into the fort Colonel Harrison and Colonel Case of my own regiment went into the works with us. In taking the gap the brigade had pushed ahead of the body of the troops, and the Johnnies were enabled to surround the fort and hem us in, and they tried for hours to retake the battery. When Hooker saw the troops in that advanced position he said: 'There's a brigade gone to hell!' but from two o'clock in the afternoon till after midnight the colonels, in charge of the regiments and fighting with the soldiers, held the works against repeated desperate charges by the rebels. At

2 A. M. the Union line was advanced far enough to drive the enemy back, and in the morning the rebels were gone. Whilst in the fort we had to hug the fortifications mighty close, I tell you, for the bullets were as thick as hail. And when the Johnnies got too close, we would rise and give them a volley which would repulse them, then we would drop behind the breastwork. When the rebels saw they could not drive us from our position they fired the woods through which we had forced our way, and where the dead and wounded of both forces lay, burning over the field of battle where lày so many suffering men. My companion was shot from my side, and as he dropped I turned to him, but he said, 'Go on; don't stop for me,' and I passed along. The next day I found him with the clothes all burned off and the flesh of one side all roasted, and in places

crisp to the bone. It was a terrible sight, you may be sure. We were left to bury the dead of

both sides.

"On the 20th, at Peach Tree Creek, we had been manoeuvring about in the valley during the forenoon, without knowing the object of our movements. At noon we stacked our arms, put out a skirmish line. and were busy at dinner, when we heard firing on the skirmish line, and their shouts for us to come on. Looking up, we saw them waving their caps for us to hasten. Springing to our arms, we rushed to their assistance, getting ready as we ran. I did not get my belt buckled till we were into the fight. The skirmish line joined our ranks, though not obliged to do so, and the side of the hill we went. As we swung up into an advanced position, through an opening in the trees we could see the rebs lying thick behind a rail-fence. Our regiment charged on their line and cleaned it out, but we lost 250 men in half an hour, so you may know we had hot work. In this fight Harrison, still a colonel, took the lead. As he swung himself into line not six feet from me he said: 'Come on, boys; we've never been licked yet, and we won't begin now. We haven't much ammunition, but if necessary we can give them the cold steel, and before we get licked we will club them down; so, come on.' And we went, glad to fight by the side of 'Little Ben,' who shirked nothing, and took just the same chance

of getting a bullet through the heart as we did. Not a soldier but liked Ben Harrison. Well, we won the day after a hard fight. For his bravery on that day Harrison was promoted at the special recommendation of General Hooker. But his promotion made no difference in the man. He was always the same." The foregoing is extracted from the Oregon City Enterprise.

Fred Hummel, who is a resident of Decatur, Ala., and formerly a soldier of the 79th Ohio, which was of General Harrison's brigade, writing of his old commander, says: "I believe it was twenty-four years ago that Dr. Jones and myself found him alone taking care of the poor wounded boys of his regiment that suf fered so severely that day. With his coat off, and sleeves rolled up, he worked far after midnight, until every wounded man was attended to. This humane act of his will perhaps never be written in history, but it made a lifelong impression on my mind of his superior goodness and humanity, seldom found in men of his position and rank. God bless him."

The following, from the Boston Transcript, is from Rev. Edmund Muse, a Southern loyalist who was in the army with Harrison, though not in his command: "Harrison was celebrated among the officers of Sherman's army for his earnest religious nature. He had prayers in his tent at night and was a sincere Christian man."