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wounded. One, a Mexican, was but slightly 
injured in the hand, but the wound of’ the 
other, who was an Italian, bore a more sat 
ous aspect, and deserves especial mention. 
He was a short, corpulent fellow, and had 
been nicknamed ‘ Dutch’—a loquacious, 
chicken-hearted fainéant, and withal in the 
daily habit of gorging himself to such an 
enormous extent, that every alternate night 
he was on the sick list. On this memorable 
occasion, Dutch had ‘foundered’ again, an 
the usual prescription ofa double dose of Ep- 
som salts had been his supper potion. The 
ish had continued for about an hour, 
atid although a frightful groaning had been 
heard in Dutch’s wagon for some time, no 
one paid any attention to it, as it was gene- 
rally supposed to be from the effects of his 
dose. At length, however, some one cried 
out, ‘Dutch is wounded!’ I immediately 
went to see him, and found him writhing and 
twisting himself as if in great pain, crying all 
the time that he was shot. “Shot !—where ?” 
T inquired. “Ah! in the head, sir?” “ Pshaw! 
Dusals none of that; you've only bumped 
your head in trying to hide yourself” Upon 
lighting a match, however, I found that a ball 
had passed through the middle of his hat, and 
that, to my consternation, the top of his head 
was bathed in blood. It turned out, upon 
subsequent examination, that the ball had 
glanced upon the skull, inflicting a serious- 
looking wound, and so deep that an inch of 
sound skin separated the holes at which the 
