Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1886-12-01

firing considerably several OF llS were
standing, grouped together looking ont
over che field Of wheat, wondering what
had been the result Of the days work
and what would be- the result Of the
morrow, when we heard some wounded
man, way over in the wheat grooming
terribly. His means were sickening to
listen to, and it got 50 after awhile that,
couldn t stand it any longer. So tax.
ing off my .haversack, I handed it to
Enderlin, who was standing by and re-
marked that I was going after that fell
low. This, as every one knew, was q
pretty ticklish piece Of business,
for although it was then night, the
moon was shining, and every rustic of
the wheat that indicated the possibility
Of its being moved by human being,
the Johnnies would send their musket
and rifle balls through it in way that
made it very unhealthy for any person
that might be concealed there.
stStill l resolved to chance it, and
getting down on my hands and knees,
l began to worm my way through the
wheat in the direction of the groan. I
had gone but few yards, however,
when felt some one grasp me by the
leg, and l heard Dicks voice:
{. Look here, Major he said, you
mustn't 90 out there. You might get
killed, and we can't spare you; let me
60 &c II
!" /" why, I don't believe you could
get the fellow in Dick I replied, he is
probably hurt so bad that he has to be
carried, andI don't, believe you could
carry a man in ii: that and through
{" We'll, you just come back and let
me try it, said Dick, III bet you that
bring him in Saying which Dick
bolted ahead, worming his way on his
belly through the wheat as carefully
and cautiously as possible, SO as to
avoid attracting attention, while l re-
turned to the line and awaited results.
"He was gone long time, SO long
that I began to grow uneasy, but fin
ally he made his appearance, crawling
on his stomach through the wheat, and
on his back, with his arms clasped
around his neck, was poor devil
whose hip had been shattered by a
musket ball.
".Where did you find him, Dick?' l
asked him as he lifted the poor fellow
off his back.
" He was within couple of rods of
the rebel lines was Dicks reply, as he
crawled to his feet and stretched him.
self after his long trip.
" Dick said I, you are sergeant. ,
OF course meant in embryo, for at
that moment there wasn't any vacancy,
but there were plenty Of them within
twenty-four hours,
s'There was another little incident
which occurred at the Gettysburg
fght,' continued the Colonel, land
that came directly under my observa-
ton, which will illustrate pretty well
the stuff that was in the men of 1861.
There was an officer in the regiment
by the name of John H. Martin. He
was Lieutenant then, and he is living
at Waverly now. was standing in a
group, of which Martin was one, when
q lighted shell came ricochetting across
the field and stopped almost at our
feet, the fuse still burning, and burned
almost down to the shell. The situation
was about as critical as you can
imagine, and the group began to scat
ter with a rapidity that would do credit
to the activity of each individual men,
Der. All ran but Martin, who suddenly
grasping the shell flung it over stone
wall which was near by. 1t had scarce
ly touched the ground when it exploded,
but fortunately without doing damage
to any of the group, but few of whom
would have probably escaped had it not
been for Martins marvellous presence
of mind. Chillicothe co., Leader.