wcic uinivuiu^ in ocwviuiio.The man I arrested I pave up to an assistant to tAke to jail. Mr. Armstrong was with me when I walked into the procession. I had a star plainly visible on my breast; two or three times, as loud as I could hallo, I told them I was the city Marsha); they might not have understood the language; when I proceeded to make the arrest, I understood a bov had been killed, and went to make an arrest for felony ; I had the first information from John Wamock, who was with me at the first arrest: he often assisted me when I had arrests to make. There were 75 or 100 persons in the procession ; one of the men I took had blood on his breeches: the other, the first I arrested, I was told, was the man who did the mischief on the hills; he was in citizens’ clothes ; several people in the procession were armed, some had gun3 with stickers on them, some of them had fencing swords, and one I saw with a billv; the second man I arrested was little in front of the center of the procession, there were several armed men about bun; all seemed to rush in to prevent me taking him. The man that shot me came towards me as I retreated towards the sidewalk ; I kept my eye upon him, looking over my Shoulder; I heara somebody speak loudly just before I was shot; I suppose it came from the man who did it, he might be swearing and not giving a word of command; I do not know that I could identify more than one man in the procession. (The prisoner here stood up, but the witness could not identify him.) When I was lying 011 my bed a number of the Turners were brought before me; I remembered having seen the prisoner before, it might have been in the propes-sion, I don’t know. The man who shot me had a beard and moustache; he was in the Turners’ uniform. The man who kept sticking atme was a short, dark complexioned man ; he is the man I should know again. 1 saw•no one in the procession endeavoring to stopthe opposition ■ that was offered me. Iheard but a single shot; Harvey, my deputy, came up to me just before I was shot. 1 saw a man in the Turner uniform strike him with the butt of a gun ; the stickers on the guns looked like long bayonets, there was no bayonet stuck on the front of the gun which was fired at me ; I cannot say that I heard anything given in the tone of a command ; when I was shot, my right side was par -alyzsd; my arm was taken off on the 4th of July, the place is still sore; I hare been of no account since, the wound on my breast where the bullet came out is still open ; I have a wife and child ; I am stilt City Marshal of Covington.Cross examined by Mr. Stevenson:—I think itwas about 6 in the evemncr when Wamock cam«