Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1867-08-23

fiattened against the large bone.of the hind
leg, and handed to me.
Never shall forget the pleasure felt
when saw on the rescued bullet, the No.
5, with dot as fresh and clear as if it had
just come from the pressing machine.
Great was the rejoicing that night In
the camp of the 10th. Blue fires were
burnt, the band came and seranaded Meg
gle. The whole of the officers, Including
the old Colonel, came as to levee Dul
still felt there was one more thing TO DE
found out How did the No. 2 bullet get
into the saddle?
AT length 1 inquired whether any OF the
officers missed any of their arms. Curl-
ously enough, the only missing arm was a
gun belonging to the wounded captain. l
asked, did he remember the size lie did.
1t was just shade smaller than the bore
of the regimental carbines. You could get
government bullet down by good deal
of hammering.
now propounded my theory, that the
bullet No 2, had been fired from the cap
tain's missing rifle, for the point OF The
bullet was marked with rings, consldera-
bly, fiattened. Now, there was n0tnlng LII
the flesh, and nothing in the saddle to pro-
duce these marks, and they must therefore
have been produced before firing. :,
Ithen proposed that full search SHOULD
be made with dogs, for at least two miies
round, from where the shot was nred TO
see if any traces could tie found OF either
the man or the gun.
We made the most careful search; pre-
sently came to stone on the road Itself,
marked in the most peculiar manner.
"What s the cause of these marks ?" said
I to the farrier of the troop, who had vol
unteered to help, and who said he never
felt more grateful to any one In all his life,
than he did to me for squeezing his wrist
so hard that day.
"Whst s the cause? It's been used as a
hammer for something's nail In shoe. =
"Nail-heads are square,"
"True for you-these are round"
"Do you think ramTod would make
these marks?'
cit just would. Somebody's been driv-
ing down hard bullet with il"
$50 l think. Now take this stone and
throw it straight over that gap into the
middle of the copse, and I'll mark where
it seems to fall"
He threw it, and marking the spot, we
found our way into the jungle; and there
within few yards of the stone, under the
the remains of native, stripped entirely
of flesh and skin except on the hands and
feet, and with great gaping wound in the
skull and in the inside, which the ants
had perfectly cleaned out, was large
piece of the breech of the burst gun that
he had by his side.
The whole evidence was there; two
empty cartridge cases: another No. 9 bull
let; eight untouched cartridges. 1t was
clear enough that the man, whoever he
was, had taken the captains gun and put
ting in two charges of powder, rammed
down the toe large bullet with the blows
of the stone on the now bruised end of
the ramrod; and the loud report, that all
the witnesses spoke to was as loud as the
simultaneous discharge of three charges of
could make it. While the want of force in
the bullet was accounted for by the burst
ing of the gun.
We took home the skull and the burst
rifle, and the cartridge cases, together with
some remnants of clothing; and we there
found out the intended murderer to have
been one of the syces, or grooms of the
captain, that he had horsewhipped month
before for ill-using horse of which he
had charge.
OF course there was new trial ordered ;
and, as the evidence was unquestionable,
Gerald was discharged.
odd he leave the regiment?"
Not bit,-why should he? The men
worshipped him, and the officer who was
wounded was invalided; and he and his
comrades managed matters among them so
well, that at the first parade of the regi-
ment in Calcutta, some SIX months after
wards, the old Colonel presented to the
mena new officer, Captain Ashton, adding,
eff he makes half as good an officer as he
did soldier there will not be better in
her Majesty service"
"And your sister Margaret?"
60, Eve just sent a little case, lined with
velvet, and something inside engraved
William Gerald Ashton, from his affec-
Tomato uncle
CHOW, lads, there s the out lights so
we IL turn in quietly, and make bulls-eyes
at every shot tomorrow"