The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1908-10-28
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EVANS Ar FORT FISHER

Civil War runs as follows: "At this
moment saw Colonel William
Lamb, of Norfolk. Va, the Confed-
crate commander, CALAMITY stand
Ing out on the parapet and calling
on his men to get up and shoot the
Yankees. l considered him within
easy range of the revolver, so took
deliberate shot at him.. AS l fired
bullet ripped through the front of
my coat across my breast, turning me
completely around. / felt burning
sensation, like hot iron, over my
heart, and saw something red COM
Ing out of hole in my coat which
[ took for blood. l knew, of course,
that II bullet had gone through
this portion of my body l was done
for, but that was no place to stop,
80 went on at the head of my COM
pany. AS we approached the re-
mains of the stockade 1 was aware
that one particular sharpshooter was
shooting at me and when we were a
hundred yards away he hit me in the
left leg, about three inches below the
knee. The force of the blow. was so
great that landed on my face in the
sand. | got silk handkerchief out
Of my pocket and, with the kind as
sistance of my classmate, Hoban
Sands, soon stopped the blood and
went again to the front as fast as !
could.
"About this time the men were
stumbling over wires which they cut
with their knives-they proved to be
wires to the torpedoes over which we
had charged, but they failed to ex-
plode. My left leg seemed asleep,
but l was able to use it. The stock
ade, or what remained of it, was very
near, and l determined to lead my
company by flank through a break
In 1t, and then charge over the angle
of the fort, which now looked very
difficult to climb. l managed to get
| through the stockade, with seven 9TH
ers, when my sharpshooter friend
sent bullet through my right knee;
going was settled. l tried to stand
up, but it was no use; my legs would
| not hold me, and, besides this, l was
bleeding dreadfully and 1 knew that
was matter which had to be looked
to.
when received the wound in
my right knee l began at once to try
| to stop the flow of blood. used for
| the purpose one of the half dozen silk
| handkerchiefs with which l had pro-
| vided myself, but l was so tired and
weak from loss of blood that l was
some time doing the trick. In the
meantime my sharpshooter friend,
| about thirty-five yards away, contin-
ued to shoot at me, at the same time
| addressing me in very forcible but
uncomplimentary language. At the
| fifth shot, | think it was, he hit me
again, taking off the end of one of
my toes, tearing off the sole of my
shoe and wrenching my ankle dread
fully. l thought the bullet had gone
through my ankle, the pain was so
| intense.
| For some reason, don't know
why, this shot made me unreasonably
angry and, rolling over in the sand
so as to face my antagonist, / ad-
| dressed few brief remarks to him,
and then, just as some one handed
him a freshly loaded musket, / fired,
aiming at his breast. | knew all the
the time that l should kill him if
shot at him, but had not intended to
do SO until he shot me in the toe.
| My bullet went little high, striking
the poor chap in the throat and pass
ing out of the back of his neck. He
staggered around, after dropping his
| gun, and finally pitched over the par
apet and rolled down near me, where
he lay dead. l could see his feet as
they projected over pile of sand and
from their position knew that he had
| fought his last fight"
GIRL SAVES MAN IN DESERT.
Harold Braly, Assistant Superin-
| fpndent of tho Gkidoo Nina poor CO o,