How A Saber Cat Feels

■ V - fcJ - - ' ' ■ 4 ■ ' ' V "Ihardly know bov,1 it faels to be shot, bnt I well reali eb ■ . . . els to be cut,'" paid Mr. O. D. Reev the Lindell. 'I enliíT.i 1 in a civalr regiment when I was i : :.l pi1 i i years í'or Únele Sam. Co ycu sec i. scar? That wadone at Nthvilli he held np iïis lft hand, which v. most encircli .1 by a deep scar. " : boys were orJired to charge, and l h';i! emptied my pistols aiid had just '!.■,.,. my saber when I saw bearing do'.vi; np. a me oue of the larest men I ever siw. "Our horses were both goinji ;i fnll speed, and he was headed direetly lor me. He launched his blow fii1?;. and ; instinctively threw up ny .uud and lowered my head. Tli3 saber htrnck my hand, whicb f'L"i 'i ','- ■'■' Ir; my side. The man flew iir.st me. and 1 turned my horse to one side and rodo l'ar enough away to examine my wound. No blood escaped, neither did I feel any pain until the wound was dressed a half hour later. The reaction set in, and the strongest opiates were used for davs to eive me lief from