The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-09-09

| on one side of Jackson and the snrroon
on the other. Neither spoke a word
The surgeon saw one of Jaeksou,s
shoes was full of blood. "My God.
General, you are bit r. he exclaimed.
pointing to the blood.
Eyes, / believe he has sprinkled me
a little, Jackson replied. Lets LOOK
at it, but say nothing about it,
he opened his coat Dickinson's aim
had been perfect. He had sent the ban
precisely where he supposed Jackson's
heart was beating. The thinness 81 his
body and the looseness of his coat de-
ceived him. It was a bad-lookino
wound. Two ribs were broken and the
breas -bone was raked. jackson mount-
ed his horse and rode to the tavern
Upon approaching the house he went
up to negro woman, who was churn-
ing, and asked whether the butter had
come. She said it was just coming. He
asked for some buttermilk. While she
Was getting 1t for him he furtively
opened his coat. She saw that his shirt
| was covered with blood. While she was
gazing at the sight, dipper in hand. he
caught her eye, and hastily buttoned
bis coat. She dipped out a quart of
buttermilk and gave it to hifsi He
drank it off at draught, and then went
into the house and had his wound
dressed. He sent a friend to INQUIRE
concerning Dickinson's condition, and to
offer the services of his surgeon. DR..
Catlet replied that Dickinson's case was
past oil surgery, Gen. jackson then
sent bottle OF wine to the physician for
the use of his patient. Dickinson bled
to death. The flow of blood could not be
stopped. He suffered extreme agony,
and uttered distressing cries all day long.
At 9 o'clock that night he asked why
they had put out the lights. The end
was at hand. Five minutes afterwsrd
he died, cursing with his last breath the
ball that had entered his body. His
wife had been summoned. On the way
to Harrisons mills she met procession
OF silent horsemen escorting rough
em1grant wagon that contained her
husbands remains.
jackson gave as a reason for conceal
ing his wound that, as Dickinson con-
sidered himself the best shot in the
world, and was certain of killing him at
the first fire. he did not want him to
have the qualification of knowing that
he had touched him. 81 should have
hit him." he said, "if he had shot me
through the brain"
Jackson was taken to the Hermitage.
His wound proved to be even more Sc
we're that was at first anticipated. It
was month before he could leave the
mouse. The wound healed falsely. Some
OF the viscera were displaced and so re-
manned.
During the exciting session in 1926,
when John Quincy Adams was elected
Presidenr over jackson and Crawford
by the action of Henry Clay, the wound
broke out afresh. jackson was closeted
late one night with a member of Con-
gress, In Washington, in deep converse
over the situation. It is said that the
member promised Jackson Clay's sup
port if he would promise to make Clay
Secretary of State. This would have
elected the General, as three States were
voting for Clay, three for Crawford,
seven forAdams and eleven for Jackson
Long did the Congressman plead with
the old man. It was useless; jackson
would not give an inch. At midnight
the member took his leave. The hall
lamp of the hotel had been extinguished
and the General went stumbling up
stairs in the dark. Upon reaching the
top he supposed he had yet to ascend a
stair, and made an awkward step for
ward. The viscera which had been
displaced by Dickinson's ball and had
falsely healed were again severed from
the breastbone, and the internal wound
was thus reopened. The General
staggered to his room. Over q week
elapsed before he was able to leave his
bed. He had several attacks of bleeding
at the lungs, caused by the wound.
Many times was he brought by them to
the verge of the grave. The affection
was probably aggravated by his mode of
treating it. When threatened with an
attack he would bare his arm, bandage,
take his penknife from his pocket, call
his servant to hold a bowl and bleed
himself. Often during his Presidency
he performed this operation during the
night without any assistance. Thrice,
while President, his friends despaired of
his life, and during the greater part of
his term he was debilitated to a degree
that would have prevented most men
from transacting business. During the
first six years after his retirement from
the Presidency his health was not much
worse than it had usually been in Wash
ington. Every attack of bleeding at the
lungs, however, had left him little
weaker than he had ever been before,
and his recovery was slower and less
complete. During the last two years of
his life he could never be said to have
rallied from these attacks. He grew
very weak and had slight relief from
pain. A cough tormented him day and
night. He had all the symptoms OF
consumption. Six months before death
dropsical symptoms were developed.
They increased, and he finally died June
8, 1916, thirty-nine years and nine days
after the duel.