Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-03-27
The ropt of wagons had gone by. 3

Of terror. WOrKeQ CO q SIttln6 Poss"AU | somehow. The effort nearly smothered me. A mass of cavalry was bearing l down upon mo. They were coming 90 thick I saw they would trample mo ely teos TY ben hat and SSysrff M as they came near. They sheered away l as I felt the foam of their nostrils. l had split them as a rock may split the torrent The last of them went over me, their tails whipping my face. shall not soon forget the look of their bellies or the smell of their Hanks. They had no sooner passed than I fell back and rolled half over like log. I could feel warm flow of blood trickling down my left arm. A shell shot at the retreating army pass ed high above me, whining as 1t flew. Then my mind went free of it's trouble. The rain brought me to as it came pelting down upon the side of my face. I wondered what it might be, for I knew not where had come. lifted my head and looked to see new dawn, possibly the city of God itself. It was dark-so dark felt as if had no eyes. Away in the distance could hear the beating of drum. It rang in great silence. have never known the like of 1t. could hear the fall and trickle of the rain, but it seemed only to deepen the silence. I felt the wet grass under my face and hands. Then l knew it was night and the battlefield where I had fallen. was alive and might see another day, thank God! I felt something move under my feet. I heard a whisper at my shoulder.
 Thought you were dead long ago" it said. ' No, no,"'I answered.; I'm alive; I know I'm alive. This is the battle field" N
 "'Fraid I ain't goin' t live" he said. ''Got terrible wownd. Wish it was mornin'." ." Dark long" I asked.
 "For hours," he answered. "Dunno how many" He began to groan and utter short prayers.
 "Oh, my soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morningv' I heard him cry in loud, despairing voice. ... A. Then there was bit of silence, in which I could hear him whispering of his home and people.
 Presently he began to sing: "Guide me- o thou great Jehovah! Pilgrim through this barren land. am weak, but thou art mighty
 His voice broke and trembled and sank into silence. ] @;.~
 had business of my own to look aft er-perhaps had no time'tef lose-and went about 1t calmly.HT1 had no strength to move and began to feel the nearing of my time. The rain was fall ing faster. It chilled me to the marrow as felt it trickling over my back. I called to the man who lay beside me again and again called to him-but no answer. Then I knew that he was dead and alone. Long after that in the far distance I heard voice calling. It rang like trumpet in the still air. It grew plainer as listened. My own name! William Brewer? It was cer- ttainly calling to me, and I answered with feeble cry. In moment l could hear the tramp of some one com ing He was sitting beside me present ly, whoever 1t might be. I could not see him for the dark. His tongue went clucking as if he pitied me.
 "Who are you" I remember asking, but got no answer.
 At first was glad; then I began to feel a mighty horror of him.
 In a moment he had picked me up and was making off. The jolt of his step seemed to be breaking my arms at the shoulder. AS groaned he ran. l could see nothing in the darkness, but he went ahead. never stopping save for moment now and then to rest. wondered where he was taking me and what it all meant. I called again, 'Who are you?" but he seemed not to hear me. My Godw I whispered to myself. "This Is no man-this is Death severing the soul from the body. The voice was that of the good God" Then I heard man hailing near by.
 Help, helpw I shouted faintly.
 "Where are youy' came the answer, now farther away. Cant see you"
 My mysterious bearer was now run ming. My heels were dragging upon the ground; my hands were brushing the grass tops. groaned with pain.
 Halt! Who comes there?' a picket called.
 It must be a giant. I thought. who can pick me up and carry me as if l were no bigger than house cat. That was what I was thinking when l swooned.
 From then till I came to myself in the little church at Centerville remem- Der nothing. Groaning men lay all about me: others stood between them with lanterns. A woman was bending over me. felt the gentle touch of her hand upon my face and heard her speak to me so tenderly cannot think Of il even now without thanking God for good women. I clung to her hand cIung with the energy of one drowning while l suffered the merciful torture of the probe. the knife and the needle And when it was all over and the Ian. tern lights grew pale in the dawn I fell asleep.