He followed our cause to the end, yet all the time an invalid.

Today he is languishing on a bed of pain and sickness, caused by that ball at Jonesboro.

The ball struck him on his knapsack, knocking him twenty feet, and breaking one or two ribs and dislocating his shoulder.

He was one of God's noblemen, indeed-- none braver, none more generous.

God alone controls our destinies, and surely He who watched over us and took care of us in those dark and bloody days, will not forsake us now.