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The author, a native of New Brunswick,
but inspired by love of the Union, at the
outbreak of tho civil war ?oes to wa&n
incton, enlaces as nurse to the soldiers,
and later performs valuable secret work
for the Government.
MENTS. oor, tt trim had made himself
conspicuous by his gallant conduct, was
struck bv a ball, which shattered his
arm badly. He was only a few rods from
me, and there was none near to help him.
I asked Gen. K if I might go to him.
After obtaining permission I rode up to
him, leaped from my horse, and hitched
him near by.
t i.on rmm-ed the clothine from Ins
arm, gave him some water, poured some
on the wound, and went to my saddle
bags to get some bandages, when my
rebel pony laid hold of my arm with his
teeth and almost tore the flesh from the
bone. Not content with that, he turned
his heels in an instant and kicked with
both feet, sending me about a rod.
Aly arm was now almost as bad as
Gen H 's, and I could do but little to
help him, for in 10 minutes it was swol
len terriblv, and I could not raise it to my
i j -ciollt- T n-fi nrHpred hack to an
old saw-mill about a mile and a half from
the field, where were considerable quan
tities of Quartermaster and Commissary
stores, with orders to have them removed
further to the rear; and all who vere
able to come to the front, together with the
Surgeon and a portion of the Hospital
Corps, who had been left there m charge
of the sick, were to lose no time in re
porting themselves for duty on the held.
Upon arriving at the old saw-mill 1
found it crowded with wounded men 'who
had crawled there from the battlefield,
to have their wounds dressed, if possible,
and if not, to lie down and suffer where
the shot and shell could not reach them.
I delivered rav orders. In a few moments
more there was not a soul left to minister
to those poor fellows who were huddled
together in that mill by the score; all
had gone to the front, and I was left there
in a sad plight.
I put mv vicious.little "Heb" in a build
ing near he mill, where there was plenty
of hav and corn, but did not dare to un
saddle him. I then examined the extent
of the injury done to my arm, and found
It was worse than I had supposed. It
was badly mangled by the horse's teeth,
and in one place a large piece of flesh was
torn from the arm and hung by small
shreds. But the arm was not the worst
he had kicked me in the side, which had
lamed and bruised me sadly.
Yet this was no time to groan over a
slight kick from a horse, when so many
lay around me with shattered limbs and
ghastly saber wounds, some of them even
now in the very agonies of death. So,
resolutely saying to pain and lameness,
"Stay thou here while I go yonder, I
bound up my arm in a sling, and set
about removing tho blood-clotted cloth
ing from the wounds of those who needed
it most: but having neither knife nor
scissors, I was obliged, in many instances,
to use my teeth, in order to tear the thick
woolen garments, stiffened and saturated
with blood, the very remembrance of
which now makes me feel rather uncom
fortable in the gastric region; but then
there was no unpleasant sensation.
The next thing to be thought of was
how I could procure some bandages; but
as to getting them from the saddle-bags,
I would as soon have thought of bc-ard-ing
a lion in his den as of tempting the
jaws of that ferocious animal again.
However, there were two houses within a
mile, and I decided to try my fortune in
that direction.
First of all I went among the sick, who
-ffere left there by the Surgeon, and in
quired if there were any who were able
to assist me in dressing wounds. Yes,
I found two; one a little mail-carrier, and
the other a Commissary-Sergeant, both
of whom were scarcely able to stand
alone. These two I set to work pouring
cold waiter upon the wounded limbs occa
sionally, and giving the men water to
drink, until I returned.
At the first house I went to they would
not let me in at all, but raised the window
and wished to know what was wanted. I
told them anything that would admit of
tearing up for bandages. No, they had
nothing of the kind, and closed the win
dow again.
I limped along to the next house. A
man came to the door, holding it, to pre
vent my attempting to get in. The same
question was asked, and a similiar an
swer returned. By this time my patience
and strength were both exhausted, and
my mind was made up with regard to the
course I should pursue.
Therefore, drawing both my pistols from
my belt, I demanded some cotton, new or
old sheets, pillow-cases, or any other
article which would answer the purpose
for bandages. The man trembled from
head to foot, and called his wife to know
if she could let me have anything of the
bort; yes, fohe could, if I would pay her
for it;"and, of course, I was willing to pay
her; so she brought me an old sheet, a
pair of pillow-cases, and three yards of
new factory cotton cloth, for which she de
manded S5. Happening to have only $3 in
change, I told her I thought that would
be sufficient; and so saying, I left im
mediately. I did not know, until I had proceeded
some distance, that the blood was running
from my arm in a perfect stream. In my
excitement and determination I had grasp
ed one of my pistols with the lame hand
and started those terrible gashes bleeding
afresh. 1 grew faint and dizzy, and sat
down by the roadside to gather a little
strength before proceeding further.
While I sat there I saw" a horseman
corning in the distancebut could not tell
whether it was friend or foe, for it was
growing dark. I waited until he came
nearer, when I was rejoiced to see that it
a Chaplain; not Mr. B , but, of course,
he was a good man, being a Chaplain and
a Federal. So I felt that relief was at
hand. But imagine my disappointment
and chagrin when he came up and, priesi
like, looked upon me, "and passed by on
the other side."
Well, after all, I did not care so much
for myself, but I thanked heaven that he
had come, on the poor men's account, for
lie would, no doubt, do much during the
night to relieve their sufferings.
Taking courage, I made my way slowly
toward the mill, where I found, on mv
arrival, the Chaplain, dismounted, coat
off, and wisp in hand, rubbing and brush
ing every speck of mud from his horse.
After performing this important duty, he
then went to the nearest house, oidercd
supper, and partaking of a warm meal,
returned to the mill.
Oh, how glad I was that all these pre
liminaries were gone through with, for
now he would at unce enter upon the care
of the wounded, and my heart ached lor
those two sick boys, who were still at
tending to the wants of such as they
could assist, notwithstanding they re
quired waiting upon themselves.
The wounded were coming in faster
than ever, and I was biuy tearing up the
cotton in strips, and trying to bind up
some of the poor mangled limbs, the little
sick Senrcant hcinir mv riirhHiniwi m., .-.
I looked around for the Chaplain, but he
was nowhere to be seen. I hobbled out to
the building where 1 had seen him put his
horse to see if he had really gone away.
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pitals, Camps and Battlefields.
No, he had not gone. There he lay on
the iloor, upon which was a quantity of
hay, wrapped up in his blanket, apparent
ly unconscious that there was any such
thing as suffering in the world. Oh, how
1 wanted to go to him, quietly lay my hand
on him, and say: "Chaplain, will you
be so kind as to take the saddle from my
horse; it has been on since early morn
ing, and 1 am not able to take it off."
Not that I cared particularly for having
the saddle removed, but just for sake of
having "Heb" bring the Chaplain to his
senses, and give him a little shaking up,
so that he might realize that these were
wartimes, and that consequently it was
out of the question for Chaplains in the
army, especially m time of battle, to
Be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease; R?
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas.
But instead of doing so I sat down and
wept bitter tears of disappointment and
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sorrow, and then, with a heavy heart
and aching limbs, I returned again to the
All that weary night my heart burned
with indignation, and I seemed endowed
with supernatural powers of endurance,
for when morning came and found me
still at my post, without having tasted
food for 24 hours, I felt stronger and
fresher than I had done the day before.
A stumbling-block.
My two young sick friends had been
persuaded to lie down, and were now fast
asleep, side by side with the wounded.
But where was the Chaplain? What had
become of him? He had escaped with the
earliest dawn, without so much as in
quiring whether the men were dead or
alive. This was the conduct of a man
who professed to bo a faithful fol
lower of Him who went about doing good!
This was a man whom I had reverenced
and loved as a brother in Christ. Oh,
what a stumbling-block that man was to
my soul; for weeks and months Satan
took occasion to make this a severe
temptation and trial to me.
I was tempted to judge every Christian
by that unholy example, and to doubt the
truth of every Christian experience which
I heard related from time to time. But,
thank God, I had the example of my faith
ful friend, Mr. B , to counterbalance
this, and by God's grace I was enabled to
rise above this temptation.
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My d'mbts were gradually removed, and
my fai h in Christians re-established; but
I never sufficiently recovered from my
feelings of disgust towards that particu
lar Chaplain to ever again be able to per
suade myself to, listen to a sermon deliv
ered by him, or to attend any religious
meeting at which he presided.
I always looked upon him afterwtirds
as "one who had stolen the livery of
heaven to servo the devil in"; a mere
whited sepulchcr, and unworthy the sacrod
name of a minister of the Gospel.
Night brought a cessation of hostilities
to tho weary troops, but to neither side a
decided victory or defeat. Both armies
bivouacked on the bloody field, within a
few rods of each other. There they lay
waiting for the morning light to decide the
contest. -
The excitement and din of battle had
ceased; those brief hours of darkness
proved a sweet respite from the fierce
struggle of the day, and in the holy calm
of that midnight hour, when silence brood
ed over the blood-washed plain, many
brave soldiers lay down on that gory
field "the weary to sleep and the wound
ed to die."
Sunday, the 1st of June, dawned beau
tifully, a day of hallowed rest and prom
ise to the millions who rose to their de
votions ero tho bell called them to the
house of prayer; but not of rest to the
weary, broken armies the drum beat
called from their wet and muddy beds
to renew the contest. .
At a quarter past 7 o'clock the battle
again commenced, and raged fiercely un-
at Fair Oaks.
til about noon. Both armies fought wtf.li
determination and heroic bravery until
the rebels were compelled to yield, and
victory once more perched upon the ban
ners of the National troops.
I came on tho field about 10 o'clock, and
remained until the close of the battle, but
could do little more than look upon the
terrible scene. Gen. McClellan was on
the field when I arrived. I saw him ride
along the entire battle-front, .and if I had
not seen him I could not have long re
mained in ignorance of his presence;
for the cheers from all parts of tho Fed
eral lines told as plainly as words could
express that their beloved commander
was with them amid that desperate strug
gle for victory.
it was a terrible slaughter more than
15,000 lay upon the field. It wis enough
to make angels weep to look down upon
that field of carnage. The dead and
wounded of tho enemy fell into the
hands of tho Unionists, which added
fearfully to tho labors of that exhausted,
battle-worn army.
On the evening of the 3d of June Gen.
McClellan issued the following address to
his troops, which was read on dress
parade and was received with tremen
dous cheering:
"Soldiers of the Army of the Potomac:
I have fulfilled at least a part of my
promise to you. You are now face to face
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use is of a superior quality,
with the rebels, whornro held at bay in
front of their Capitals The final and de
cisive battle is aft thand. Unless you
belie your past history, the result cannot
be for a moment doubtful. If tho troops
who labored so faithfully at Yorktown,
and fought so bravely? and won tho hard
fights at Williamsburg, West Point, Han
over Courthouse rind Fair Oaks now
prove themselves worthy of their ante
cedents, ihc victory is surely ours. Tho
events of -every dayprorve your superiority;
wherever you have met tho enemy you
have beaten him; wherever you have used
the bayonet, he has given way in panic and
"I ask of you, now, one last crowning
effort. Tho enemy has staked his all on
the issuo of tho coming battle. Let us
meet him, crush him here, in the very
center of the rebellion. Soldiers, I will
be with you in this battle, and share its
dangers with you. Our confidence in erh
other is now founded upon tho past.
Lot us strike tho blow which is to re
store peace and union to this distracted
land. Upon your valor, discipline, and
mutual confidence the result depends."
Every battle fought on tho Peninsula
fearfully reduced the strength of the Army
of tho Potomac, and proved to a demon
stration that the enemy far outnumbered
tho Union forces. Still, there were no
reinforcements, notwithstanding McClel
lan's daily urgent dispatches to the Presi
dent and Secretary of War, and the great
impending battle in front of tho rebel
Capital so near at hand.
The next day McClellan sent another
dispatch, as follows:
"Please inform me at once what rein
forcements, if any, I can count upon
having at Fortress Monroe or White House
within the next three days, and when
each regiment may be expected to arrive.
It is of tho utmost importance that I
should know this immediately. The
losses in the battle of the Hist and 1st
will amount to 7,000. Regard this as con
fidential for the present. After the losses
in our last battle I trust that I shall no
longer be regarded as an alarmist. I
believe we have at least one more des
perate battle to fight."
The day after the battle of Fair Oaks
a splendid sword was presented to me.
It had been struck from tho hand of a
rebel Colonel while in tho act of raising
it to strike one of our officers after he had
fallen from his horse. Oh, how proud I
felt of that beautiful silver-mounted
trophy from the bloody field of Fair Oaks,
which had so recently been wielded by a
nowcrful arm, but powerless now, for he
lay in the agonies of death, while his
s.ilendid sword had passed into my feeble
hands. I presume if he had known this
it would have added another pang to his
already agonized spirit.
The sword was presented by Gen. K ,
to whom I gave my rebel pony, with the
comforting assurance that he was only
intended for ornament, and not for use;
for Generals were too scarce on the Penin
sula to risk their precious lives by coming
in contact with him.
Tho General was delighted with him,
and. without paying the slightest at
tention to my suggestion, deliberately
walked up to the pony and commenced
patting him and bundling his limbs as if
lie were the most -quiet creature in the
world, while "Rcb'l stood eyeing his new
master with apparent satisfaction, and
seemed to rejoice that he had passed
from my insignificant hands, and was
henceforth to be the honored bearer of
After thoroughly examining him, he
said: "He is certainly a splendid horse,
and worth S300 of any man's money; all
he requires is kind treatment, and he
will be as gentle as anyone ould de
But "Hob" very soon gave him to un
derstand decidedly that ho was overrating
his good qualities, dor no sooner had the
General turned hisbaclc toward him than
he struck him between the shoulders
with both hind feet, sending him his full
length upon the ground; -and as soon as
he attempted to rise-he repeated the same
performance until he had knocked him
down four or five times in succession.
By that time the General was pretty
thoroughly convinced that "Reb's" social
qualities were somewhat deficient, his
bump of combativeness largely devel
oped, and his gymnastics quite impressive.
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On tho evening of the samo day in
which tho victory was won I visited
what was then and is still called tho
"Hospital Tree" near Fair Oaks. It was an
immense tree, under whoso shady, ox
tended branches tho wounded were car
ried and laid down to await the stimulant,
tho opiate, or tho amputating-knife, as
the case might require.
The ground around that tree for several
acres in extent was literally drenched
with human blood, and tho men were laid
so close together that there was no such
thing as passing between them; but
each ono was removed in his turn as tho
Surgeons could attend to them. I wit
nessed there some of tho most heart
rending sights it is possible for the human
mind to conceive. Read what a Massa
chusetts Chaplain writes concerning it:
"There is a large tree near the battle
ground of Fair Oaks, the top of which
was used as an observatory during the
fight, which stands as a memento of un
told and perhaps nover-to-be-told suf
fering and sorrow. Many of tho wounded
and (lying were laid beneath its branches
after the battle, in order to receive Surgi
cal help, or to breathe their last more
"What heartrending scenes did I wit
ness in that place, so full of saddened
memories to me and to others. Brave,
uncomplaining men were brought thither
out of the woodland, the crimson tide of
whoso life was ebbing away in the arms
of those who carried them. Almost all
who died met death like heroes, with
scarcely a groan. Those wounded, but
not mortally how nobly they bore the
necessary probings and needed amputa
tions! Two instances of this heroic forti
tude deserve to bo specially mentioned.
One of them is that of William C. Bent
ley, of tho 2d R. I., both of whose legs
were broken by a bombshell, whose wrist
and breast were mangled, and who yet
was as Ctilm as if he suffered no pain.
He refused any opiate or stimulant that
might dim his consciousness. He asked
only that we should pray for him, that he
might be patient and submissive, and
dictated a letter to bo sent to his .mother.
Then, and not till then, opiates were
given him, and he fell gently asleep, and
for the last time.
"The other case was that of Francis
Swcetzor, of Co. E of the lGth Mass.,
who witnessed in death, as he had uni
formly done in life, a good confession of
Christ. 'Thank God,' he said, 'that I am
permitted to dio for my country. Thank
God, more yet, that I am prepared to die.'
And then, after a moment's thought, he
modestly added: 'At least, I hope Iam.'
When he died he was in the act of prayer."
Oh who that has witnessed such tri
umphant deaths on the battlefield will
presume to doubt that the spirit of that
patriot who falls amid tho terrible clash of
arms and tho fierco surge of battle is pre
pared to go from that scene of blood and
strife, and to enter into that rest that God
has prepared for them that love Him?
Yes, the noble men who have gone from
under the sheltering wings of the differ
ent evangelical cnurcnes tnrouguout the
land, have gone in the strength of God,
and with the full assurance that if they
should frtll fighting for tho God-given
ngius oipimanuy, mere, amiutnesnock
of battlcjvhe still, small voice of Jesus
would be heard speaking peace to the de
parting soul, and that their triumphant
spirits would go home rejoicing to be
forever with tho Lord!
Good Bishop Simpson, of tho Method
ist Episcopal Church, soon after the
outbreak of the great rebellion, delivered
a sermon on the National crisis, at Chi
cago. It is represented as one of the
ablest efforts of this clergyman, so dis
tinguished for his power in the pulpit.
As it was one of the anniversaries of the
denomination, thousands were present to
near the discourse. Suddenly, at one
point in the sermon, and as tho fitting
close of a most impassioned paragraph,
he gave utterance to the following noble
"Wo will take our glorious flag, the flag
of our country, and nail it just below the
cross! That is high enough. There let
it wave as it waved of old. Around it
let us gather: first Christ's; then our
(To he continued.)
EDITORIAL NOTE.-Stirring events of the
fighting before Richmond and the change of
base will be given in the next installment.
The author's part in the episodes of that time
was most Interesting.
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The True Story of tho Old Citizen Hero, na
Told by Gen. Callli.
Last Spring, Doc Auhrey, of Milwaukee,
wrote to Gen. J. B. Callis, of Lancaster,
Wis., who died recently, concerning Old
John Burns of Gettyshurg, and what he
did during the first day's lighting July 1,
1863. Gen. Callis, gallant old veteran that
he was, and who was shot through the hody
on that day, responded. Both letters will
be of interest. We give them:
Milwaukee, April 8.
Dear General: In a conversation with
one of the eld boys lately wo drifted to
the Gettysburg fight, and John Burns's
name was mentioned. Now, my dear
General, will you write me what you
know of John Burns of Gettysburg? This
old boy 1 speak of was not the d 1, as
Gibbon said, but one of the Sixth Corps
boys who claimed he fought with them,
lie says he fell in with the Iron Brigade.
We have left it to you to decide, noping
to hear from you soon, I am, yours truly,
Doc Aubrey,
The Quondam Newsboy.
723 Van Buren street, Milwaukee.
Lancaster, April 14, 1885.
Doc Aubrey. My Dear Comrade: I re
ceived your note of inquiry some days
ago, but tho changeable weather of this
Winter has so disturbed me that I have
not been able to answer sooner, and now
prevents my writing with pen and ink.
Old John Burns came to the 7th Wis.,
of the Iron Brigade, at Willougliby's Run,
west of Gettysburg, on the 1st of July,
18G3, after we, the Iron Brigade, had cap
tured Gen. Archer's Brigade, in the first
charge in the morning, about 10 o'clock.
The old man came up and asked me if
that was my regiment. I answered "Yes."
He had an old flintlock gun in his
hands, and camo to a present arms and
"Can I fight in your regiment7"
I replied: "Old man, you had better go
to the rear; you may get hurt."
He replied thus: "Hurt! tut, tut. I've
heard the whistle of bullets before."
I insisted on his going to the rear; he
insisted on fighting. I then said: "Where
is your cartridge-box? Ho patted his
pant's pocket and said, "There is my
bullets and here is my powder-horn,''
pulling an old-fashioned powder-horn from
his blue swallow-tailed coat pocket, "and
I know how to use them."
"Well, old man, if you will fighl, take
this gun," handing him a nice silver
mounted rifle that we had captured with
some of Archer's men. I gave him the
cartridge-belt, and he declined to wear
the belt, but filled his pockets with am
munition. At this time nothing but skir
mishing was going on in our front, and
But he wasn't, because
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the shelf or in the closet at home, and you
will have at hand a remedy that is capable
at any time of savingyou suffering, money,
and even life. There is no malady so
prolific of evil results a a neglected cold.
There is no medicine so promptly effective
in curing a cold and absolutely eradicating
Its effects, as Dr. Aycr's Cherry Pectoral.
Every traveller should carry it- Every
household should keep it. It cures every
variety of cough, and all forms of lunjf
and throat trouble. Asthma, bronchitis,
croup, and whooping cough, are promptly
cured by it. and it has in many case" over
come pulmonary diseases in aggravated
forms, when all other remedies failed to
help and phvsicians gave no hope of cure.
Those who for convenience have wanted a
smaller sized bottle of Dr. Aycr's Cherry
Pectoral, can now obtain it of their dealer
in half size bottles, at half price sotrccts.
Send for Dr. Aycr's Curebook, and rea
more of the cures effected by this remedv.
The book contains 100 pages, and is sent
free, on request, by the J. C. Ayer Co.,
Lowell, Mass.
ho got restless, went toward the skirmish
line and to it, and fought nobly until I
called the skirmishers in and made
preparations to get out of that little end of
a V, as we were flanked on the right and
left. We fought our way out as best wo
Old John Bukxs.
could, and in this move John Burns was
wounded three times, and I lost sight of
him and was shot myself, and John
Burns and I were left on tho battlefield,
badly wounded, where I lay 43 hours.
Burns told me afterward his friends took
him off home after the rebels had ad
vanced over him and through the town, j
J. B. Callis.
Catarrh In tho head is a very disagreeble com
plaint. Take Hood's Sarsaparilla and be cured"
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