Arizona weekly enterprise., 1888-05-26
JOLLY IRISH TIM.
Remini scences of an Eccentric Member
 of Michigan Battery.


 Timothy McGari gle was private in Battery K, First M chigan Artillery. He was distinguished by being the only Irishman of company composed entirely of Germans and by being killed at Marietta, Ga, according to the field surgeon s report and yet com ing home with his battery and landing in Detroit as fresh and spry as when he left the city for the Potomac as Q member of Battery K.
 He was an embodiment of the senti- ment so lustily sung by all the soldiers that could raise tune in those stir ring times of war and hard tack.
 Let the wide world wag as it will
 IU be gay and happy still.
 Tim was always gay and happy. He apparently cared for nothing. As soldier, in the general meaning of the term, he had not the least qualifca- ton; but as a cemrade and general dispeler of the blues he was brill- ant success.
 Had he been charged with all the clo hing he wore and lost and the cost  this day been in debt to the Govern ment, even had his wages gone on since his discharge. At least that is the test imony of his officers. Even his haversack was not sacred to him. When it was well filled with provis- ions comrade came to him and said: ''Tim, that is my haversack you have" Tim looked at him moment and said: "Begorra, if that is so just take it and welcome" at the same time unslinging the sack and handing it to his comrade. Then he went straightway to his Lieuten ant 10 ask for another haversack. That officer replied: You shall have none. 1 have given you dozen already" "All right" said Tim, and walked away contented. A few minutes after ward when the battery was ready to march Tim took his accus toned place and with a haversack slung over his shoulder. But such haversack! He had taken off his drawers tied the bottom of the legs together, stuffed his rations into them. and after tying the top, hung the garment around hls neck bottoms upward.
 Rather than set up tent or be bur dened with carrying it Tim slept on the open ground. literally no canopy but the sky. no covering but his blank ct. One night at one. O clock he rap ped gently on the tent-pole of his Lieutenant. ''Who's there?'' called that officer. its mei' What now, Tim?' 'Shure. ST. it's going to rain and want pick and shovel to dig trench around me so I will not get wet!" ou intolerable nuisance" said the officer, 'if it does rain crawl under my tent"
 When going by water from Cincin- natl to Nashville, Blttery K having been ord cred from the Potomac to the West, at one place the boat was un- | loaded to pass a shoal of several miles, the men and horses going overland to lhe deep water below. Tim was in- | trusted to lead two mules. The air was chilly and the animals were frisky. When reloadin 2 the officer demanded of Tim where his mules were: "Shure and they wanted 10 exercise a little about six miles back and left them there. didn't want 10 be Jeff, when the boat picked us up, back there in the wilderness for no dunn mules.
 Tim was killed at Marietta, Ga, in an artillery duel between Batteries K and I, of the First Michigan, on one side and Battery l, First Missouri, on the other. Tim was holding the Lieutenant horse when shell went through the animal and tore off part of Tim side and back. The surgeon looked at him as he lay wounded and turned away saying: He is virtually dead No man woun ded that way can live ten minutes" Whe the skirmish was over. Tim was still alive. After three days riding in the ambulance with his battery he was taken to the hospital. He recovered and rejoined the battery and was mustered out with it and came back to Detroit.
 He may be dead now, poor fellow, or he may be living, for surely if the shell at Marietta could not kill him nothing but blast from a dynamite bomb could end him. One thing is certain, he is alive yet in the hearts and memories of the First Michigan Artillery. No two of them meet with out exchange of "reminiscences of Irish Tim.-G 5. Holding. i1a Detroit Free Press.