Herbertson implied every time, that you'd never get killed if you could keep yourself from having a presentiment.

Perhaps there was something in it.
Perhaps the soul issues its own ticket of death, when it can stand no more.

Surely life controls life: and not accident.
"It's a funny thing what shock will do.

We had a sergeant and he shouted to me.

Both his feet were off--both his feet, clean at the ankle.