An absurdist short story about a Union doctor—which many Atlantic readers erroneously believed at the time to be nonfiction.
The bizarre Civil War-era short story by a physician, which many readers erroneously mistook for fact
“Just as heat may, according to amount, warm your hands, cook your meats, or burn your house down, so arsenic is in minute dose an efficient tonic, in larger dose a powerful alterative, and in still greater amount a horrible poison.”