The Birmingham age-herald., 1906-02-05
WAS NO COWARD.
Remarkable Nerve Displayed by Man
 Who Wouldn't Fight.

From the New York Press.
 It was a man from the west who was talking
 Twenty years ago." he said to a group around the midnight lunch table, q was out in the far west, fifty miles from anywhere, over mountain roads that made it ten times as far, looking after some timber property for a friend of mine It was new life to me and so interest," ing that I stretched my time to the limit and didn't get back for six months. For a month of that time I lived in a lumber camp around a sawmill in the very heart of the great woods. The men working there were not of the highest type in point of polish and the elegant graces but they had the nerve of heroes and they hated a coward.
 Among them was a young fellow who was sober and quiet, but was not in prime favor because he had refused to fight a man who had called him liar. They did not abuse him for his weakness, but they let him see quite plainly that they did not admire the man who had cold feet, as they expressed 1t. The young fellow, however, did not resent their sights, nor did he make any effort to change their opinion of him. l got to know him quite well and liked him immensely, and though he never told me why he did not
 
 suited him, I knew enough of him to know he was not a coward. I said as much to the men, when had become on friendly terms with them, but they shook their heads and wanted proof. Of course I couldn't give it, but it came at last and in a way that convinced beyond all question.
 "One afternoon while working about one of the circular saws the young fellow
  the name he went by-slipped and fell. In an instant one arm was off below the el- bow and enc leg just above the knee. He had thrown his arm out in falling and the saw had caught it.
 "The dozen or more men working about the mill were paralyzed but Chadwick was cool and collected. The blood spurted from the severed arteries and 1t was plain that he would bleed to death in short order unless something were done and that very quickly The men gathered their wits sufficiently to stop the saw and drag Chadwick from 1t, but they were so badly rattled that Chadwick actually laughed at them The reaction had not come and he sat up with back against a log. He looked down at the bleeding stumps of leg and arm and he knew what they meant. He might be saved, for there was doctor Ito look after the men in the camp, but he would be a helpless cripple always. and that in a country where only whole men could find place. Suddenly he wrenched himself away from those who were trying to stanch the blood and reaching for his body wore a gun in that region-he shouted for the men to stand back. I guess they thought he was crazy, for they scattered and got behind anything that promised protection.
 Chadwick laughed. Don't be afraid he said. T won't hurt you if you keep your hands off me, but the first man that comes near me, I'll shoot I'm much obliged to you for trying to save my life. but I don't want to live in the fix I'll be in if the doctor can patch me up and I'm going to de right here, and as soon as the blood will run out of me- All I ask Of you, besides keeping your hands off now is to bury me decently and put sign up over the grave. saying: John Chadwick. He was no coward '
 Then he sat there with his gun in his hand keeping back the men who wanted to help him and paying no attention to the blood that was running in two big pulsing streams from his body He grew paler and paler as the men watched him. still afraid to come within reach and the gun In his hand began to be too heavy for him to hold out. It wavered for a minute and dropped at last and as it did. Chadwick smiled a faint goodbye and fell over. The doctor was at his side in an instant, but it was too late. When they buried him they sawed out rnonu- ment from huge log. chiseled deep into it the inscription he had requested and put it over his grave. Whether it Is there yet do not know, for the mill was moved across the mountains six months later. and l don't suppose a dozen people have been in that neighborhood since"