charged he cribbed from Julius Cæsar: “We have met the enemy and they are ours:--two ships, two brigs, one schooner, and one sloop.” Calling away a small boat, he sent Midshipman Forrest with the report to General William Henry Harrison. A computation has been made by one historian of the number of guns directed against the _Lawrence_ in the early part of the action. The English had heavier armaments and more long guns; they could fight at a distance where the chubby carronade was useless. The _Lawrence_ had but seven guns whose shots could reach her opponents, while the British poured into her the concentrated fire of thirty-two! This accounts for the frightful carnage. When the _Lawrence_ was being shot through and through, and there were but three guns that could reply to the enemy’s fire, Lieutenant Yarnell, disfigured by a bad wound across his face from a splinter, came up to where Perry was standing. “The officers of my division have all been cut down,” he said. “Can I have others?” Perry looked about him and sent three of his aids to help Yarnell, but in less than a quarter of an hour the lieutenant returned again. His words were almost the same as before, but he had a fresh wound in his shoulder. “These officers,” he said, “have been cut down also.” “There are no more,” Perry replied. “Do your best without them.” Three times was Yarnell wounded, and three times after his wounds had been hurriedly dressed he returned to his post. Dulany Forrest, the midshipman whom Perry sent with the despatch to General Harrison, had a most remarkable escape. He was a brave lad who had faced death before; he had seen the splinters fly in the action between the _Constitution_ and the _Java_. Forrest was standing close to Captain Perry when a grape-shot that had glanced from the side of a port struck the mast, and, again deflected, caught the midshipman in the chest. He fell, gasping, at Perry’s feet. “Are you badly hurt, lad?” asked the latter, anxiously, as he raised the midshipman on his knee. “No, sir; not much,” the latter answered, as he caught his breath. “But this is my shot, I think.” And with that he extracted the half-spent ball from his clothing and slipped it into his pocket. Midshipman Henry Laub was killed in the cockpit just after having had a dressing applied to his shattered right arm. A Narragansett Indian who served as a gunner in the forward division of the _Lawrence_ was killed in the same manner.