A brave Irishman.
One of the Indiana
regiments was fiercely attacked by a whole brigade, in one of the battles in Mississippi
, unable to withstand such great odds, were compelled to fall back about thirty or forty yards, losing, to the utter mortification of the officers and men, their flag, which remained in the hands of the enemy.
Suddenly, a tall Irishman, a private in the color company, rushed from the ranks across the vacant ground, attacked the squad of rebels who had possession of the conquered flag, with his musket felled several to the ground, snatched the flag from them, and returned safely back to his regiment.
The bold fellow was, of course, immediately surrounded by his jubilant comrades, and greatly praised for his gallantry.
His captain appointed him to a sergeancy on the spot; but the hero cut every thing short by the reply: “Oh!
never mind, captain — say no more about it. I dropped my whisky-flask among the rebels, and fetched that back, and I thought I might just as well bring the flag along!”