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Sanders, from the quaint old Massachusetts town of 

 Salem. The work of an orderly on foot, under the 

 blazing sun, through the hot and matted jungle, 

 was very severe, and finally the heat overcame him. 

 He dropped; nor did he ever recover fully, and 

 later he died from fever. In his place I summoned 

 a trooper whose name I did not know. Shortly 

 afterward, while sitting beside the bank, I directed 

 him to go back and ask whatever general he came 

 across if I could not advance, as my men were 

 being much cut up. He stood up to salute and then 

 pitched forward across my knees, a bullet having 

 gone through his throat, cutting the carotid. 



When O'Neill was shot, his troop, who were de- 

 voted to him, were for the moment at a loss whom 

 to follow. One of their number, Henry Bardshar, 

 a huge Arizona miner, immediately attached himself 

 to me as my orderly, and from that moment he was 

 closer to me, not only in the fight, but throughout 

 the rest of the campaign, than any other man, not 

 even excepting the color-sergeant, Wright. 



Captain Mills was with me ; gallant Shipp had al- 

 ready been killed. Mill's was an invaluable aide, 

 absolutely cool, absolutely unmoved or flurried in 

 any way. 



I sent messenger after messenger to try to find 

 General Sumner or General Wood and get permis- 

 sion to advance, and was just about making up my 



