The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-07-09
you, Don't ceme back, You are not

you to 60" When it came she kissed
him. and said, "Now. my brave boy,
run!"
She would gladly have gone herself,
but she thought it better to remain that
she might be with the other two chll-
dren in case the house should be struck
and burned. 1t cost her struggle to
send her son forth on such perilous err
rand, and her face was very pale as she
kissed him. Away sped Charley
through the garden, glancing with won
der at the great furrows the shells had
ploughed. climbed the fence and started
to run with all his might toward Mr..
Persons house, which was half mile
distant. He had scarcely left the gar
den fence, however, when another she'll
came tearing through the shubbery he
had just passed and burst close to the
house. The mothers heart stood still
for an instant, and there was cause for
it. One of the flying fragments struck
poor Charley, and he fell to the
ground with cry of ooh, mammal
Down in the cellar the mother heard
the cry OF her wounded boy, and in
moment she was kneeling by
his side. 1t was sad sight fora moth
er to look upon. The cruel piece of
iron with its ragged edges had stripped
a great piece of flesh from the back of
his ankle upward, completely severing
the cord and laying bare the bone. He
was lying upon his face and the blood
was already staining the green grass
where he had fallen. Speaking words
of encouragement, she removed his shoe
and the fragment of stocking and hasti-
ly bound up the wound with strips torn
from her clothing. In this way she
stanched the flow of blood and quieted
his fears, though she could not alleviate
his pain.
"Now, Charley, I must go up to Mr..
Persons myself, for shell may strike
the house and then Mary and Robby
will be burned. I'll put you behind
that tree, and you will not be in much
danger" Z"
But you'll run, mamma, won't
you?"
And the tears trickled down Charley s
cheeks, though he tried very hard to
keep them back. The tree was large
chestnut, and its generous trunk af-
forded pretty ample protection against
the shells, two of which had struck
near hy while Mrs. Cages was binding
~ wound. Arriving ut Mr.. Pier
) a. she dispatched him i'll great haste
I the fort, while she, with swift feet,
returned to Charley. Becky and Berty
Plorson, aged II and IS, with true girl
ish heroism, returned with her notwith
standing the bursting shells. On the
way they passed several negroes shell
tered behind stumps and stones; and
Mrs. Cages vainly begged them to fol-
low her and assist in the removal of the
wounded by. They found Charley be-
hind the trees, and he said, "Oh, NAM
MAJ I'm so glad you've come back. :"
He could not walk at all, and
he was weak from pain and
loss of blood. SO his mother and the
two girls carried him in their arms as
best they could. Down the hill half
blinded by the smoke and stunned by
the awful explosions, slowly moved the
strange procession. They waded the
little stream in the hollow, stopping a
moment to bathe Charley's face and
hands, and carried their burden mp the
hill to Mr.. Persons house.
BY this tune Mr.. Pierson had reached
the fort and the firing ceased The
other children We're sent for, and in q
few moments the regimental surgeon
and hospital steward came galloping
down to express their sorrow at what
had happened and to render assistance.
The surgeons proffered services were
most gladly accepted. When he was
ready to examine the wound, the mother
said:
"Now, Charley, it will hurt you to
have the wound dressed: but it must be
done; and you must try and bear it. 1t
will soon be over.
"Ill try" said Charley, if you'll be
sure, mamma, and not let my leg be
cut off.
She pressed him to her heart, and as
sured him with loving words that there
was no occasion for so serious an opera.
ton.
''Sing to me, mammal" Sing to me-. "
''Why, Char!ey-I-I-don't believe
l can sing now" she faltered.
''You must, mamma you must
Please sing to me just the same as you
always do, and I'll keep awful still. .
And be reached up and put his arms
pleadingly around her neck. There
was silence IN the room as the little
sufferer persisted in his strange re-
quest. Then the mother closed her
eyes ard tried to sing. Her voice was
tremulous at first, but by mighty eff
| fort she expelled from her mind every
thought save the remembrance for her
love for her wounded child; and she
was soon able to sing to him al
most sweetly and softly as if in
her own quiet home. The boys
arms gracefully relaxed and he lay
back again quietly upon the blood
stained bed, with his head resting half
upon his pillow and half upon his
mothers lap. His eyes were closed, and
his pallid face had lost something of the
roundness and fullness which marked il
in the morning. The mother was bend
ing over him with one Of his hands i'll
| hers. On the Other side of the bed sa,
Berry Pierson tanning Charley's face
At the foot stood the surgeon, and the
steward. Clustered around the room
were half dozen neighbors looking or
with sympathetic. awe. stricken faces
When the mother began to sing the
song she knew be loved, there was a
solemn hush i'll the room, and every eye
was filed with tears. Even the rough
old surgeon, as he cut away the bloody
bandages, was seen to turn away his
head and hastily draw Ills sleeve across
his eyes q number of times; and the
steward was hardly able to distinguish
| his instruments. Under the soothing
effect of his mothers voice the boy al
lowed the wound to be dressed and til,
cruel stitches to be taken. Later in th,
day he dropped asleep and awoke con
| siderably refreshed. He was uncom
/ 1 e.