Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 11, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 January 1912 — [ J fT■ < V* Im [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

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THRILLING FIGHT AT SHILOH As Both Sides Began Firing Panic* Stricken Bull and White Dog Seen Running Across Field. On Sunday morning, April. 6, 1862, we were called to arms and hurriedto the front at Shiloh. Over the brow of a low hill I could see a rebel flag slowly advancing, writes T. J. Maxwell of the California Soldiers’ Home in the National Tribune. Both sides began firing, the rebels all the time advancing. Between the lines I saw a panic-stricken bull and a White dog. After a regular hail storm of lead I. looked around, and not a man could be seen except the dead and wounded. I ran back to lower ground, and the shot and shell passed over me. My brother Same to me, and said we must hurry or the cavalry would capture us. We found the regiment, and were -taken to support a battery of one piece which was having a duel with a rebel gun. The swing and lead horses had been shot down; then a solid shot took both of the wheelers. An officer rode up near the gun, dismounted and. threw the rein around a sapling. He had no sooner done this when a shot passed through his horse. Had he been in the saddle both his legs would have been cut off. The next shot raked the gun. The boys cast off the prolong, dragged the piece a few rods to the left, and in about half an hour had silenced the rebel gun. Morning came, and we were taken to the edge of a meadow. In front from the top of a low wooded hill a battery was firing on us. Some of the solid shot would reaffK bur ranks. We crossed the meadow to attack, threw down the fence, and soon were a struggling mob, trying to climb through the thick brush and saplings. Those who got near the top saw the, infantry suddenly rise and aim, then dropped to earth as a volley passed over them. x The officer in command! saw that it would be a slaughter pen,| and quickly ordered a retreat. . We made a left wheel, and marchedl a short distance through open tinaber|< to level ground, and opened fire. Ij was standing a few paces from a largei tree. My gun barrel was hot, and II had but two or three cartridges left.; Facing us was a rebel brigade or divF slon. To the left it extended a quar-l ter of a mile. Off ,to my right the timber covered them. All this time musket balls were flying past me and throwing up dust at my feet. I think 10 or 15 men were firing at will, and I turned to see whom they were shooting at, but there was no one but my-t self in sight. l I went back to the rear, and soon came to a line of infantry firing. I passed through .the line. They said not a word to me nor I to them.| I- eame to-a pool xrf water; anti my reflection showed my face streaked with! powder, smoke and dust. My lips were*

swollen from tearing off the end of the paper cartridge with my teeth. Presently I came to a cavalryman, who inquired: “Where are you going?” “I am hunting for my regiment.” Waving his saber over my head, ha said: “You can’t go through here.” With a quick step back I threw my musket at full cock, and said I would 1 go through. He lowered his saber, and touched his horse and moved out of my way. When I got to camp tents were pierced by balls, some were torn down and commissary and sutler goods were scattered over the ground. I threw down my musket, and carried water to the,, wounded—blue and gray alike.”

"You Can't Go Through Here."