He was hit shortly after he led his regiment in, and after the fight, was carried back to the hospital.
While our Surgeon was going the rounds Colonel Grower called him, and said quietly, 'When you get through with the men, come and see me, please.' "The Doctor would have attended to him then, but Grower wouldn't let him.
After he got through he went back to Grower, examined his wound, and told him that he could only live a few hours.

Grower received the news tranquilly, had the Doctor write a letter to his wife, and gave him his things to send her, and then grasping the Doctor's hand, he said: "Doctor, I've just one more favor to ask; will you grant it ?' "The Doctor said, 'Certainly; what is it ?' "You say I can't live but a few hours ?' "Yes; that is true.' "And that I will likely be in great pain!' "I am sorry to say so.' "Well, then, do give me morphia enough to put me to sleep, so that I will wake up only in another world.' "The Doctor did so; Colonel Grower thanked him; wrung his hand, bade him good-by, and went to sleep to wake no more." "Do you believe in presentiments and superstitions ?" said another of the Fourteenth.

There was Fisher Pray, Orderly Sergeant of Company I.

He came from Waterville, O., where his folks are now living.

The day before we started out he had a presentiment that we were going into a fight, and that he would be killed.