s they shot large cubical and
irregular-shaped lead slugs. One of these struck this cool man high
in the right groin, deeply imbedding itself. The pain must have been
excruciating, for the man was terribly lacerated. He hobbled to his
company commander, saluted, and asked permission to fall out and lie
down, as he had been hit. He was lying near a road where his comrades
passed to and fro during the entire fight, but no one heard a word
or a groan out of him unless he was spoken to.

During the same fight, in another company of the same regiment, a
battalion sergeant-major was ordered to take two squads and proceed
to a point about 400 yards down the Angeles Road, where there was
a small trench, and defend it. When about half-way down, one of
his men, a green "rookie," received a severe wound in the leg. The
Sergeant endeavored to start him to the rear, with a man to assist
him along, but he protested. Nothing but to continue to the front
with his squad would do. He loaded and fired with the other men till
the fight was over. This man was recommended for a medal of honor by
his captain.--_From Leslie's Weekly, of December 9, 1899_.

THE FLIGHT OF "FATHER TIME."

A Case of Mistaken Identity.

Captain C. was what soldiers call a "fussy" officer. He was constantly
prying into matters that concerned him but little, and wasted his
energies in performing duties usually within the province of a
corporal. In fact, he would march a "set of fours" to dinner. In a
fight, however, his soul enlarged, and he was ever to be found at the
front directing his men, and doing much to atone for sins committed
during less exciting moments. Always in the van, his long, gray
whiskers gently flowing in the breezes, his sword drawn and pointing
toward the enemy, suggested to the men the pictures they had seen in
almanacs of "Father Time"; and when speaking of him among themselves,
he had no other name.

In August, 1899, his company was at Angeles, in Luzon, and was
entrenching on the outskirts, for the pesky little "niggers" were
constantly threatening and frequently attacking the place.

The Quartermaster Department hired a lot of Macebebes, who had offered
their services, to do the harder part of the work of trench-digging,
for the men were exhausted by an arduous and exacting campaign.

One bright morning about two hundred of these laborers were put to work
a short distance to the front of the trenches under construction,