SEVERE EXPERIENCES AT GETTYSBURG. BY WILLIAM PAUL, WILDWOOD, FLA. The 48th Georgia Regiment was in line of battle, fronting Gettysburg, and we were ordered forward. The first line of Federals was behind breastworks made of rails from which we soon drove them under a heavy fire to that noted rock fence. By the time we reached the rock fence all the officers in Company I, "Wilson's Tigers," had been killed or wounded. We had seventy three men when the fight began, and only three men escaped without a bullet piercing their bodies. I was a corporal, and led the company to within twenty yards of the rock fence, when I was shot down, and the few remaining fell back. I remained on the battlefield fourteen days, unable to move or help myself, lying between two corn rows smeared with my own blood, until I was sunburned from head to foot, my clothes having been torn off, and two of the wounds had become fly blown. After this we were removed from the battlefield to Baltimore, and there lay on a street for several hours. Some pitied and others reviled us. The most charitable act done for me was by a fine looking lady, dressed in black, who gave me a fine comb, and I was not long in making my head more comfortable. If that lady is alive, I would like to send her a nice Florida present. I was finally moved to Chester Hospital, where I had to plead with the doctors to prevent amputation of my leg. It had so decayed that the bone and leaders were visible. After a long spell of typhoid fever, I was moved to Point Lookout Prison, where I was detained for about seventeen months before being exchanged. Then a thirty days' furlough was given me. After leaving Richmond, it took the thirty days to reach home, as I was going around Sherman's army to Augusta, Ga. I am now old, seventy seven years of age, living at Wildwood, Fla., and have a warm place in my heart for all the old boys who wore the gray.