The National tribune., 1902-05-01

upon the head-log, yelling for his men to
Come on and raised his rifle to fire
upon the fleeing foe. His rifle cracked,
and simultaneously his cap flew up i'll the
air: he spun around, then fell heavily
backward, and lay limp and motionless.
Och, murther; it's kilt he is. God rest
his sowl"' Tim Melany crossed himself
reverently, then charged fiercely forward
into the fight. The Union triumph was of
short duration. Longstreets veterans
were arriving, and the disordered Federal
soldiers were soon driven back by ter
rife cOunter-charge of the Texas Brigade.
! The Confederates quickly reoecupied their
breaStwOrks, and sent terrible volleys into
the retreating Federals. The nth went
back far enough to obtain a partial shell
ter. Then they rallied and reformed.
Some of them, as they ran. took a look Mt
Serg't Leonard, and saw that he was still
living, lying just outside of the breast
work.
The Sergeant was reused by the crack
of muskets almost in his ears. He knew
that he was badly wounded; general
numbness peryaded his whole body; but
his mind was clear and every mental fac
ulty alert. The spat of the bullets in the
logs of the breastworks told him that his
comrades had rallied and were sending
vOleys in his direction. He lay as low
as possible. There seemed to him but
| little chance for life;s if not already
mortally wounded, the bullets of his own
! thought, with 4 bitter smile, how he had
always tried to impress on the men the
value of the maxim, Shoot low"
Looking toward the Union line. he saw,
| to his amaZement, Chaplain Morris beside
a fallen soldier The Chaplain was trying
! to stanch the fast-fowing blood OF
the wounded man. A voice in the rifle
-. Il. Al
| thar Yankee OFFICER" And the muZZle OF
al Enfield rifle was poked under the head.
log not two feet from the Sergeant's head
EXerting all his strength, Serg't Leonard
pushed up the rifle and yelled: Don't
shoot him; he's a Chaplain"
who's a-grabbin' my gum said the
voice angrily. Then: .'Dog-goned if thar
amt a wounded Yankee Sergeant right
ont hyar under the headlog. Chaplain,
you says. Yank? What's a Chaplain doin
cut thar
Hes just joined He don't know any
better. He's trying to help the wounded,
gasped Serg't Leonard.
by jinks, boys, the Sergeant's right
That's one of our wounded he's helpin'
Don't shoot hathaway; shoot around hi.
fanks''
The other Confederate veterans quickly
comprehended the Chaplain's action, anC
sent their bullets in such directions a:
would insure his safety from their fire
As Chaplain Morris arose from the sid,
of the wounded man they cheered hin
heartily, and shouted: Go back, parson
go back and waved him toward th'
Union lines. Walking erect and un
scathed, the little Chaplain disappeared
in the underbrush. where his regiment lay
Tibet thar little Yankee parSon i
sho'ly gamc-cock breed. I'm right glad
didn't shoot him." said the Texas soldier
} Strong hands grasped Serg't Leonard ant
lifted him over the headlog inside tn
breastwork. Come in hyar. Yank; thet'
/. no good place out thar. Yo'-uns men i
ashootin' mighty wicked" The Fedora
. Sergeant looked up into the face of
black bearded, powerful Texan
"fo're bleedin' bad, Yank. Reckon
kin help yO' a little" He made a auicl
examination. and then tearing a stri
! from piece of shelter tent. tied it Tight
around the leg of the wounded man; witt
: another strip he fastened Il folded hand
kerchief upon the scalp, saying: "Yo' go
a little clip on the head and bad 'un il
r the laig, but yo' has morn an even chanc
TO win out" He lifted him easily an
; placed him in little hollow in the rear.
= fou are very kind, and thank you
= said Serg't Leonard.
j "Ihets ali right Yank. The old 'Fiy
Texas is piZen in Il fight, but when
comes TO the wounded | reckon she neve
: iil-trcated wounded man yit VIVA
! troops is over tharT'
} 1.-The Second Division, Sixth Corps,
answered the Sergeant
r ''The Sixth Co is sho'ly n right har
game to buck agin. / met 'em befo',
said the Texan. as he took up his rifle an
went back TO the firing line.
2 The Texans were not TO be allowed {
! remain comfortably behind their breast
G works. Again the fianking tactics of tn
/, Union troops came into play, and tn
: Southern men found themselves taken q