The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-07-07

ried. Being too badly wounded to move much ordered two of my best marks men to come up nearer to me. and Tire at the right flank of the enemy as fast as they could, so as to prevent the ''in- surrectos" encircnng my left, and thus boxing my command in the mouth of the canyon. which I knew would be certain death to all of us. The men fired we'll. and also fired my pistol with my left hand. until my trigger finger was struck by spent ball, which disabled that hand. Fortunately after about fifteen minutes more firing we hit a number of the enemy. and they began to run. Soon all of them were out of sight.
 Had Sergeant Creamy taken the po- sition which I had ordered him to. and which he could easily have reached, my command would have killed many more Filipieos, and possibly have killed or captured Gen. Tinio--and better than all that, we would have been relieved of our scare" much sooner As 1t was, 1t Is a wonder that a single one of our party of twelve escaped alive.
 When I heard my men say "all were gone" called Juan Rubio and :old him was wounded. and to call the "medico" or doctor; this being the first that my men knew of my heinz wounded in the lung. The surgeon soon came up. and dressed my wound; and ordered the natives to make me a rude litter out of bamboo poles. On this the men put their blue shirts as a bed for me. and we started for the foot of the mountain, about two miles away.
 It was a painful Journey for me, as the litter had to be carried ever very rough places, and over a bad trail, and my wound was hurting me greatly. had drawn wind or air into the cavity in my chest and was splitting quantities of blood from the wounded right lung. When we got to the foot of he moun- tain those men whom had left at the camp came up with my bedding, ard Juan Rubio had a much more comfor- table litter made for me. At 4:3O ?. m. on April 27, we started on the sixteen mile trip to Badoc. at which place I arrived in pretty fair condition at 1O:3o the same night.
 The surgeon told my nurse (Shor) that I wouldn't live to get into Badoc. as the pain from breathing and the muscular pain in the abdomen and chest would probably overcome me. l knew this as we'll as he did, and made a strong fight against 1t; for l knew 1t was a fight for my life. Sometimes I would feel as if I would have to 'cave in" in spite of every effort; but l would take another hitch on my nerves, resolve to live. and pump away to keep air circulating in that left lung. for I had made up my mind to come home alive-and I'm coming. too. The next day felt a little easier, but the fever kept increasing; and so the surgeon concluded to send me down here to VI tca hattar hospital attention.
 That trip involved being carried from Badoc to the seaside. three miles. in a litter: and thence on Gen. Bells yacht to the coast, four miles from that place. which last trip was in an ambu- lance. That ambulance, thought. would knock me out sure; but 1t didn't. and After three days rest here l felt comparatively well, and have improved steadily ever since.
 I will go to Manila in about a week. and they will decide there whether to send me to the States or not. Up to the time was wounded my health had improved steadily, since I left Wash ington city, and weighed fifteen pounds more than my usual weight in America. So I have no kick coming against the Filipino climate or service. Still. a man naturally "hankers" to see his wife and babies, and the ether loved ones in the land of the free"; and I sha6 offer no objection, # am invalided home, as I am very anxious to see all of you.
 With much love and very best wishes for your health ed success 'n all your undertakings, I am.
 Your affectionate nephew,
 John B. McDoAald,
 Captain Troop I, Third Cavalry.