Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1904-05-20

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II KNELT DOWN AND PRAYED"
paid any attention to me or my pleas
for sick men. Everybody from highest
to lowest seemed to have forgotten us.
Thoroughly discouraged, l went outside
the hospital camp, crept into the bushes,
knelt down, and prayed. The load was
lifted from my spirit. returned to camp
to find that We had not been forgotten.
Supplies soon came, and with them or
ders to transfer my sick men to Illinois.
Il went into the battle of Springfield,
Mo-, in 1862 with prayer on my lips.
came out with seven bullet holes through
my clothes and without cap, the latter
having been shot off my head. And yet
there was not scratch on my body, and
l was never, in the hottest fights, disa-
bled by wound. Here l am long past
the fifty-year milestone, hale and hearty,
preserved, l verify believe, by the grace
of an all-wise Providence. Yes, l was
a praying man, and believe my prayers
were answered"
Il served in Gen. McNulty's regiment
myself" said another Ninety-Fourther.
Il was on duty as private in New Or
leans when Gen. Grant visited that de-
partment. The day he was to return
north many of our regiment gathered on
the street leading to the landing to see
the general and his escort pass. AS Gen.
Grant passed the point at which stood
ri h,,n Of hn RI
ment staff SHE'D and bolted squarely
into the general and his mount.
Grant was a good horseman, but, de-
spite all his efforts, his horse bolted be-
came unmanageable, and threw his rider.
Grant sustained injuries that made him
an invalid until the battle of Missionary
Ridge, I did not give the incident at
New Orleans much thought until the
cotton buyers and others whose plans
for speculation had been spoiled by
Grant started the story that the general
had been thrown from his horse because
he was drunk. Then / felt that the SOL
diers who witnessed the accident ought
to tell the truth"
at is mistake" said the captain, ito
battle of Missionary Ridge. He was
lame, but, great Scott! he was the most
active lame man | ever saw. The morn
ing after he slipped into Chattanooga,
several weeks before the battle of Mis-
sionary Ridge, he limped over to the old
railway station and surprised lot of
fellows who were loading wagons, after
Of ho irtt
tinker's dam for anybody. They didn't
know Grant was within thousand miles
of Chattanooga, but they recognized him
and buckled down to work. They Won
dered as they worked what the silent
man with a cane was up to. They
| learned the next night, when they were
ordered across the river and down to
Shelmound to support Hooker"
Talking of sick men," said an Eev-
enth Ohio man, "our surgeon used to
| tell good story of a man whose case
puzzled all the doctors in our division
| This particular man had been sick for
some weeks. when the regiment ives Or
dered from West Virginia to Kentucky
and Tennessee. Nobody knew what was
very sick, and the doctor decided to try
an experiment.
HE had the invalid carried to an army
wagon and put in without blanket or
straw. Then there were thrown in
loosely several picks and shovels, and
the wagon was started on its rough jour-
ney riverward, The jolting of the wagon
kept the picks and shovels on the move.
to the great inconvenience of the sick
man, and he shouted to the surgeon,
What in thunder did you put these
shovels and picks in forT
"The doctor rode up and explained
that, as he had a mysterious disease
that had bafied all treatment, the sur
geons had decided that man so affected
could live only short time, and the
picks and shovels had been put in so
that he might be buried without loss of
time Thereupon the fellow swore he
wouldn't die, and, rcusing himself to ef-
fort, got we'll. The heavy dose Of pick
and shovel cured him. Inter
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