UNDER FIRE.

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
hail-storm. 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.
to see that battle $ * He says, * I went down in the hold/

All through that fight I was scared nearly to death,

MIGHTY WARM TIMES.
Where did you go when you went
I hardly