Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1861-08-07
INCIDENTS oF THE BATTLE.

One of our ri1emen had his piece carried
away by ball, which struck it out of his
hands, just as his company was in the act of
advancing to storm one Of the smaller Rebel
batteries. Unarmed, he sprang forward and
threw himself down on his face, under the en-
emy's guns. A Zouave lay there, wounded
and bleeding, out of the way OF the murder
Gus fire. s'Lay close-lay close, old boy,'
said the latter to the new conner. The boys'll
take this ole furnace n a minnit, and then
we'll git up, an give the Rebels fits again.
Three minutes afterwards, the battery
carried, and the two soldiers were in the thick
est of the fight again.
A Rebel-one of the Georgia regiment-lay
with fearful shot-wound in his side, which
tore out several of his ribs. The blood of
the poor fellow was fast ooZing out, when ono
OF our troops dashed forward from out Of the
melee, and fell, sharply wounded, close beside
him. The Georgian recognized his uniform,
though he was fatally hurt, and feebly put out
his hand. "We came into this BATTLE" nc
said, ssenemies. Let us die friends. Fare
well!'' He spoke no more but his compan-
ion in disaster took the extended hand, and
escaped to relate this touching fact
Father O'Reilly, chaplain OF the Sixty-ninth
regiment. states that at the battle of Bull Run,
while in the act of administering the last con
solations OF religion to dying rebel soldier,
and while clothed in his official robes, lac was
fired upon several times by the Secessionists
One bullet went through his hat, two others
struck his coat. A party of the Black Horse
Cavalry then rode at him, to slay him just as
he finished his sacred mission, and it was with
the greatest difficulty that he escaped. Nei-
ther he nor Father Mooney ever carried
weapons.
An unlucky private in one OF the New York
regiments was wounded in this fight, and his
father arrived ut the hospital Just as the sur
geon was removing the ball from the back Of
his shoulder. The boy lay with his face
downward on the pallet. f'Ah my poor son."
said the father, nIournfuly, E'l'lu very sorry
for you. But it it's bad place to be hit in
thus an The back" The sufferer turned over,
barred his breast and pointed to the opening
above the arm pit, exclaiming, Father, here's
where the ball scent in 20
An artillery man lay on the ground, nearly
exhauste from loss of blood, and too weak to
get out of the way of The tramping troops and
horses that fitted about him. A mounted
horseman came toward him when he raised the
bleeding stumps of both his arms, and cried
out ssdon't tread on me, Capt'ni See both
hands are gone" The trooper leapcd over
him, a shell broke near by, and the crashing
fragments put the sufferer quickly ont OF his
misery.
When Col. Slocum, of the Second Rhode
Island, wounded, his men, not supposing
it to be mortal, crowded around him for fur
ther orders, but he died in minute or two at
ter being shot, his last words being, "Don't
wait for me ayenge my DEATH" And he was
avenged. From that instant the Rhode Isan
ders made charge after charge, each time
bringing host ofrebels to the ground.
One of the Zouaves was struck by a cannon
shot, which tore through his thigh close to his
body, nearly severing the limb from the trunk
AS he fell, he drew his photograph from his
breast, and said TO his nearest comrade, s.Take
this to my wife. Tell her l died like sol
dier, faithful to my country's cause, and the
good old flag. Good bye!" and he died where
he fell"