True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-07-18
A Story Of Colts Revolvers.

We take the following STORY from the
South British Adoe,tiser of May 26th,
forwarded to us by friend in Sandport.=
It is Worth reading.
An Irishman, formerly well known as
one of the choicest spirits in Trinity Col
lege, Dublin, but who, owing to the dill ap
idated fortunes of his ancient family, expa-
triated himself some few years since, and
entered the Turkish army, wrote letter
Or rather journal addressed to a friend,
about year since, of which the following
is an extract. 1t may suffice to state that
he was engaged in the Turkish campaign
in Asia, and during severe engagement,
was wounded on the heights of Basch. .Kad-
ik-Lar. After having described the hor-
rors of the field and his narrow ESCAPES in
two or three sklrmishes, he gave the de-
tail of his suferings for day and two
nights, during which elay exposed among
the slain and wounded on the field of bat
tie. The story of the manner of his es-
cape from two plunderers, or camp follow
ers, by means of revolving pistol is so
curious that we make no apology for ex-
tracting somewhat lengthy passage. We
CONNIE nee the narrative, about the middle
of the journal: All had for long time
been silent, save occasionally groan from
some poor creature wounded like me, per-
haps dying, and the bowling of the wolves
from the forest skirting the field of battle
pretty sort of wake for decent Chris.
tan Turk, and worse by distances, car
tell you, my dear, than Pat Houla
gan's grandmotherfs screeches the nigh
we entered her cabin on the moor after tn,
famous days snip shooting, when they laid
him out as they said, $50 dacant, wild the
plate on his chest, the spalpcen." Well,
to return from this depression, I felt how
fortunate 1t was that l lay so near the mid.
die of the plain-a sort of centre dish you
see-since otherwise I would have been
torn by some savage beast or other, before
any one would have been likely to inquire
into the precise geological nature of my de-
cease. knew very well the next morning
| would be rescued, as I could see that the
Russians were retiring, their fires being
all out this night, and had just said tc
myself, "Jack, it is all right, you will be
easy and comfortable with your limb Gle
gantly bandaged tomorrow" and l actual
ly tried to whistle 'The Bells of Shandon,
and "Rory More and one Or two othc1
tunes to keep up my spirits. TWAS rath
or a failure both in execution and inten
ton, l will own. And now for adcscrip
ton which our old friend Charley Leve
might do justice TO. On a leaacss tree
near me sat SIX or seven huge birds o
prey, gorged with their horrible repast--
| knew they were not likely to touch M
whilst remained living-I cannot add
lively; but I suddenly saw figure fitting
to ahd fro, like the ghost of my aunt
and occasionally STOPPING as ifengagcd il
some office of mercy, and thereby now an
then lost among the broken groups ofme
horses, &c., heapcd upon the plain, an
now and then emerging into the brigh
LIGHT Of the moon, as it came forth fror
behind the dark masses of clouds that OF
casionally obscurcd that terrible landscape
"What is it," says |. Presently, l be
came aware ofthe existence of four or 6v
figures similarly employed. At one tim
I thought they were women, and the
priests administering consolation and aic
I thought of the Spanish storit poor MI
ior Atk--he used to tell us. | kne
h there were monks in Asia, though | coul
. not taN where these came, FROM. The
all kinds ofstrangc thoughts of ghostssan
c vampires, the very creations Of the coul
!. try was in, suggested themselves to III
i imagination. l gazed until could gai
G no longer at their formos, which SCENE
y hardly to approach nearer, and at lenst
g contemplating silScry halo around Il
C moon, which put me in mind of the Gov
4 of Cork and Lucy NJ, the darlin
v I might have continued thus about half,s
}? hour, when sound caused me to tut
round, and l beheld sight that filled n
2. with horror. A figure like one Of Il
re witches in Macbeth was STOPPING over al
t. graphing with the wounded Russian &c
y eral, who lay some ten PAGES distant fro
y !. me. I could hear every breath and NOV
If mcnt Of the pair as the veteran struggl
r