Soyer's Culinary Campaign: Being Historical Reminiscences of the Late War.: With The Plain Art of Cookery for Military and Civil Institutions

this brave defender of his country’s cause, from which in a short time the inscription will probably be erased.[8] Signor Marco Vido, brother of Roco Vido, who afterwards acted as Miss Nightingale’s interpreter, informed me that at that time the barracks which were afterwards turned into an hospital were entirely destitute of beds, sheets, blankets, chairs, tables, cooking utensils, or food of any description; the whole of which were supplied by Lady de Redcliffe; the General Hospital was then used by the Turkish army. This was the origin of the largest and most unique hospital in the world. Signor Marco Vido did not quit the general’s side till he had expired. The latter expressed his sincere thanks to him, and also to her ladyship, for the extreme kindness shown to him. Signor Roco re-entered, as I was about to leave, having just written a few words of thanks. He said, “I have told my lady you are here. She will be glad to see you before dinner, if you wish it.” “No, my dear sir, I do not wish to disturb her ladyship; but pray tell her that I am entirely at her orders respecting the Kululee or Hyder Pacha Hospitals.” “By-the-bye, I am going early to-morrow to Hyder Pacha,--perhaps you would like to come with me?” said he. “I shall be most happy, if you go before twelve o’clock,” I replied, “as at that hour I have several appointments at the Barrack Hospital.” “We will start at eight o’clock, if you like.” CHAPTER IX. COMMENCEMENT OF THE CULINARY CAMPAIGN. Good news--First meeting with Mr. Bracebridge--The Hyder Pacha Hospital--Bad cooking--The General Hospital--Meeting with Miss Nightingale--Plans discussed--Miss Nightingale’s anxiety for a change of system--A visitorial pilgrimage--Miss Nightingale’s dietary kitchen--Bad charcoal--Extra diet kitchens--Question of seasoning--The general kitchen--Imperfect arrangements--An old acquaintance--A promising commencement. The next morning we started as agreed upon. On arriving at Scutari, I met a soldier who informed me that a house in Cambridge-street was being prepared for my reception. “It is not two minutes’ walk from here,” said he; “will you go and see it?” “Thank you, not this