Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1847-06-11
DAVID FULTON, ED1rOn.
VOL. 3.---NO. 80.

banked so, turning his head down the ra-
vine, |, too, started to ride round the breast
work.
&c AS came down lancer dashed at me
with lance in rest. With my sabre parted
his thrust, only receiving slight flesh wound
from ITS point IN the arm, which felt at the
time like the prick of a pin. The lancer turn
ed and fled at that moment ball passed
through my horse on the left side and shatter-
ed my right thigh The shot killed the horse
instantly, and he fell upon my left leg, fasten-
ing me by his weight to the earth. There
lay, right in the midst of the action, where
carnage was riding riot, and every moment
the shot, both from our own and the Mexican
guns, tearing up the earth around me. | tried
TO raise my horse so as to extricate my leg,
but had already grown so weak with my
wound that was unable, and from the mere
attempt fell back exhausted To add to my
horror, horse who was careering about rider
less within few yards of me, received a
wound, and he commenced struggling and
rearing with pain. Two or three times he
came near falling on me, but at length. with
a scream of agony and bound, he fell dead
his body touching my own fallen steed.-
| What had been in momentary dread of, from
the hot firing in my neighborhood, now &C.
curred-my wounded limb, which was lying
across the horse, received another ball in the
ankle.
" now felt disposed to give up, and ex-
hausted through pain and excitement, a film
gathered over my eyes, which | thought was
the precursor of dissolution. From this hope
less state was aroused by a wounded Mexi-
can calling out to me, Bueno Amer1cGnO,' and
turning my eyes towards the spot, saw that
he was holding a certificate and calling to me-
The tide of action now rolled away rom me
and hope again sprung up. The Mexican u
informs began to disappear from the chaparra
and squadrons of our troops passed in sight
apparently in pursuit. While was thus nur.
sing the prospect of escape, beheld not fal
from me a Misunderstanding ranchero, armed
with an American sergeant's short sword, de-
spatching wounded American soldier, whose
! body he robbed-the next he came to was &
| Mexican, whom he served the same way, am
thus | looked on while he murderously slew
four. drew an undischarged pistol from my
holsters, and laying myself along my horse:
neck watched him, expecting to be the mex
victim; but something frightened him from his
vulture-like business, and he fled in another
direction. | need not say that had he visited
me should have taken one shot at the enemy
and would have died content had succeeded
in making such an assassin bite the dust. Two
hours after had the pleasure of shaking some
of my comrades by the hand, who were pick
ing up the wounded. They lifted my Mex
can friend, too, and am pleased to say, he
as well as myself, lives to fight over again the
sangune fray of ReSaca de Ia Palma.
Sergeant Milton exhibited the certificate which
the Mexican soldier afterwards presented to him 1t
from the Treasurer Of Cnahu1, certifying that he be
longed the regular cavalry of the 9Th regiment,
was named Carlos Silva. it dated Saltilo, 18th o
April, I8i6.-lSt. Louis RereiHe.