The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1863-06-12
SAINT PAUL. FRIDAY. JUNE IL, 1863.
This is Corporal Hallovan,

cover me. This is Corporal Hallovan,
| Austen"
| Hallovan, I'm glad to see you again.
Miss Golding has been telling me about
YOU"
1t was Austen Winslow. By fortu-
nate coincidence the companies coming to
reinforce us had pounced right upon the
band of Indians who had carried off Lucy
Golding, and he had had the glorious
chance of saving her.
| We rode back to the fort, where we ar
rived just as Catlett's men returned crest.
fallen from their fruitless errand. Catlett
rushed up to congratulate the rescued
girl. At the same instant his eye met
Austen Winslow's. The one was calm
and friendly. What bitter unrelenting
animosity was in the other! Only a few
commonplace words passed at the time
but | had presentiment that mischief
must ensue from such meeting.
took the liberty that evening of re-
questing private interview with the Col
Onel. / related the whole story to him
and told him what l feared. He heard
me through, and said young men were hot
| headed and threatened more than they
meant but he was obliged to me-
Yet my precaution was not taken with
| out reason. About three weeks from
that time Austen Winslow was ordered
to a station seventy miles away, and
George Catlett was confined to his room
with sentry pacing up and down before
| the door.
| There had been a renewal of the quar-
rel, brought about by George Catlett
| Much against his will, Winslow was forced
to accept deadly challenge deadly, be-
cause, though with pistols at twelve PAGES,
| Catlett was crack shot, and had sworn
both should not leave the ground alive.
The colonel had surprised them in lonely
canon, at the very instant they were taking
their positions for the first fire, and had
promptly put the whole party, principals
and seconds, under arrest. He subse-
quently meted out even-handed Justice to
them all; excusing some of the seconds,
reprimanding others, sending Winslow out
of danger, and putting Catlett where he
could harm no one but himself.
God bless that grand old soldier! He's
1 a major-general now; and 1 think it the
greatest privilege of my calling that serve
in his division.
The close Of 1860 saw this country rent
in twain. Many of our officers resigned,
and went, as they called it, ''with their
| States" Catlett, though he belonged to
| Virginia, which did not go out until the
following spring, was one of the first to
throw up bis commission and cast his for
| I'm, bo IIo
Winslow when he left, saying they would,
| perhaps, in the course of the war that was
inevitable, have chance of crossing
swords, which no superior officer could
interrupt. He pledged his soul and body
| if they did, that one of them at least,
should find hospitable grave beneath the
soil where they might meet.
| They did meet; on the sacred soil of
Virginia, at seven O'Clock on the morning
of the 18th of October, 1862.
Our regiment was then part of the
| Army OF the Potomac. | was an orderly
sergeant, and Austen Winslow was the
captain of my company.
They met in a narrow lane running out
of the road between Sheperdstown and
Bunker Hill, where Captain Winslow, in
intercepted a rebel forage train and its
escort on their way to Winchester We
had sharp, sudden engagement, coming
upon the enemy before either was con-
scious of the presence Of the other. The
fighting was mostly hand to hand. l re-
member sending one poor fellow to his
long account; but you don't think its
men you're killing when the clash fairly
comes. 1t seems like cutting your way
through something that you feel will
crush you if You hesitate; and all the hor-
ror of the deed IS lost in the absorbing in
stinct of self-preservation.
Presently realized sense of having
no more antagonists to combat with. Next
came consciousness that was wounded: |
my boot was full of blood, and the blood
was trickling down my temple and my
cheek. Then close by me l heard voice,
family calling:
"Help, Hallovan! I'm badly hurt!"
reused myself and turned in the direc-
ton whence the voice proceeded. There
was Captain Winslow, lying over the body
of his horse, badly hurt indeed. l dis
mounted and staggered toward him, call
ing one or two comrades within hearing
to assist me. He had terrible cash in
the neck, another down the left wrist and
part of the hand, and he was shot through
the left shoulder and side. His right arm
was uninjured. In one minute more the
surgeon was beside him.
ave must put him in one of the cap
tured hay-wagons, the surgeon said.
"Quick! Bring one along while I bind
up this cut in the neck. Thank goodness.
no artery is divided"
"No, no! Him! !-see to him there! !"
the wounded man gasped out with fast ex-
piring energy. "There, say !-Catlett /"
and fell back senseless.
There, indeed! With the morning sun
| lust tinting, his bold, handsome face~up-