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But the foregoing feats by no means exhausted " the 

 Old Shekarry's " fighting experiences at Inkerman. He 

 goes on to tell us : 



" The most desperate hand-to-hand fight then ensued. 

 My revolvers did me good service that day, and saved 

 my life on several occasions ; but they were soon dis- 

 charged, there was no time to reload, and I had to take 

 to the sabre. During the metie I received a severe bayonet 

 wound in the knee, from a Russian sergeant, whom I 

 afterwards cut down, and my horse was twice wounded, 

 but excitement carried us on. Our ammunition was 

 nearly expended, and the odds against us were at least 

 ten to one, still our brave fellows fought on, and the 

 enemy were beginning to give way, when all at once 

 I saw Sir George Cathcart and Colonel Seymour go 

 down. I forced my way towards the spot where they 

 fell, and had just passed my sword through a fellow who 

 was bayoneting Seymour, when I saw a red flash, felt 

 my horse sink under me, and all was oblivion. For 

 nine days afterwards I was amongst the dead, having 

 neither feeling nor consciousness, not even being sensible 

 to pain. 



It appears that a shell exploded close under my horse's 

 flank, killing him instantaneously, and one fragment 

 striking me at the side, whilst at the next moment I was 

 hit on the head. I lay where I fell until the next day, 

 as I was thought to be killed. The next morning, when 

 the dead were collected, I was found stripped of my 

 uniform jacket, flannel-shirt, boots and socks, and was 

 taken to be buried at Cathcart's Hill, when a staff- 

 surgeon, who formerly belonged to the ' Holy Boys ' 



