. 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 . lvemiles southeast of Cheat Mountain Pass. The mountain rangersand guerrillas had ambushed Brackens Company, 1st Indiana Cav-alry, at Hanging Rock, at the crossing of the Greenbriar River andat the Gum House near by. We encamped for the night Avith pickets wellthrown out. During the night I was on the outpost, and at , daybreak we hastily prepared our meal of coffee, pork and ^j; (■crackers, and then moved forward, with a vanguard of four
. 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 . lvemiles southeast of Cheat Mountain Pass. The mountain rangersand guerrillas had ambushed Brackens Company, 1st Indiana Cav-alry, at Hanging Rock, at the crossing of the Greenbriar River andat the Gum House near by. We encamped for the night Avith pickets wellthrown out. During the night I was on the outpost, and at , daybreak we hastily prepared our meal of coffee, pork and ^j; (■crackers, and then moved forward, with a vanguard of fourmen, south on the Gum Road. They had moved aliont twomiles when four rifle shots fell in quick succession. Instantlythe distressing impression was made upon us thatour four men were shot, but when in as quick suc-cession the muskets of our men were dischargedno pen can depict the change in our feelings as wecharged forward to the res-cue, giving vent to our pent-up enthusiasm in mightyshouts. Whenwe reached the ^, < ^ , vanguard, thehrst plat o o nwas deployed Iwas on the rightflank, and inpressing myway throughthe thick un- ~*t,f. The Muzzle op a Bear-oun Wituix a Foot op My Nose. dergrowth 1 sprang over a fallen tree. My momentum was suddenly stopped,for gleaming out among the dense growth was the muzzle of a bear-gun witliiii a foot of my nose. Every hair stood on end: 1 was scared; AMERICAN HEROISM. 07 but on looking down the line of that gun barrel I noticed that the knees ofthe holder were trembling. This immediately gave me courage and I yelled,Drop that gun! It dropped. That quick change from fear to delight issimply indescribable. My prisoner was turned over to those who could notkeep up, and on we went as fast as we could between three and four miles,when James H. McMullen and 1 in the van found the enemy forming a lineof battle across the road and beyond a depression of ground about a hundredyards distant. We waited until our men came up and then
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