"Jones and his companion who was shot through the body, were placed side by side on the straw in the car, weak from pain and loss of blood, exposure and hunger - for not a mouthful had he to eat after early breakfast for twenty-two hours. Arriving in City Point at sunrise, his first thought was of the wounded comrade sleeping by his side, placing his hand on his face to awaken him, only to discover him cold in death. At City Point, Mr Jones was placed in a dirty barracks hospital, crowded with wounded soldiers; there he was neglected, not receiving proper attention, and during the four days there, gangrene set in his wounds. He was then transferred on a hospital boat down the James River to Baltimore, Md., and there placed in the United States Jarvis Hospital, where eminent surgeons examined his wounds and discovered that gangrene was fast penetrating two of his wounds; but they said, "we will do our best to pull you through; first it will be necessary to give them the black wash and put you under the influence of chloroform." "Don't bother about the chloroform, doctor," said Jones, "but if you say the black wash is the remedy, go ahead, I can bear it." The black wash was applied, the poor agonized soldier looked down and saw the cloud of smoke arising from the burning out of his side wounds. While he winced and bit his lip. Nurses were ordered to watch over him day and night; the surgeons in charge pronounced him a hopeless case; they didn't believe he would live three days, but he disappointed them; they didn't know the unfaltering courage and iron constitution of the young soldier; but the following two weeks he was unconscious. He lay right there on the same bed on his back for four months, and the first month with his left foot suspended. In June before he was able to stand on his feet he was transferred, at his request, on a stretcher with a squad of Wisconsin soldiers from the same hospital, to Milwaukee, Wis., his home state; there he was placed in the Bethlehem Home Hospital. About the 1st of July he was able to move about a little on crutches in the hospital. Just as he expected to get outdoor air he came down with a hard case of regular smallpox, and for a month he was kept three miles out in the county pesthouse. His regiment had long been mustered out of service. Shortly after returning from the pesthouse to the hospital, Mr. Jones applied for and received an honorable discharge, for reason of wounds received in line of battle; then in August 1865, on crutches he returned to his home at Hudson, Wis., one of the last of his regiment to be welcomed by the dear ones at home. Sergeant Jones is a pensioner since 1865. (written in 1912) Connie