He died of his wounds about eleven o'clock the same night, though he insisted that he would recover — repeatedly saying, with great oaths, that he was not born to be killed by a Yankee. A few minutes before he expired, his physician assured him he had but a very brief time to live. At this Ben looked up incredulously, and saying, “O hell!” turned away his head and never spoke after.
Lansing Republican, April 2.