g his pocket-handkerchief around his fingers, he remained on deck and did good execution with his rifle.
Not more than thirty minutes after, another shot struck him in his right shoulder, and the blood spirted out through his shirt.
Master's Mate Arbana then ordered him to go below, and have the surgeon dress his wounds.
The brave old fellow said: No, sir, as long as there is any fighting to be done, I will stay on deck!
After the engagement was over the noble-hearted sailor had his wound his place was in the hospital; he was displeased with this remark and replied: No, Captain, my eyes are good and I can pull a lockstring as well as any on'em!
The lockstring is a lanyard connected with the cap that fires the gun.
Master's Mate Arbana of the Owasco had a very narrow escape from death at the battle of Galveston, three shots having struck him in different places.
One of the bullets passed completely through the crown of his cap, another penetrated his pantaloons just below t