjective sensations

thus occasioned are very curious, since in
such cases the man loses and gains, and loses

and regains, the consciousness" target="_blank" title="n.意识;觉悟;知觉">consciousness of the presence
of the lost parts, so that he will tell you,

``Now I feel my thumb, now I feel my
little finger.'' I should also add that nearly

every person who has lost an arm above the
elbow feels as though the lost member were

bent at the elbow, and at times is vividly
impressed with the notion that his fingers are

strongly flexed.
Other persons present a peculiarity which

I am at a loss to account for. Where the
leg, for instance, has been lost, they feel as

if the foot were present, but as though the leg
were shortened. Thus, if the thigh has been

taken off, there seems to them to be a foot at
the knee; if the arm, a hand seems to be at

the elbow, or attached to the stump itself.
Before leaving Nashville I had begun to

suffer the most acute pain in my left hand,
especially the little finger; and so perfect was

the idea which was thus kept up of the real
presence of these missing parts that I found

it hard at times to believe them absent. Often
at night I would try with one lost hand to

grope for the other. As, however, I had no
pain in the right arm, the sense of the

existence of that limb gradually disappeared, as
did that of my legs also.

Everything was done for my neuralgia
which the doctors could think of; and at

length, at my suggestion, I was removed, as
I have said, from the Stump Hospital to the

United States Army Hospital for Injuries
and Diseases of the Nervous System. It was

a pleasant, suburban, old-fashioned country-
seat, its gardens surrounded by a circle of

wooden, one-story wards, shaded by fine trees.
There were some three hundred cases of

epilepsy, paralysis, St. Vitus's dance, and wounds
of nerves. On one side of me lay a poor fellow,

a Dane, who had the same burning neuralgia
with which I once suffered, and which I now

learned was only too common. This man
had become hysterical from pain. He carried

a sponge in his pocket, and a bottle of
water in one hand, with which he constantly

wetted the burning hand. Every sound
increased his torture, and he even poured water

into his boots to keep himself from feeling
too sensibly the rough friction of his soles

when walking. Like him, I was greatly
eased by having small doses of morphia

injected under the skin of my shoulder with a
hollow needle fitted to a syringe.

As I improved under the morphia treatment,
I began to be disturbed by the horrible

variety of suffering about me. One man
walked sideways; there was one who could

not smell; another was dumb from an explosion.
In fact, every one had his own abnormal

peculiarity. Near me was a strange
case of palsy of the muscles called

rhomboids, whose office it is to hold down the
shoulder-blades flat on the back during the

motions of the arms, which, in themselves,
were strong enough. When, however, he

lifted these members, the shoulder-blades
stood out from the back like wings, and got

him the sobriquet of the ``Angel.'' In my
ward were also the cases of fits, which very

much annoyed me, as upon any great change
in the weather it was common to have a

dozen convulsions in view at once. Dr. Neek,
one of our physicians, told me that on one

occasion a hundred and fifty fits took place
within thirty-six hours. On my complaining

of these sights, whence I alone could not fly,
I was placed in the paralytic and wound

ward, which I found much more pleasant.
A month of skilful treatment eased me

entirely of my aches, and I then began to
experience certain curious feelings, upon

which, having nothing to do and nothing
to do anything with, I reflected a good deal.

It was a good while before I could correctly
explain to my own satisfaction the phenomena

which at this time I was called upon
to observe. By the various operations

already described I had lost about four fifths
of my weight. As a consequence of this I

ate much less than usual, and could scarcely
have consumed the ration of a soldier. I slept

also but little; for, as sleep is the repose of
the brain, made necessary by the waste of its

tissues during thought and voluntary movement,
and as this latter did not exist in my

case, I needed only that rest which was
necessary to repair such exhaustion of the nerve-

centers as was induced by thinking and the
automatic movements of the viscera.

I observed at this time also that my heart,
in place of beating, as it once did, seventy-

eight in the minute, pulsated only forty-five
times in this interval--a fact to be easily

explained by the perfect quiescence to which
I was reduced, and the consequentabsence of

that healthy and constantstimulus to the
muscles of the heart which exercise occasions.

Notwithstanding these drawbacks, my
physical health was good, which, I confess,

surprised me, for this among other reasons:
It is said that a burn of two thirds of the

surface destroys life, because then all the
excretory matters which this portion of the

glands of the skin evolved are thrown upon
the blood, and poison the man, just as happens

in an animal whose skin the physiologist
has varnished, so as in this way to destroy

its function. Yet here was I, having lost at
least a third of my skin, and apparently none

the worse for it.
Still more remarkable, however, were the

psychical changes which I now began to perceive.
I found to my horror that at times I

was less conscious of myself, of my own
existence, than used to be the case. This

sensation was so novel that at first it quite
bewildered me. I felt like asking some one

constantly if I were really George Dedlow or
not; but, well aware how absurd I should

seem after such a question, I refrained from
speaking of my case, and strove more keenly

to analyze my feelings. At times the conviction
of my want of being myself was overwhelming

and most painful. It was, as well
as I can describe it, a deficiency in the egoistic

sentiment of individuality. About one half
of the sensitive surface of my skin was gone,

and thus much of relation to the outer world
destroyed. As a consequence, a large part

of the receptive central organs must be out
of employ, and, like other idle things,

degenerating rapidly. Moreover, all the great
central ganglia, which give rise to movements in

the limbs, were also eternally at rest. Thus
one half of me was absent or functionally

dead. This set me to thinking how much a
man might lose and yet live. If I were unhappy

enough to survive, I might part with
my spleen at least, as many a dog has done,

and grown fat afterwards. The other organs
with which we breathe and circulate the blood



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