Incidents of the United States Christian Commission . e were Delegates of the Christian Commission,he said— I am not acquainted with your organization, but I like yourname; and drawing a heavy gold watch from his pocket, he placedit in the hands of a Delegate for safe-keeping.* The enthusiasm of the men over their victory was unbounded. 1 The Major died suddenly a few days after, and so unexpectedly that he leftno du-ections respecting liis property. After long inquiry the agent found hi«mothers name and residence, in Middle Tennessee, and at the close of the worhad the pleasure of putting her
Incidents of the United States Christian Commission . e were Delegates of the Christian Commission,he said— I am not acquainted with your organization, but I like yourname; and drawing a heavy gold watch from his pocket, he placedit in the hands of a Delegate for safe-keeping.* The enthusiasm of the men over their victory was unbounded. 1 The Major died suddenly a few days after, and so unexpectedly that he leftno du-ections respecting liis property. After long inquiry the agent found hi«mothers name and residence, in Middle Tennessee, and at the close of the worhad the pleasure of putting her sons watch in her hand. MISSION RIDGE. 233 The soldier forgot he was wounded wliile tolling of the fight, andwhile a ball was being cut out of an arm or leg Avith a Delegatespocket-knife, would occupy the time telling how hecame to be hit, or pegged, as they called it. Dur-ing the charge up the ridge, four soldiers were seenbearing back a comrade on a blanket. His story is thus told by oneof the Delesrates who met him : Dying With-out the The men halted when they saw us, and laid down their burden,asking if we would see whether the Color-sergeant was badly knelt down by him and said— / 234 CHEISTiAN COMMISSION INCIDENTS. Sergeant, where did they hit you? Most up the ridge, sir. I mean, Sergeant, where did the ball strike you ? Within twenty yards of the top,—almost up. No, no. Sergeant; think of yourself for a moment; tell me whereyou are wounded; and throwing back the blanket, I found hisupper arm and shoulder mashed and mangled with a shell. Turninghis eye to look for the first time upon his wound, the Sergeant said— That is what did it. I was hugging the standard to my blouse,and making for the top. I was almost up when that ugly shellknocked me over. If they had let me alone a little longer,—twominutes longer,—I should have planted the colors on the top. Al-most up ; almost up ! We could not get the dying soldiers attention to himself. The fi
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