The following is an extract from Justice Field’s testimony, commencing at the point where Judge Terry rose from his seat at the breakfast table: 

“I supposed, at the time, he was going out to meet his wife, as she had not returned, so I went on with my breakfast.  It seems, however, that he came around back of me.  I did not see him, and he struck me a violent blow in the face, followed instantaneously by another blow.  Coming so immediately together, the two blows seemed like one assault.  I heard ‘Stop, stop,’ cried by Neagle.  Of course I was for a moment dazed by the blows.  I turned my head around and saw that great form of Terry’s with his arm raised and fist clinched to strike me.  I felt that a terrific blow was coming, and his arm was descending in a curved way as though to strike the side of my temple, when I heard Neagle cry out:  ’Stop, stop, I am an officer.’  Instantly two shots followed.  I can only explain the second shot from the fact that he did not fall instantly.  I did not get up from my seat, although it is proper for me to say that a friend of mine thinks I did, but I did not.  I looked around and saw Terry on the floor.  I looked at him and saw that particular movement of the eyes that indicates the presence of death.  Of course it was a great shock to me.  It is impossible for any one to see a man in the full vigor of life, with all those faculties that constitute life instantly extinguished without being affected, and I was.  I looked at him for a moment, then went around and looked at him again, and passed on.  Great excitement followed.  A gentleman came to me, whom I did not know, but I think it was Mr. Lidgerwood, who has been examined as a witness in this case, and said:  ‘What is this?’ I said:  ’I am a Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States.  My name is Judge Field.  Judge Terry threatened my life and attacked me, and the deputy marshal has shot him.’  The deputy marshal was perfectly cool and collected, and stated:  ’I am a deputy marshal, and I have shot him to protect the life of Judge Field.’  I cannot give you the exact words, but I give them to you as near as I can remember them.  A few moments afterwards the deputy marshal said to me:  ‘Judge, I think you had better go to the car.’  I said, ’Very well.’  Then this gentleman, Mr. Lidgerwood, said:  ’I think you had better.’  And with the two I went to the car.  I asked Mr. Lidgerwood to go back and get my hat and cane, which he did.  The marshal went with me, remained some time, and then left his seat in the car, and, as I thought, went back to the dining-room. (This is, however, I am told, a mistake, and that he only went to the end of the car.) He returned, and either he or some one else stated that there was great excitement; that Mrs. Terry was calling for some violent proceedings.  I must say here that, dreadful as it is to take life, it was only a question of seconds whether my life or Judge Terry’s life should be taken.  I am firmly convinced that had the marshal