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Col. Hiestand, of the Lancaster (Pa.) Examiner, who was present at the recent battle at Bull Run, thus speaks of the late Col. Cameron:
“When we met him the tide of victory with us, and he spoke with confidence the result of the battle would be a glorious victory for our gallant army. We separated with the farewell hope that we meet again; he to the head of his regiment to lead them into the fight; we to dreamy wanderings among the living, the wounded, the dying, and the dead.—He to die at the head of his regiment calling upon his ‘brave Scots’ to follow— we to return humiliated at the disgraceful stampede of over thirty thousand men.
Andrew S. Anderson, Candidate for Governor of South Dakota, Is Gored to Death by Animal
SIOUX FALLS, S. D., Aug, 11.—Andrew S. Anderson, Democratic nominee for governor of South Dakota, was gored to death early today at his farm near Beresford, S. D., 30 miles south of Sioux Falls in Clay county.
Details of the tragedy are lacking, but meager telephone reports to Frank Olds, county coroner, indicated that Mr. Anderson had gone to the pasture to take care of the stock when one of the bulls In his herd became enraged and attacked him.
Commodore Rogers died at his residence in Philadelphia on Wednesday evening. He was buried on Thursday with naval and military honors of which we copy the following particulars as given in the Phila. Gazette:—
The death, by a ball from a rebel rifle, of Commander James H. Ward, of the U. S. Navy, made a mournful impress upon the faces of our citizens, yesterday. He was a native of this city and son of the late Col. James H. Ward, and well known to many of our older residents. He was commander of the Thomas Freeborn, a government steamer on the Potomac, and had superintended an expedition from his own vessel to erect a battery, when the rebels, in large numbers, suddenly emerged from the woods, and poured in a volley. Capt. Ward covered the retreat of his men, so far us possible, with his guns, and was shot through the breast with a rifle ball while in the act of discharging one of his pieces. He died an hour later, falling on the deck of Ins own vessel while discharging his whole duty lo his country.
There were about 150 of us on each of the L.C.I.’s and transported over with L. C. M.’s and rafts in tow—these were all filled with explosive materials. We were given, immediately, our final destination orders and already knew the type of job to be done. On the way over we were frankly told that many of us would be killed—now that was a comforting thought. The price of freedom was going to be expensive. Our particular mortality rate was very assuredly in the 10% range of survival.
We were supposed to arrive at 0330 but must have been later as it was. nearing daylight, and things were quite visible. The others that arrived before were the Rangers and the glider corp. The gliders were engineless planes that were towed over from England and then set free. These “planes” carried combat ready troops but had it very rough as many crashed into the trees and stone walls.