“After dark a terrible fog raised, and I ordered the men, who had finished the earthwork, to build a wall of fog back of the fort to protect us in the rear in case the enemy surrounded us. About day-light the rebs advanced, and we gave them case and canister as fast as we could load, and with terrible effect. The enemy replied with cannon and rifles. Though they were in overwhelming force, we could easily have held the position without much loss if that wall of fog had not been built in our rear. You set, the boys, having plenty of material, had built the wall about ten feet high, and every rifle ball and cannon shot that went over us struck that dense wall and rebounded, doing fearful execution. One after another the men were cut down, and I was left alone. Seizing a cartridge, I rammed it home and covered it with a double charge of canister. Just as I withdrew the rammer a ball rebounded, taking off my right arm. I sprang behind my gun, inserted a primer, and was pulling when when another shot struck me back of the neck, but as I fell dead, my hand still grasping the string, the primer exploded, fired the gun, killing so many rebels that the rest—"     Just then Colonel Ellis fired the morning gun, the men sprang to their feet and rushed to the cook tent for coffee and hardtack, and “truthful George” did not finish his story. From— Williston Graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.). 31 Dec. 1903. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.