. 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 . h Captain North a sergeant of CompanyC, and one other comrade, picked him up andcarried him about ten rods, with the bulletsflying like hail, and making all kinds ofnoises. Then we found a dead horse, took theblankets from his saddle, and made a stretcher onw^iich we conveyed the wounded man to the reporting after this service, we found ourcommand lying down in a ravine, while the Confederates kept the air full ofbullets. Captain
. 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 . h Captain North a sergeant of CompanyC, and one other comrade, picked him up andcarried him about ten rods, with the bulletsflying like hail, and making all kinds ofnoises. Then we found a dead horse, took theblankets from his saddle, and made a stretcher onw^iich we conveyed the wounded man to the reporting after this service, we found ourcommand lying down in a ravine, while the Confederates kept the air full ofbullets. Captain Charles Saflord had his cap split open, and the missile justgrazed his head. He thought it was a close shave, and we all agreed with were halted in that ravine about an hour, 1 think, when GeneralCuster received orders to advance, and we went over the same ground oncemore. When we came to the spot where French Lewe was lying, we foundthat his body had been nearly sti-ipped of clothing. The bugle soundedTrot, march, gallop, charge. and away we went through the woods, overfences and ditches, every man apparently trying to get at the enemy (iABKn:i, (!() AMERICAN HEROISM. 4,S7 We drove them to the vicinity of Stevens depot, where they made astand; we charged, but they formed a hollow square, and we were obliged togo to the rear. Then the artillery knocked the hollow sijuaie into a cockedhat, and we charged again. General Custer led. His color-bearers horsewas shot and fell on the poor fellow. Sergeant Bachelor of my Hasting of Company D, and I were riding close alongside of the he cried: Boys, give them h—1, and we did. We emptied our weapons into the mass of enemy in front of us, andlooking around, discovered that the command had fallen back. By that timewe had learned this much—Ed Hastings and I were alone. We decided itwas not healthy to stay there much longer, and so we galloped toward therear and over a knoll, which was literal
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