Arizona republican., 1898-09-19
MEN HIT IN BATTLE.
Observations Of Soldier Who Fought
 in the Great Rebellion.

If you want to know how men die in ba, tie. ask some of those who have been at Wilson's creek. on one side O.. the ether said Judge David Murphy Of the criminal court
 ''I was in Totten's battery. and I saw them. wounded and dying. falling thicl, and fast around me You may say that 1 saw not one man funk in the face of death on that terrible day of fight and bloodshed While I was firing my gun from Bloody hill . youngster, not more than 20 years old. suddenly jerked his leg. He uttered a sharp. quick cry, then bent down and tore the trousers away from the place on his shin where a Mimic ball had struck him. He looked up with a smile, patted he wound with his hand. pulled the torn trousers down. and went on shooting Five minutes later he yelled again and his hand went up to the fleshy part Of his arm. Hit again.. he said, sat down behind the battle ranks and examined his arm The wound was only skin deep. and that seemed to please him hugely, for he tied his handkerchief around it and went again forward into the ranks with his I1usket.
 You're fighting in bad luck today. Pete said a comrade. The youngster tuned his face to answer back, and by the snapping of his eyes it could be seen that his mind formed saucy. de- liant reply. Just then his jaw dropped. i ball plowed it's way through his mouth. leaving nCthing but bloody tcngueless cavity. With hoarse gur- gle the fellow threw his gun on the ground and fed back Of the lines He was found ir q hospital afterward, but never recovered.
 ''On that same day I encountered shree msn under a tree. Their faces were ashy gray, showing that they were mCrtally wounded. ! asked them why they were not attended to, and one Of them said that t was all ever with lhsm: they wanted the surgeons to st- tend first to those who could be saved. Che of the men was smoking a short brierWoOd pipe.
 What are you doing. my friend ?- I asked
 Taking my last smoke, he an swered. his glassy eyes looking stead fly at me. Another was reading let ter He held it up to his face, bu-  headway His eyes were growing dim and his weak. trembling hands folded the missive and thrust it into his breast pocket. He was perfectly re- signed to his fate and had not a word 10 say. When I reJurnsd in the even ing after a luil, I found the three men dead. Their faces were white and set in the shadow Of the tree undar which Iox px- he r1l of lures I knew that they had met death without flunking.
 That's all bCSh about men raving about mother, home and heaven. All the men I have seen die or near death were quiet and perfectly rational. They made no fuss. Those that did were usually delirious, entirely out of their minds The faces of these were ire quently distorted, and gave every evi- ience of the mental and physical ag- ony they unconsciously had endured.
 One thing struck ms as peculiar: Nearly all the regulars exhibited an in stant desire to examine their wounds when they were hit. and the expression Of their faces indicated in a moment whether they were slightly or morally wounded. They seemed to know with unfailing certainty. If the wound was slight and in a place where they could tie it up conveniently, they did so, and then went back to the figh,ing lines. If 1t was mortal. their grave, pale faces betrayed their knowledge. The volun teers were not so well posted, but they were brave as lions and seldom gave up unless seriously hurt. St. Louis Republic.