Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-01-18
AT CHICKAMAUGA.
A BIT OF EXPERIENCE WHICH TWO
 MEN WILL REMEMBER.


 man-sIaking Friends with Wounded
 Confederate = Robbed by Ghouls A
 Close Call-In the Swamp.
 Miles P. Cook, of Flint, Mich, went to the front during the rebellion in the Twentieth Ohio Battery, and had an experience at the battle of Chickamauga which he will ever remember. He says:
 .sOn the first day of the fight our battery was charged time after time, but we repulsed the Confederates each time until about mid afternoon A raw regiment was then brought up to act as support for the battery, and at the very first charge they fled in wild disor- der We were left stark alone on open ground, and though we gave them double charges of canister the Confederate lines swept right up to our guns and over us. I was shot in the arm and leg, and was left ly- ing on the ground with scores of others when the guns were drawn off.
 ssAs soon as I could look around me found that the man on my right, who was wounded in the hand, shoulder and thigh, was Confederate. He was member of the Ninth Alabama infantry-one of the charg ing regiments his name was A. R. Car ter. There were other Federal and Confed- crate wounded around us, and the ground was covered with dead men and horses. dressed Carter's wounds and he dressed mine, and with the roar of battle around us we be- came the best of friends None of the wounded were removed that night, and early next day the ghouls began to appear. saw a number of Confederates robbing the dead and wounded, and by and by member of Hoods Texan rangers approached us. I had on pair of new boots of fancy make, and as he came up he ordered me to pull them off. Ireplied that was wounded and could not do it. He remarked that he would have them off in jiffy, and he seized my foot and drew the boot off in a rough manner. The other leg was the wounded one and as he grabbed my foot cried out with the pain. was then braced up against a bank of earth ill sitting position, and the wound had be- ranger for his want of feeling, and with an oath he dropped my foot and picked up a nllsket with a bayonet attached.
 A CLOSE CALL.
 II believe he meant to kill me, but as he thrust at mo the bayonet passed through my right hip and entered the earth, pinning me fast. The merciless Ranger then picked up my foot, braced one of his feet against my body, and pulled off the boot. Everything turned dark to me, although did not lose conscious ness. He was going away with the boots under his arm when Carter reached over and possessed himself of revolver from caval- ryman's holster, and taking careful aim across my legs, he sent a bullet into the Rangers back and dropped him dead in his tracks. I expected we would both bo mur- dered for this, but the fellows own comrades came up and agreed that it served him right They raised me up, cleaned the bayonet of all dirt, and then pulled it out as carefully as possible.
 ''Just below us was g. bit of swamp, and Carter, myself and several others managed to crawl down to it. There was Q bed of soft, wet muck into which we burrowed clear up to our chins, and we were there another twenty-four hours before the Fed erals came to take us off the field The mud bath was doubtless the means of saving our lives, as it kept tho flies away, stopped the loss of blood, and acted as a dressing. When they came to wash me off in hospital the flesh about my wounds was as white as chicken meat, and the soreness had nearly all disappeared. Carter was taken to the same hospital, but I never saw him after ward. But for him should certainly have been murdered by the ranger, and it was he who revenged me. He may yet be living, and if so I would give more to receive word from him than I would to be appointed a member of the presidents cabinet.-Detroit Free Press.