New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-01-23

fine English weapon. T can get it
easily, and in a tWinkling all will be
over. Here and there I can see some
cartridges. My neighbor did not use
them all. Shall / end or wait? Wait
what? Relief Death? To wait
till the Turks come and strip off the
skin of my wounded feet? I'll rather
kill myself.
No, | must not get discouraged. I
will struggle to the last breath. IF
I be found, shall be saved. Perhaps
the bones are not fractured may
be saved. i shall once more behold
my country, mother, Masha
God, let them remain in ignorance
of the real truth Let them think I
was killed outright. How will they
suffer if they come to know of my
prolonged agonies. My head is diz-
". My journey has completely ex-
hausted me. What an odor! He is
all black. What will become of him
tomorrow? / am compelled to be
here because have no strength to
drag myself away. will rest little,
and then return to my former place;
the wind blows from over there. I
die in utter prostration. The sun
@scorches my face and hand. [ have
nothing to cover myself with / wish
night would set in soon; it will be
the second of my misery. Ny
thoughts became confused and [ for
got myself.
| slept quite a long time, VIXEN I
awoke night had already come Every
thing remained as before, the wounds
ache, my neighbor lies beside me,
huge and immoTable. [ cannot help
thinking of him. Is it possible that
| left all that is SO dear to my heart,
all the near kin to whom am so
strongly attached, and went MANY
thousands of miles, enduring hunger,
exposed to severe cold and suffocat-
ing heat; is it, / ask, possible that
lie here writhing in pain for the sole
purpose ofkilling this wretched Turk?
Have done anything else besides
committing this murder? Murderer
murder-and who? I!
When l first entertained the idea of
going to war my mother and Masha
did not try to dissuade me, though
they cried incessantly. / pitied them,
but being in a bewildered state of
mind | turned away from their tears.
| did not understand then as I do
now how cruelty / dealt by them.
How strangely my acquaintance
regarded my determination to enter
the army, ''Madman,' = they would
say, "you go you know not where,
How could they say that, at the
same time extolling to the skies he
roism, love of ones country and 9th
er such things. They saw that
strove after the virtues they so
lauded, and still they called me
Ssmadman.'
l go to kishinov; a knapsack and
other military Announcements are
put upon my shoulder. go with
many thousands, of whom there are,
however, butia few like me who go
voluntarily.
The shrubs began slightly to shake
IN the morning breeze, and the
drowsy birds futtered; the stars
were extinguished; the dark blue
skies became gray. The third day of
my misery dawned.
The SUN had arisen. The large
disk, divided and streaked by the
branches, is red like blood. It will
be very hot to-day, I think. Neighbor.
what will become ofthee? Thou art
horrible. Yes, he is wholly horrible.
His hair is falling out, his dark skin
turnedpale and yellow; the face has
sWelled to such a degree that it has
burst. A mountain of a body.
What will be the result of to- days
burning sun? To be SO near to him
becomes unbearable! must by all
means drag myself away. Will I be
able to do SO? [ can yet lift my
hand, open the bottle and take a
drink Of water, but have strength
enough to move my heavy body?
All the morning passed in this NOV
ing about. The pain is intense, but
what's it tome? | have forgotten how
the sound in body feel about it. Tt
seems | grow accustomed topain. As
the result OF my mornings toll / find
myself on the old spot, but / cannot
enjoy the fresh air for any consider
able time. Indeed, how can the air
remain pure in theneighborhood ola
body in a state of decomposition.
The wind has changed again and
blows such pernieious odor in my
face that I feel very sick. My empty
stomach contracts convulsively; my
interior is turning topsy turvy.
! am despairing and cry-cry like a
baby.
Exhausted and completely worn
out, | lie almost senseless. Suddenly
does my imagination deceive me?
| think not. Yes, I hear the hoofs of
horses and the speech of men. /
want to cry aloud, but keep quiet.
What if they are Turks? What will
become OF me then2 My pains will be
augmented by fortunes, the descrip-
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