None of the enemy however came, and next day he was taken away in a horse litter the ball having been extracted by the surgeon of the regiment on the same day the wound was received. His blood flowed so profusely that it passed thro' the straw bed and ran across the floor, sixteen feet or more. When he went away they took a coverlid to form a little and a pillow for his head. We heard no more of him until about six months after peace when a stranger carrying a bundle called
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at our house about dinner time. My father invited him to take dinner, which he did. During dinner he eyed my mother in a way that disconcerted her. She coloured - he smiled. After dinner was over he opened the bundle and approached mother who alarmed, ran for protection behind my father, fearing he intended some injury. He then said, "these things are yours." She said, "they are not. Keep them away! - I'll have none of your things!" He then said to my father, "don't you remember the soldier that was shot through the body, and was all night in your house? I am he. Your wife, I think, saved me, and I feel towards her as though she was my mother." &c. He then showed the scar in his breast, and my father said, "Betsey, these must be your things," and she then recognized and took them. He said he had come 200 miles to restore