Morning journal and courier., 1885-01-20

my cot, and it protruded from under my | chin: l became speeches. and remained in | a sort of stupor. could hear and was dim | ly cognizant of what was going on arodnd me. My face at last swelled SO that I could not use my eyes, and was practically blind. The surgeons, Dr. McCrurer, of Bangor, and Dr. Hildreth. of Gardiner, told me I must die I took ring off my finger and told my comrades to send it home to my mother. I sent dying message to her and awaited death. I was reconciled, and in my semi unconscious state, quite comfortable. I suf- fered no pain. My limbs grew cold and l sank deeper into the stupor. I heard them say was dying. had fingered along until it was now in January, 1862. Dr. Mcclure took hold of my wrist one day, threw it down after trying to feel my pulse, and I heard him say: The boy is dead; his pulse has stopped. Take him out'
 ''l could not make sign or noise, but had sense enough remaining to think of my jack-knife. thought they would wrap me up in my blanket and bury me, and it popped into my head that I might dig my way out with my jack-knife, although how was to do it, not being able to move mus cle, can't tell you.
 ''My friends gathered around me and I heard their expressions of grief. The time was set for my funeral. The company was drawn up and the chaplain, the Rev. MT. Leonard, who preached in Bangor before and
 
 marks. The ceremony was not enjoyed by me, but my mind was so much dulled that did not fully realize the danger of my situa- tion.
 ''They took me into the dead house and laid me down. Soon the doctors came around and took out their knives. I knew what that meant. They were going to dissect me before I was buried in order to find out something about that enormous sac on my throat. I had to silently face the prospect of being carved alive.
 E' Doctor, guess you had better operate, said Surgeon Hildreth to Surgeon Mcclure.
 s'Dr. Mcclure bent over me, lancet in hand. I made desperate effort to move, to speak, to let them know by some sign that l was yet alive, but all my horror and despair could not even make nerve tWitch. Dr. Mcclure thrust his lancet into the sac at my throat. A stream of foul matter rushed out. The skin on my face relaxed, and he bent over me he saw my eyes open and saw me wink. The thought that was alive thrilled him to the marrow. I saw his face grow pale and heard him confer with the other doctor. I ley carried me back to the hospit al tent. I met Dr. Mcclure many times af- terward, and he told me that he never in his life received such a start as he did when my eyes opened that time.
 Mrs. Sampson was the wife of the lieu tenant-colonel of our regiment. She took a kind interest in me and her nursing saved my life. She watched over me and fussed with me like a mother. I was only one of her charges. The other invalids, as well as I, received her attention, and I tell you she seemed like an angel to all of us.
 'I was a long time rallying. Weeks passed before I could speak. They took me ont on the field to see brigade drill one day. The movements excited that I felt something give way in my throat and I yelled. 1t startled those about me. Il iI-a unioa from tbn tOInhs they said I could make only one sound, and kept that agoing till it made the others ill the hospital almost crazy-I was so tick1ed to think I could speak, you see 1 had to begin anew and learn to talk over again. l was weak for year, but made complete recovery. It did me good. l have been more robust and healthier every way. l have not had any kind of humor since. 1 have outlived nearly all the boys who were my chums and took such good care of me. Ma ior Small, of Oakland and Mrs. Sampson are about the only survivors of the partlcl- pants in the scenes have tried to describe to you Dr. Mcclure, Dr. Hildreth and the Rev MT. Leonard are dead. Every time MT. Leonard saw me between the close of the war and his death the tears came to his eyes and he spoke of having preached my funeral ser mon. Mrs. Sampson wrote me letter J1st after I was married and told me to tell my wife that she wouldn't have had me but for her I guess that's SC"
 The Polo leagues schedule calls for the following games this week: Tuesday, New Britain vs Meriden at Me1iden; Wednesday, New Haven va New Britain at New Britain; Thursday Hartford vs. Waterbury at Water bury, Meriden vs. New Haven at New H%Ssn; Friday, Waterbury vs. Springfield at Springfield, Rockville vs. Hartford at Hartford.
 Middletown's city election took place yes terday Three aldermen, six councilmen, city clerk and treasurer collector and as sessor were elected.
 Arthur Jackson, a colored man and some what noted character of Middletown, has been arrested and taken to Southington, charged with theft in that place. .
 Clinton is in ferment. Deacon Elliot and Pillar Johnson of the Congregationalist church let the town hall to loud tenth-rate variety show Friday night and Clinton's de- prayed youth abandoned the union revival meetings and in body yielded to the allure ments of Satan.