The officer in charge was so struck with the bravery of the poor
fellow that he had endeavored to take him prisoner, and had stayed
some of his men who had essayed to run the fiery captain through
with their bayonets; his impetuous charge, however, led them in self
defence to disable him, and the young lieutenant who shot him had no
alternative except to be brained by a blow from Jack's pistol. The
excitement over, however, the colonel of the victorious corps sent a
detachment in search of the wounded of both sides, and ordered a
litter to be prepared for Captain Rogers' removal to his own quarters.
Poor Jack was severely injured. The ball had entered his left arm
close to the shoulder, and was not necessarily fatal; but his horse
had fallen on him and bruised him so that he could scarcely breathe.
The march to the camp was about two miles, and, although the men
moved as gently as possible, yet Captain Rogers suffered agony as he
felt every motion. Arrived at Colonel De Beaumont's quarters (for
the brave commander was the husband of Mrs. De Beaumont) a surgeon
was sent for and the invalid's wounds were attended to. Although a
prisoner of war Captain Rogers' received every attention from
Colonel De Beaumont and the officers under his command, and when,
the regiment being ordered to head-quarters, the Colonel was obliged
to send Rogers to prison with the rest of his captured force, the
parting was more like that of two brothers than that of a victor and
his fallen foe.
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