his knee had been bandaged.  A large caliber bullet had hit a rock and glancing had struck him on the knee with the flat side, cutting through his clothing and burying itself in the flesh.  He was knocked down and we all thought for a time he was killed.  He is now a merchant-banker at Klamath Falls.  To give the reader a slight idea of the difficulties under which we labored, I will relate one incident occurring near where I was standing.  A soldier was crawling up an upheaval, pushing his rifle before him, when he was shot through the body from underneath.

At about 2 o’clock Col.  Perry came down the line and told Gen. Wheaton that he could go no further.  A deep chasm, he said, in his front could not be crossed.  “By gad,” replied the General, “Col.  Perry, you must cross it.”  “I can cross it, General, but it will cost me half my command.  Every man attempting to cross it has been killed, and two litter bearers going to the relief of a wounded man were killed.”  Word now reached us from Fairchilds that Bernard was calling for help.  He had called across an arm of the lake that ran up into the lava beds that he had more wounded men that he could take care of.  Gen. Wheaton was now thoroughly distressed, saying “when Bernard hallows he is badly hurt.”  We then determined to try shelling the Indians with the howitzers and I started back to find the pack mules.  Reader, if you ever tried to appear as if you were’nt scared, with bullets screaming around you, and with your back to the enemy, you will know something of my feelings.  Those big fellows, striking in the rocks would glance and scream with an unearthly noise.  My legs wanted to run, but pride held them in check.  And right here I want to say, that bravery is only pride and a good control over your legs.  I finally found the pack mules and started back, but it wasn’t half as hard facing it and we came bravely up to the line.  The guns were planted and opened with shells timed to three hundred yards.  Two burst and a call came from Bernard’s men that we were shelling their rear guard.

Firing with the howitzers ceased as it was clearly a failure, and a consultation was held.  We knew our loss was heavy, Gen. Ross declaring it “is worse than Hungry Hill.”  It was finally determined to send a column to relieve Col.  Bernard.  Accordingly Fairchild’s California volunteers, Mason’s battalion and Perry’s dismounted cavalry were ordered to cut their way around the lake shore and join Bernard.  Fairchild’s men passed over the point without loss, but several of Mason’s men were killed in plain sight.  The soldiers balked and refused to advance.  Col.  Green ran down the line and leaping upon the point turned his back to the Indians and with a gauntlet in his hand used language that was scarcely fit for a parlor.  Gen. Wheaton also joined and with a sword taken from a bugler boy, ran down the line urging the men to move forward.  They soon began the advance and passed over the point and out of sight.