. The American florist : a weekly journal for the trade. Floriculture; Florists. 32 The American Florist. Sept, A Very Wicked Fight. For War vStories apply to B. P. Critchell; he can put more blood aud thunder - real CORK to the square inch into his nar- ratives than any two men we ever heard. " Our regiment did a good deal of fighting dur- iiiB ; savs II. P. Critchell in the Cincin- nati TimeS'Star. "About the hottest fight we ever got into was on Mission Ridge. We were close enough to the Rebs to shake hands with them, and they fought like fiends incarnate. We were too
. The American florist : a weekly journal for the trade. Floriculture; Florists. 32 The American Florist. Sept, A Very Wicked Fight. For War vStories apply to B. P. Critchell; he can put more blood aud thunder - real CORK to the square inch into his nar- ratives than any two men we ever heard. " Our regiment did a good deal of fighting dur- iiiB ; savs II. P. Critchell in the Cincin- nati TimeS'Star. "About the hottest fight we ever got into was on Mission Ridge. We were close enough to the Rebs to shake hands with them, and they fought like fiends incarnate. We were too close to each other to reload our guns, and the boys were using their weapons for clubs. There was a tall, raw-boned Johnny- gunner, who was fighting like the very devil himself. He was laying about him with a heavy gun swab, and he seemed to me to be the biggest man I ever laid eyes on, A half-dozen of our boys went at him, hut he stood his ground. A heavy revolver, all the cartridges discharged, was thrown at him. It struck him full in the face with force sufficient to knock out a bull, but he only shook his head and went to work again. I threw up VAy Sergeant-Major's sword and cracked away at the swab, and I'd almost be willing to bet the pieces of my blade are flying around there yet. It shattered it clear to the hilt. The big Reb wouldn't yield an inch, and finally one of our boys, a Cincinnatian named Boyd,'who died here a few years ago, caught him oflf his guard and rammed a bayonet clean through him with such force that the barrel, too, passed out of the other side of the big fellow's body. Well sir. that man, mortally wounded, didn't give up, and as he lay there on the bloody turf, with his entrails hanging from the awful hole in his stomach, he grabbed a pistol and winged another boy in blue before he died. That was about the wickedest fight I ever got ; M. P. DuLTY, of Zanesville, O., is prob- ably the oldest florist in the United States, being 96 years old
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