Johnny Clem was an Ohio boy, twelve years old. At
the battle of Chickamauga, Johnny was in the thickest of
the fight. Three bullets went through his cap, but Johnny
didn't care for that.
After the battle, when every one was hurrying to and
fro, Johnny became separated from his comrades, and was
running, gun in hand, across an open field.
A Confederate officer, seeing him, sprang upon his horse
and rushed after him.
"Stop! you little Yank!" called the Colonel.
Johnny, seeing that the Colonel was sure to overtake
him, halted, faced around to meet the Colonel, and set his
gun ready to shoot.
"You are my prisoner, young chap," said the Colonel as
he rode up.
But instantly Johnny drew up his gun and fired. The
colonel fell dead, and Johnny ran on to join his comrades.
Johnny, for this deed, was made a sergeant, and was put
 on duty at headquarters. He must have been a very odd-looking
little sergeant, I think, dressed in a full sized
man's uniform. But perhaps he did have a uniform that
fitted him after that; and very likely he made a very