. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . gainst a treeon the side of a craggymountain in the hills of Penn-sylvania, nearly two thousandmiles from home, with deathstanding before me. Thereader can better imaginethan I can tell the feelings1 had. While in that conditiona straggling Federal soldierwalked up to me, looked at the stars on my collar, took ott my hat and putit on his own head, and said, Give me your arms. No, sir, I replied, I cant do that. He stepped back, raised his
. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . gainst a treeon the side of a craggymountain in the hills of Penn-sylvania, nearly two thousandmiles from home, with deathstanding before me. Thereader can better imaginethan I can tell the feelings1 had. While in that conditiona straggling Federal soldierwalked up to me, looked at the stars on my collar, took ott my hat and putit on his own head, and said, Give me your arms. No, sir, I replied, I cant do that. He stepped back, raised his gun,and repeated, Give me your arms. I said, Why, my good fellow, are you a Federal soldier and dont kncnvthat you have not the right to disarm an officer? The honest soldier looked confused and said, What shall 1 do then witliyou? I told him that he ought to take me to an officer as nearly of my rankas might be. But, said he, you are not able to walk. I then told himhe ought to go and find some officer, and bring him to me. He went away, and in a little time returned to me with a gentlemanwho introduced himself as Colonel Rice of the 44th New York.*. Passing the Canteen. ♦The writer jirobablj iilhuics to Colonel Etimund Ripe, lieutennnt-polonel of the Ilith Miissnchusetts Volunteers,who led his own regiment and the c»ne mentioned, the 44th New York, in tin- eluir^e nuule to close the Rap in theFederal lines, and repel Picketts assault. Colonel Kice won on that day a medal of honor, and fui-ther mention ofhim will be found in the following chapter. AMERICAN HEROISM. 317 After a few kind remarks, and expi-essing the hope that my hurt was notmortal. Colonel Rice said: Colonel, it becomes my duty to ask you for yourarms. I said, Certainly, sir. and handed him my sword and pistol,remarking to him that I had got but a short loan of that sword when the 14thAlabama captured it a few days previously from the lieutenant-colonel of the22nd ]\Iaine. and had given it to me two days bef
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