32/42 Some one else fired a shot-gun, I think--I can't be sure--about the same time, from the side. I tried to get up, but I couldn't, and then they got together, for a consultation. The man I had hurt--I didn't recognize him--came and looked at me. He was nursing himself all over; and groaned; and I laughed, I--at any rate, my arm was lying stretched out on the grass, and he stamped his heel into my hand, and after a little of that I quit feeling. They went away, not far, I think. |