The Express.
London, England, 1855-01-02 00:00:00

PROW ♦ SOLD= 07 TIM 49nt.

The Surrey Standard pa Wishes thefodowing letter
from a wounded soldier who fought under Getup] Evans..
The first is addressed to his wife, who is living fti the ser-
vice of a lady at Woolwich.-Bcutail, Dee. 11, I am very
thankful to God for coming off so safe, for I had the most
miraculous escape in the world. No. 1 onthany and
grezedien were sent to Dour some field batteries belonging
to the divisor which is to prevent the enemy from tatting
our gnu or advancing on the artillery. It was a dreadful
politics to be placed in—our own cannon roaring ever our
heads, the shot, shell, and grape of the enemy, with an in-
numerable number of musketry, pouring in arocaget us,
and many brave British soldiers falling by my side. Not-
withstanding all this, I remained uninjured for four or
flee hours, and fired about one hundred shots, almost
every one of which told mortally on the enemy. At some
time they were within fifty yards of us. Aelast, a market
ball pissed through the fleshy pert of my thigh ; the blood
ran profusely. I could not retire, for their artillery was
shelling the ground in my rear, and muses of infantry
were advancing, so I sat down and tied a handkerchief
round my wound, during which time our artillery ran out
of ammunition, and the enemy quickened their advance.
I loaded my rifle and picked up a patent revolver, dropped
by a wounded officer, when, just about ten yards from me,
there was four Russian soldiers and an officer creeping
through the brushwood and massuning all the wounded
that they cams across. Fortunately there was only one of
them loaded, as I soon found out by his placing his thumb
oa the lock of his firelock. Crack went my rifle, and down
he fell. One of the others noticing this came tanning up
with his bayonet fried, followed by the other two. I saw
plainly that I would have no chance with the whole,
so I threw my fireloek at the foremost like a
lance, and stuck the bayonet through his heart.
I had three still to contend with, one of which
wee loading, which I had no chance to do. I took
this revolving pistol, and taking advantage of the bushes I
succeeded in wounding the two °then. The cowardly
officer threw down his sword. I took him prisoner, and
marched him off to the right amongst the bushes, and
got up near our lines when I was getting weak from the
loos of bloid, when, seeing ,one of our men lying dead,
I stooped down for his water-bottler. This cowardly dog
took this advantage, snatched his own sword out of my
left hand, and Inflicted a slight wound on the Booby part of
my arm ; he never dreamt of another shot being In the
pistol, which was in him in less than a second. This
ended my dreadful work for that day, and I hope to
ever. The neat day I was put on board ship and sent
down to Scutari Hospital, where I am at present, and I
am very well eared for and treated. We were not short
of provisions on the Crimea, but we wen often short of
time to cook it. My dear Margaret, my wounds will not
prevent me from scWiering, though I might be out home
to the depot. I am very happy that you are so well pleased
with your place, and that they speak so well of you and are
so very kind. I would have written after getting wounded
only I could nut find your direction. I had your letter in
my pouch ; I left pouch and all on the bottle field. My
dear Margaret, do not be uneasy for my being wounded, at
is but slightly, and I am nearly quit well and out of sny
more danger for some time. The cholera and diarrheas is
doing its work in our ranks—still we bury at the rate of IS
web day at these hospitals. I will enclose you a note in
reply to Mils-, who is so very kind in writing to me. I
must conclude, thanking God fur my health and preserve-
, tion oa the battle field, and your quick recovery from your
, illness. Hoping this will find you in good health.—l re-
, ruin, your loving husband, until death,
J. Timmer, Lance Corporal, 49th Regiment.
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