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WHAT HAPPENED IN BATTLE.
By L. A. Miller.
The war is over thank heaven, but
that does not prevent one from look-
ing over the pages of a soldier’s dia-
ry and recalling the stirring events
noted therein.
Today (October 8th) being the an-
niversary of the battle of Chaplain
Hills, Perrysville, as it is commonly
called, the notes found in this diary
under date of October 8th, 1862, may
be of special interest. The soldier
who kept the diary was a member of
an Ohio regiment of volunteers, and
was wounded early in the engagement,
but remained on the field until he saw
how battles were fought, or at least
until he got the hang of that one.
Here is the account of the battle as
he saw it.
On the Field, Perrysville, Ky.,
October 8th, 1862.
Rations of beef ordered to be pre-
pared this morning, but while we
were getting things ready for busi-
ness, news came that Bragg was ske-
daddling. We took what we had ready
and started. General Jackson’s divis-
ion was assigned to the front of the
column, which is more desirable than
the rear. At 8:30 our regiment was
deployed as skirmishers, company
“E” acting as reserves.
Had awful rough ground to march
on—sometimes through the thickets
and corn fields. A number of the men
were overcome by the heat, in a corn-
field, and had to be carried up to the
road. We were called in about noon,
and were pretty well fagged out.
There was pretty sharp cannonading
in front all day, which didn’t seem
much like there was any skedaddling
going on; but it was generally sup-
posed that there would be no general
cngagement until tomorroy.
We got on the field about one
o’clock p. m., unslung knapsacks and
got ready for business. Two men
from each company were left to
watch the knapsacks and the rest of
us started out toward the place where
the noise came from. While stopping
under the brow of a hill awaiting or-
ders, a solid shot came skipping over
and lodged in a corn shock. The boys
made a rush for it, it being the first
real hot one they had ever seen, but
it was too hot to handle. At two
o'clock the nineteenth Indiana Bat-
tery (Capt. Harris) took position on
an open ridge to the left of the corn-
field, where Looming’s Michigan bat-
tery and General Lytle’s brigade had
been so hotly beset.
We followed the battery and took
position on the left in two columns.
Here we remained lying on the ground
for two mortal hours, with shot and
bullets howling, whizzing and whist-
ling over us. It was difficult to keep
the men down, as they were anxious
to see where these things came from.
James Creighton and Nicolas Wilson,
of my company, were both wounded
while bobbing their heads up.
Vhat did we think about while ly-
ing there? A little of everything, I
guess, or at least I did. Sometimes I
wished I had never gone to be a sol-
dier, and that I was back at home at
school; then I would wish the battery
would open out and Col. Poorman
give the command to move forward.
Scared? Well, yes; there is no use
denying the fact that men get nerv-
ous at such times. It is natural, and
cannot be helped. The straight truth
is we all lay just as close to that hot,
hard side hill as we could. The spent
balls that came up over the hill look-
ed like bumblebees, or June bugs as
they went whirling end over end.
They appeared harmless, but still they
had force enough left to bury them-
selves in the ground, or in the man if
they had a chance. Those were long
two hours and no mistake.
A fool-hardy man belonging to
another regiment near by tried to
stop a solid ten-pounder that came
rolling down the hill quite lazily. It
knocked his shoulder off and went on.
They are bad medicine. About 4 p.
m. the left wing of our regiment was
sent to the left of the brigade line.
There we found the Fifteenth Ohio
Regiment under command of the Adju-
tant, and he was unable to get the few
men left to do anything. They would
neither go forward nor let us go. Col-
onel Webster came up and ordered us
to go through them. Just then a reb-
el cavelryman dashed out from a
thicket and fired at Col. Webster and
Lieutenant Colonel Poorman, who
were close together. He hadn’t time
te fire another shot before he was
punched full of bullet holes. He was
the first man I ever saw shot. Lieu-
tenant Barney Collins, aid-de-camp to
Colonel Webster, commanding the bri-
gade, dashed up and told the Colonel
that the rebels were coming up on the
right as thick as locusts, and we start-
d double-quick to our old place in
line. The Eightieth Indiana, support-
ing Harris’ battery, supposing we had
been licked up in the bushes, started
on double-quick to the rear, running
right through eur ranks.
The more we yelled at them to go
back the faster they ran. When we
got to our place we were mixed up
worse than a flock of sheep. There
being no time to stop and form, the
right wing being already on the
move, we hooked on and formed as
we marched across the ravine and up
the wooded hillside. Som? of the men
weéré $a excited that they were shoot-
ing as fast as they could load their
guns, some toward the rebel line and
some straight up in the air. “I came
out here to shoot and I'm going to
shoot,” said one young fellow when
told to stop it. Just across the shal-
low ravine was the corn field around
which most of the fighting had been
done. Suddenly a long, dark line ap-
peared beyond the crest of the ridge
at the edge of the field. The line
grew more and more distinct until at
last a magnificent (Twenty-second
Mississippi “The Tigers”) was reveal-
ed. The men were dressed in butter-
nut coats, with gray hats, They were
evidently as fresh as we were. Being
only a hundred yards away the com-
mands of their Colonel were plainly
heard “Halt, right dress, come out
there in the center, back in the left,
front, ready, aim!” The next word
was not audible. It was a beautiful
volley—from a drillmaster’s point of
view. It seemed that a solid sheet of
lead passed over us, the weight of it,
or the concussion of the air, being
plainly felt.
It did not all go over. Johnny Ev-
ans, almost immediately behind me,
was shot through the neck and fell
dead in his tracks. I heard several
balls strike men near me. Itis a dis-
agreeable sound—a sort of thud that
you cannot mistake. All at once my
right hand refused to work, and while
wondering what was the matter a
stream of blood spurted out of my
sleeve. I had been shot through the
crazy-bone and did not know it, but I
had felt the ball cutting through the
clothes across my breast. Captain
Urquahart ordered me off the field,
and just as I started a bullet shat-
tered Nate Humphries’ left arm, and
he began screaming as though he
were shot sure enough. Shouldering
up his traps, in addition to my own, I
took him by the arm and we started
for the rear. The rebels were pour-
ing the fire into us hot and heavy, and
we were giving it back to them as
good as they sent. I got out of the
storm without further mishap except
getting my clothes nipped a few
times. Just as we were leaving the
field Colonel Webster came dashing
down the hill calling to Lieutenant
Colonel Poorman to change his posi-
tion so as to conform with the rebel
line. Just as we reached the head of
the regiment a ball pierced his chest
and he fell headlong into the arms of
his men. We knew General Terrell
had been wounded and General Jack-
son killed. This left the brigade in a
bad fix, but it was a fighter. As I
went over the hill the wind lifted the
smoke and I saw the butternuts clos-
ing in on the boys, and I thought it
was all up, but Harris’ battery had
been captured and Loomis compelled
to fall back, but he was hammering
away for dear life.
Presently there was a roar and a
terrific shout. Somebody was getting
hurt. Was it my regiment, or had
they turned on the butternuts? I
would have given a great deal to
know, so I waited until a wounded
man came along. He said they had
hopped into our rear, but had to hop
off again. The air was so thick with
smoke that you couldn’t see half the
length of a regiment, and the sun was
just a big red wheel hung in the tree-
tops.
At the field hospital I found our
regimental surgeon, Dr. Henry West,
with his coat off, working like a bea-
ver. He said I was one of the lucky
ones. Colonel Webster was there, be-
sides a lot more of our men. I went
back to the regular hospital. By this
time it was getting dark. There I
found some more of our men. I got
two or three bundles of flax and made
a bed in the fence corner and laid
down. There was a sudden outburst
of artillery, then all was quiet, except
now and then a musket shot. This is
all I saw of the battle of Perrysville.
P. O. S. OF A. INSTALLATION.
The following officers were recent-
ly installed in the camps of the Third
district of Centre county by E. S.
Ripka, district president:
CENTRE HALL.
Past President—John A. Lutz.
President—Alvin Florey.
Vice President—Clarence T. Musser.
Master of Forms—F. H. Raymond.
Recording Sec’y—T. L. Smith.
Asst. Ree. Sec’y—T. L. Moore.
Financial Sec’y—E. S. Ripka.
Treasurer—D W. Bradford.
Conductor—Rossman Wert.
Inspector—Reed Hackett.
Guard—Eugene Burkholder.
Chaplain—W. O. Heckman.
Right Sentinel—Rufus Shearer.
Left Sentinel—Roy weaver.
Trustees—E. E. Zettle, W. H. Bland,
A. C. Ripka.
Representatives to State Camp—
& L. Smith, M. C. Drumm, E. G. Rip-
5,
WOODWARD.
Past President—D. J. Benner.
President—W. J. Smith.
Vice President—Harris Stover.
Master of Forms—F. P. Royer.
Ree. Sec’y—C. D. Motz.
Asst. Rec. Sec’y—W. R. Smith.
Financial Sec’y—E. H. Musser.
Treasurer—Elwood Orndorf.
Conductor—D. F. Corman.
Inspector—J. U. Carson.
Guard—F. G. Bowersox.
Chaplain—J. W. Gisewite.
Right Sentinel—J. H. Bowersox.
Left Sentinel—R. A. Feidler.
Trustees—Harris Stover, J. W.
Gisewite, I, M, Orndorf, or
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AARONSBURG.
Past President—F. S. Tomlinson.
President—Frank Boyer.
Vice President—A. C. Auman.
Master of Morms—Glenn Kerstet-
ter.
Rec. Sec’y—W. J. Bower.
Asst. Ree. Sec’y—R. W. Mensch
Financial Sec’y—W. K. Haines.
Terasurer—J. H. Haines.
Conductor—Lowell Hettinger.
Inspector—S. H. Wance.
Guard—H. B. Hazel.
Chaplain—H. D. Krape.
Right Sentinel—J. H. Wolf.
Left Sentinel—Bruce Homan.
Trustees—W. J. Bower, A. S. Mus-
ser, W. W. Wance.
SPRING MILLS.
Past President—Howard Weaver.
President—Bright Bitner.
Vice President—Paul Swabb.
Master of Forms—Harry Corman.
Ree. Sec’'y—Jerry Albright.
Asst. Rec, Sec’y—Gross Shook.
Financial Sec’y—W. H. Hettinger.
Treasurer—S. L. Condo.
Conductor—M. C. Barger.
Inspector—Chas. Ripka.
Guard—Miles Bressler.
Chaplain—W. H. Smith.
Right Sentinel—Glenn Cerman.
Left Sentinel—Reed Lingle.
Trustees—E. P. Shook, H. R. Sto-
ver, W. H. Smith.
All Camps in this district have had
very large increases, ranging from
33 1-3 per cent. to over 200 per cent,
with many more yet to be admitted.
They have also had very fine financial
increases.
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~——@Get your job wark done here.
So He Oprated.
Dr. Cutler Weygandt, at a physi-
cians’ banquet in Cincinnati, said of
the electronic or magic box treatment:
“This magic box is perhaps very
efficacious, but doctors have to pay a
royalty to use it, and that sort of
thing introduces commercialism into a
profession that is essentially non-
commercial.
“Yes that sort of thing would make
us doctors too much like Gouge.”
“‘I am sorry,” said old Gouge to a
patient, ‘but you are in a bad way.
I'll have to operate. Yes. A difficult
major operation.’
“‘Operate! A major operation!
the patient gasped. “My goodness,
doctor, I have no money for anything
of that sort. Im no bricklayer or
house painter. I'm only a poor pro-
fessor of Greek.’
“ ‘Even so,” said Dr. Gouge rather
anxiously, ‘you’re insured, aren’t
you?’
“‘Yes,” said the professor, ‘but I
don’t get the money till after I’m
dead.’
“Old Gouge looked relieved.
“ ‘Oh, that'll be all right,” he said.”
Operation Reduces Pain for Victims
of Cancer.
Philadelphia.—Dr. William G. Spil-
ler and Dr. Charles H. Frazier of the
University of Pennsylvania hospital,
recently announced the perfection of
an operation to relieve pain in per-
sons suffering from incurable forms
of cancer.
The operation known as “chordot-
omy,” is a severing of the sensory
nerves in the spinal column. It is
performed only when the pain is too
intense to be alleviated by drugs.
Doctor Spiller said the operation
MEDICAL.
Get at the Cause!
Many Bellefonte Folks are Showing
How to Avoid Needless Suffering.
_There’s nothing more annoying than
kidney weakness or inability to prop-
erly control the kidney secretions.
Night and day alike, the sufferer is
tormented and what with the burning
and scalding, the attendant backache,
headache and dizziness, life is indeed
a burden. Doan’s Pills—a stimulant
diuretic to the kidneys—have brought
peace and comfort to many Bellefonte
people. Profit by this Bellefonte res-
ident’s experience:
Mrs. Mahala Kreps, Phoenix Ave.,
says: “My kidneys were in wretched
condition and I suffered a lot with
dull, nagging backaches. At night
the pains were so severe I couldn't
rest. My kidneys acted too often and
I had dizzy spells and headaches.
Doan’s Pills helped me from the first
and four boxes cured me. I have had
no return of the trouble.”
60c, at all dealers. Foster-Milburn
Co., Mfrs., Buffalo, N. Y. 69-29
would not be entirely successful in
every case “since some pain fibers oc-
casionally will escape the knife.” It
had been performed sufficiently often,
he added, to justify a belief in its ef-
ficacy.
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We are going to give away---abso-
lutely free---$100.00 worth of
goods in our line.
structions will be ready to dis-
tribute the week of Monday July
21st, and will continue 2 weeks.
They can be secured at our store,
or will be sent on request by mail
with self-addressed
stamped envelope.
One Card to a family.
Funeral Furnishings
All New Equipment.
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La Follette talks about big business as if it were different from
little business. There is no difference.
The little shop employing a half dozen men and the giant corpor-
ation with hundreds of thousands of employees are of the same order.
Each has an equal interest in prosperity. Affect one adversely and the
other suffers. Talk about the oppression of capital, of corners in
money is silly. Men of sense are no longer frightened by the Wall
Street bug-a-boo. There are thirty thousand independent banks in the
United States, each one striving for business.
Has not your particular bank tried in every way to help you?
Hundreds of banks failed in the northwest because of their excessive
loans to farmers. The farmers, misled by the high price of wheat dur-
ing the war, bought land to grow more wheat, and the collapse of
prices found them tied up. ;
But wheat is advancing in price. The prospects for a big crop
are good and they are on the way to recovery.
La Folleteism will prove a fizzle in the face of advancing prices
for farm produce, and better business all around. It thrives only on
discontent. The man with a job and money in his pocket has no use
for those who seek to destroy the existing order, and offer Russia in
its place.
The First National Bank
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