El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1898-09-07
How 1t Feels To Be Shot.

Edward Marshall, the brave cores
pendent OF the New York journal, who
was terribly wounded in the fight al
Guasimas and who continued to dictate
his work while suffering with what
then appeared to be mortal wound,
writes as follows in the Septem Der
Scribner's:
81 did not hear the bullet shrek
which struck me. This bit of steel
came disgonaliy from the left. l was
standing in the open, and from watch
ing our men in the front had partially
turned to see Roosevelt and his men on
the right. The troops about me were
full of tales of Roosevelt's bravery and
the splendid conduct of his soldiers.
But L did not see Roosevelt. 'Chug"
came the bullet, and l fell into the long
grass, rs much like a lump as had the
other fellows whom / had seen go
down. There was no pain, no surprise.
The tremendous shock so dulled my
sensibilities that it did not occur to me
that anything extraordinary mad hap
pened-that there was the least reason
to be worried. | merely lay perfectly
sa tisfied aud entirely comfortable in
the long grass. 1t was long time be-
fore any one came near me.
The fighting passed away from me rap
idly. There were only left in the
ne Ugh borhood of my little episode the
dead Il could see q dead man not far
away if | looked through the grass
near the ground level, other wounded.
and few first-aid-for-the men
who were searching for US. | heard
two of these men go by calling out to
the wounded to make their where
sbouts known, but it did not occur to
me to answer them. The sun was very
hot and l had some vague thoughts of
but they were not specially
thoughts and | gave them
up. 1t seemed good notion to go to
sleep, but 1 didn't do it.
"Finslly three soldiers found me,
and putting half shelter-tent under |
me, carried me to the shade.
"There were several wounded men |
there before me. The first-aids came |
along. learned that my wound was at |
the side of and had shattered the spine. |
and shaking their heads gravely, gave |
me weak solution of ammonia as
stimulant. | heard one of them say be |
would run for the surgeon. He came
n a few moments, and L was surprised
because he examined me first. He
old me L was about to die. The news
was not pleasant, but it did not interest
ne particularly.
,ages home? he asked. If you do
,ou'd better write 'em-bs quick
81 decided to take his advice.
S"Not far away was a young man shot
through both knees. l had plainly
heard the words His wound is mortal
passed around among the other wound
ID in hoarse whispers, and as l turned
ny head l could see them all looking
It me sorrowfully, and one or two had
ears in their eyes. The surgeon had
lone what he could for all of us and
lad gone away on a keen run to some
'ther group. The young man who had
,een shot through both knees pain
ully worked his way across to me.
I'm a stenographer at home he
aid, grasping my hand and smoothing ::
t gently. Let me take your messages
or you
He searched my pockets, got pencil
nd paper, and l stupidity and slowly
ictsted three letters. L am sure / had
o real conception of anything that
sd happened since the bullet struck !
lie until, as he finished the last letter,
q rolled over iu a faint with upturned
yes. Then 1 understood my dreadful
ut unintentionsl cruelty and tried to
clip him. / couldn't move. For the i
rst time | knew that l was paralyz-
1. C
1.-THE next | knew. Stephen Crane s
nd Richard Harding Davis were bend 9
lg over me. They found men to car /
? me on the tent cloth to the field hos v
ital ~ r