“You say I can't live but a few hours?'
“Yes; that is true.' “And that I will likely be in great pain!'
“I am sorry to say so.'
“Well, then, do give me morphia enough to put me to sleep, so that I will wake up only in another world.'
“The Doctor did so; Colonel Grower thanked him; wrung his hand, bade him good-by, and went to sleep to wake no more.”
“Do you believe in presentiments and superstitions?” said another of the Fourteenth. There was Fisher Pray, Orderly Sergeant of Company I. He came from Waterville, O., where his folks are now living. The day before we started out he had a presentiment that we were going into a fight, and that he would be killed. He couldn't shake it off. He told the Lieutenant, and some of the boys about it, and they tried to ridicule him out of it, but it was no good. When the sharp firing broke out in front some of the boys said, 'Fisher, I do believe you are right,' and he nodded his head mournfully. When we were piling knapsacks for the charge, the Lieutenant, who was a great friend of Fisher's, said:
“Fisher, you stay here and guard the knapsacks.'
“Fisher's face blazed in an instant.
“No, sir,' said he; I never shirked a fight yet, and I won't begin now.'
“So he went into the fight, and was killed, as he knew he would be. Now, that's what I call nerve.”