The morning call., 1892-01-02
DEATH AT CHICKAMAUGA.
A Bullet Had Struck Him Fair in the
Forehead.

Bullet Had Struck Him Fair in the
Forehead.
The rega ent had just moved by the left
flank into the woods, where the smoke hung
SO thick one could not see twenty feet away,
when the Confederates charged us. There
was yelling and shouting and hutly-burly,
and / didn't even know when | was hit, nor
do l remember Of falling. 1t was perhaps
ten minutes later, and the struggle just
there was over, when | opened my eyes and
found myself lying across dead corporal.
just as l crawled Off him some one called:
'sWaH, now, if thar amt a dead Yank
comm back to life!'
A few feet TO the left just getting into po-
sition with his back TO tree, was a Con-
federate who had been shot in the leg
''Whar' yo' hit?" he asked, as l looked at
him.
In the shoulder. l guess. It seems as if
the whole arm was torn away"
Come over yere.
crawled over to him. With his knife he
ripped Isp his pant leg, and then he bound a
handkerchief over his wound. When he had
finished he cut away my blouse around the
shoulder examined the wound as we'll as he
could and kindly remarked:
That ar viii take yo' TO the hospital fur
a month or so. and then git yO' a sixty-day
furlOugh. Purity tough scrimmage. wasn't
il?''
(Which side won ?"
''We'unS, of cO'se You'uns was driv out
in no time It's a powerful battle goin' on
yere. Reckon eve'y man is shootin' as fast
as he kin. Lemme help yo' with that CAN
teen. Waters purity warm, but it's wet.
I'll take a leetle myself. Listen to that
yelln'. Pm jist leetle bit afraid Gineral
Bragg is guine TO skeer Glneral Rosecrans
outer his buteS.
Il am sure we shall win this battle"
'Shoo! You'uEs gwine to be whipped all
TO smash aiore night. Hear that That's
our boys gittin' right along. Lay down thar
and I'll keep yo' posted as fur as / kin.
Reckon this leg feels better when l sit up"
Had either OF US known where to go we
might have hob0led off; but there was no
telling which was the front Or rear of that
fight, and bullets were singing about like
bees.
Now, Yank," said the man after mo-
ment, that's powerful firing over there.
That's yo'uns tryin' to hold position, but
we'uns is gwne to git it away"
u hope not"
'sGot TO- yo' know. Thar goes more can
non on the left. Reckon yO'uns hev bin
bripgin' up mo- guns. No good, though"
There's more cheering"
''Yas, and that's Yankee yellin'. We'un s
got driv back down thar; but it wont last
long. Uncle Robert sent Gineral Long
street c'ar down we're from Narginny, and
we'uns have got 10 win. Good deal o. lead
bein' wasted around yere."
- What's that?" / asked, as there came a
terrible crash OF musketry on Sheridan's
front.
Its jest our battle line breaking cover
down thar. You 'uns was waiting to git in
dose. but l reckon il han't hurt much"
Which side is cheering now?" / asked,
as great shouting could be heard above the
roar Of the guns.
"We'uns, of co'se. Told yo' 'twasn't
much of a dose. Boys jest gettin' right thar.
Got tode it, yo' know. Shoulder feel any
wuss?"
GOOD deal of pain"
THAT'S material. but y0' keep quiet.
Wheu! but bain't they hayin' it hot down
thar? Must be hull bar'ls o. lead flynn
around loose!"
There's more cheering. Which side does
that come from ?"
He made no reply.
'Who is cheering now"
He was still silent j turned over until
could see his face. He sat there dead. A
bullet had struck him fair in the forehead
and death had come 50 quickly that he still
sat erect, and his lips were parted As if to
answer my questiOn.-M. Quad, in Post Dis
patch,