New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-01-23
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the officer turned in his saddle and
gave the command:
I'LL trot, march, march!
Stop, for heaven 'ssake, stop; help,
help, brothersF I cried with what
strength there was left in me, but the
stamping Of the hoofs, the CHATTER OF
sabers and the loud talk of men rose
above my rattling voice. They do
not hear me.
Great Godl Exhausted fall on
the ground, with my face downward.
From the overturned flask runs out
the water, my lite, my hope, the only
thing that can delay the visitation
of death. / become aware of it when
there is not more than half a glass
left.
I am quite stunned after the terri
BILE event. lie motionless, with my
eyes half closed. The wind changes
and bringsnow and then breath OF
pure air. My neighbor becomes terri
BILE beyond all description. Once
WhenI looked upon him I become
terror stricken. There was no face
to be seen. This skeleton in a uni
form, with bright and shining but
tons, made me shudder. 'sThis is
war-here is it's personifcation,s
thought.
The sun scorches as before My
hands and feet are burned. / drain
the remaining water. Though decid-
ed to drink a little at a time could
not withstand the temptation. Why
did / not call at the Cossacks when
they were so near me? Even if they
were Turks it would be better. ]
would have to suffer one or two
hours the most; this way / don't
know how long I'll have to drag such
a miserable existence. Dear, dear.
mother.
But thou and Masha will never
know of what have endured. Fare.
!! well, mother; farewell Masha, my be-
loved bride; farewell Oh, how pain
full, how bitter.
Again the little white dog. The
cur has suffered only one day and l
endure these three long weary days.
| Tomorrow will be the fourth, then
| the sixth Death where art
thou? Come, come and embrace me.
But death does not come. must,
in spite Of myself live and suf
fer. And / lie thus unprotected
from the scorching rays OF the sun,
| Withouta drop Of water to refresh my
infamed throat. And the body?
Myriads of worms creep upon it,.
How they swarm! When it is con-
sumed by them and there will remain
| nothing but bones and uniform, then
they will feast upon the body.
The day passed, the night invent by.
The morning has dawned. The te-
dunn continues. Another day is
passing eternity The shrubs shake
and rustic as if they would talk to
each other. Thou wilt die, die, die,
they murmured. Thou wilt not see,
see, see, the bushes of the other side
respond.
'.You cannot see them here,'' is
loudly heard near me / shudder, and
all at once l come to myself. Two
kind eyes of Yakowleff, our Yefreitor,
gaze on me.
Here, fetch spades; two more: one
of ours and one of theirs"
"You need no spades, don't bury
me alive-I live yet" This [
want to cry, but the words
die upon my lips, and but a feeble
groan escapes my scorched lips
"My God, he lives; our Carin Ivan
oW lives. Bows. here! Our rarin lives.
call the Doctor"
| In an instant they pour water and
something else into my throat. Then
everything disappears.
They are carraing me. The litter
swings. lie either awake or in ut
ter forgetfulness. The dressed
wounds do not pain me; something
pressibly comfortable is ditfused
through my whole body.
Stop, let the litter down. Sailors,
fourth relieve, march. Take hold!
Lift March,
1t is Peter Ivanovitch who gives
the orders. He is a hospital officer,
a tall, thin and very kind man. He
is SO tall that when I turn my head
in his direction / can see his shoul-
ders, though the litter is carried by
four stout soldiers.
"Peter Ivanovitch, 2 / whisper.
What is 1T you want, golubehick?''
| (dovey).
"Peter Ivanovitch, what did tbs
doctors say?
Will die soon?''
"What an idea, Ivanow. You will
not die. All your bones are sound.
Very happy escapenot asingle bone
broken, not a muscle severed How
did you manage to live these three
days? What did you eat?''
Nothing"
Had you water to drink
& drank the water from the bottle
of the Turk. Peter Ivanovitch 1
cannot speak any more now. After
ward. =
AL right, golubchick, sleep alittle.
A r c1oo r