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dead horse. He rose and broke to run. W. H. Harris, another
member of Cbmpany F as he slowly retired to the rear, turned his
horse, and galloped back and met him. Ledbetter sprang on the
horse behind Harris and rode away in a gallop out of danger. In
the meantime the enemy beholding the daring feat quit firing and
cheered Harris for his brave act which saved a wounded comrade.
After my horse's death I turned over my pistols, saddle, bridle,
blanket, etc., and another horse I had back witth the baggage
wagon to Sam Street one of Company F and asked him to take care
of them for me. I was placed on a blanket and carried by four
comrades to the rear to get beyond reach of the bullets which were
still falling around us from the enemy's guns. As we moved along
bunched up that way the enemy would fire at us, for we made a
good target for them. I could hear the balls striking the ground
around us and begged my men to leave me there and save them-
selves. They refused and said if I could stand if they could, and
took me on and out of reach of the enemy's fire (for they did
not follow us up) and found an ambulance, put me in that and
carried me on about six miles further to, Lewisburg, Tennessee.
Here they left me in the house of Mr. McKnight, who with his
wife lived alone, both of them well advanced in years, but both as
good and kind as possible for most people to be. Our surgeon
had made only a casual examination of me, had given me a dose
of morphine and a glass of brandy when I was first taken off my
horse, and then went on to the other wounded, without seeming
to realize I was bleeding so profusely as to endanger my life. But
when we reached Lewisburg, I was so exhausted from loss of blood
that Dr. McClure, a local physician there who looked at me, told
my attendants it was necessary to leave me there if they expected
to save my life. So I was left there so weakened that I could not
raise my head from my pillow.
That night Wheeler's command moved on southward five or six
miles and camped. Next day about nine o'clock General Mitchell's
army came into Lewisburg and halted there for some hours and
while there his surgeon busied himself looking up, the wounded
who had been able to get that far from the battlefield, of whom
there were several. When he came in to see me he examined me
pretty closely and said "This right thigh has a fracture and must150
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Texas State Historical Association. The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 22, July 1918 - April, 1919, periodical, 1919; Austin, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth117156/m1/160/: accessed April 24, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Texas State Historical Association.