net for a

D. About an hour after the German
was killed the same company was ordered to take a position farther to
the right. They
walked along, goose-fashion, single file, moving by the right flank
toward their new

position. Next to the last man in the rear was a corporal, a new man,
just a few months

in the service. Biff! ping! bang! went the deadly missiles. One struck
a man's rifle-barrel, cutting it almost in two. Another split the stock
of
a gun in a man's

hand. Then one struck the recruit corporal's left arm, passing through
the biceps. With an expression of great surprise he for a moment stood
still, saying nothing. His eyes began to dilate, and then of a sudden
he threw his fowling-piece
high in the air, grasped his left arm with his right hand, and started
for the rear at a disgraceful
gait, yelling so as to be heard above
the din of battle: "I've got it! I've got it! I've got it!" The last
that was seen of him that day
he had "it,"
and was taking "it" to the rear with him. On San Juan
Ridge, July 2d, just as Chaffee's brigade had reached the crest, they
were

ordered to lie down and intrench, using the bayonet as a pick and the
hands
for shovels. A dashing young fellow of one of the companies on the
right of the line was some
distance in advance
of his fellows when the halt was made. Instead of
falling

back on the line with the other men, he stopped where he
was. One of the officers shouted at him several times to fall back, as
he was in
danger of his own men shooting him, but