'Stop,' said I, 'a minute; I shall be ready for another shot,
I have now gotten my breath again, I will make them rot.'
I then said to a gunner who was alleviating a gun,
'Which of those columns do you mean to make run?'
'That,' said he, pointing with his finger to a very large mass.
A ball came that instant and turned him into brass.
It cut him in two; he then turned as yellow as that metal.
He was a strange sight to see, and appeared quite brittle."—P. 16.
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