THE PILOT’S FIRST BATTLE

He said—­

It was the 7th of November.  The fight began at seven in the morning.  I was on the ‘R.  H. W. Hill.’  Took over a load of troops from Columbus.  Came back, and took over a battery of artillery.  My partner said he was going to see the fight; wanted me to go along.  I said, no, I wasn’t anxious, I would look at it from the pilot-house.  He said I was a coward, and left.

That fight was an awful sight.  General Cheatham made his men strip their coats off and throw them in a pile, and said, ’Now follow me to hell or victory!’ I heard him say that from the pilot-house; and then he galloped in, at the head of his troops.  Old General Pillow, with his white hair, mounted on a white horse, sailed in, too, leading his troops as lively as a boy.  By and by the Federals chased the rebels back, and here they came! tearing along, everybody for himself and Devil take the hindmost! and down under the bank they scrambled, and took shelter.  I was sitting with my legs hanging out of the pilot-house window.  All at once I noticed a whizzing sound passing my ear.  Judged it was a bullet.  I didn’t stop to think about anything, I just tilted over backwards and landed on the floor, and staid there.  The balls came booming around.  Three cannon-balls went through the chimney; one ball took off the corner of the pilot-house; shells were screaming and bursting all around.  Mighty warm times—­I wished I hadn’t come.  I lay there on the pilot-house floor, while the shots came faster and faster.  I crept in behind the big stove, in the middle of the pilot-house.  Presently a minie-ball came through the stove, and just grazed my head, and cut my hat.  I judged it was time to go away from there.  The captain was on the roof with a red-headed major from Memphis—­a fine-looking man.  I heard him say he wanted to leave here, but ‘that pilot is killed.’  I crept over to the starboard side to pull the bell to set her back; raised up and took a look, and I saw about fifteen shot holes through the window panes; had come so lively I hadn’t noticed them.  I glanced out on the water, and the spattering shot were like a hailstorm.  I thought best to get out of that place.  I went down the pilot-house guy, head first—­not feet first but head first—­slid down—­before I struck the deck, the captain said we must leave there.  So I climbed up the guy and got on the floor again.  About that time, they collared my partner and were bringing him up to the pilot-house between two soldiers.  Somebody had said I was killed.  He put his head in and saw me on the floor reaching for the backing bells.  He said, ’Oh, hell, he ain’t shot,’ and jerked away from the men who had him by the collar, and ran below.  We were there until three o’clock in the afternoon, and then got away all right.

The next time I saw my partner, I said, ’Now, come out, be honest, and tell me the truth.  Where did you go when you went to see that battle?’ He says, ‘I went down in the hold.’