The commotion brought a neighbor, William J. Chalmers, who folded his coat under Harrison’s head. Harrison told him he had been shot over the heart, but Chalmers did not believe it. There was too little blood. They argued. Chalmers told Harrison he had not been shot over the heart. Harrison snapped, “I tell you I am; this is death.” A few moments later his heart stopped. “He died angry,” Chalmers said, “because I didn’t believe him. Even in death he is emphatic and imperious.”
