The Maine bugle ... campaign; 1-5 Jan. 1894-Oct. 1898 - Maine.gov

232 THE MAINE BUGLE.
have rode tlircctly into the enemy's lines, for tliey, as I learned
after, occupied the woods throuy;h which I had intentletl to pass;
and furtlier, when the ride was over and 1 raised into my saddle I
found the blanket was in my right hand, and that I had held on
to it throu;j;h all that desperate ride. 1 then threw it down.
On reaching; our cavalry I saw the Johnnies come out of the
woods and plant their colors in the open field. Just then (ien.
Gregg opened his batteries on them and they disappeared under
cover of the woods.
>f,,-j.|j;_ \[ " Rogers" is yet living and this sliouM toiiK- under his eye, I sliali i)e
clad to hear from him.—M.T. V. 1!.
Life in l.ibljy.
I!Y C. I). FliKNAIJI, I'OUKI'll MMNK IMANIKV.
While engaged in the first battle of Bull \^v\n, on the twenty-
first day of July, i.SGi, my fighting was stopped by a cannon
ball, which took the clothes clear to my breast, taking my right
arm '^M just above the elbow, taking it all off but a little skin;
then passing through the rear rank it struck a man 1)\' the name
of hletcher, just the same as it struck me. After I was hit I
got up, looked at my arm and then started for the rear, when 1
was soon overtaken by two comrades, George Spaidding aiul
Fred Conley, who corded my arm and stopped the flow of
blood, after which I walked for nearly half a mile when I again
fell from loss tjf blixxl, the cord on iii)' arm having become
loose. I had not lain more than twenty minutes, when one of
our ambulances came along with Metcher in it and took me up,
carrying us back to an old house just across the stone bridge.
We were laid under some apple trees, the house being already
full of wounded.
After taking us out, the}' tightened the cord on my arm and
then went back on the field after more woundctl. While wait-
ing for the surgeon to dress my wound I cut the skin that held
the arm on and buried it by means of an old bayonet, imdcr
the tree.