The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-04-20

him Is impossible 1 must move rartn-
or. however / shall have to suffer for it.
But how? am able TO extend my hand
and open the flask, but 10 move my
heavy, immovable body! must, IL it
should take me hours 20 make step.
The whole morning passes in the eff
fort The pain is terrible, but what is
that to me? / have forgotten how IL Is
10 feel we'll have succeeded in reach
ing the old place, but even here / have
the terrible odor of the decaying body,
carried to and fro by the wind. Ii makes
me sick. Ny empty stomach is shrink
ing. am beginning TO feel spasms. Ny
whole interior turns with the teri bio
odor, which does not leave me for a
moment / have reached despair, and
l weep-weep like an infant Exhaust
ed, all torn by the thOrns of tho bush,
/ feel almost unconscious.
Suddenly-is this a mistake-I hear
talking and the stamping Of hoofs.
was going 10 scream, but refrained. II
these should be the Turks Then, 20 my
own suffering, others still greater would
be added. l have heard and read how
the Turks tear off the skin and burn the
wounds. Nothing worse than british
men Will il be better to end life III the
hands of the Turks or here? But if they
should be our men? Oh, these bushes
Why are they SO thicky can hardly see
through theml There is one little place
like window which enables me to see
in the distance There seems TO be the
little brook where we quenched our
thirst in the battle, and there is the big
stone which was our bridge across the
brook. They will surely come this way
My hearing has grown SO weak that
cannot distinguish the language which
they talk. Lord If they should be ours.
1 shall call out They will hear me
from the brook. Why does it take them
so longg Impatience tortures me. do
not even notice the. odor, although it is
increasing, and suddenly Cossacks APP
pear on the other side of the brook. The
blue coats. with red stripes on the trou-
sers, the lances, whole battalion In
| front, on a beautiful horse, the dark Off
Ger. As soon as they had reached the
brook he suddenly commanded:
"Turn-march! -
'For heavens sake, stop! Helpl
Helpl'' / scream, but the stamping of
the houfs and the general noise drown
my rafting cries, and L am not heard.
| Oh, God In my helplessness fall with
my face to the ground and l sob. From
the overturned flask flows the water
my life my salvation from death. After
this lost consciousness, and must have
lain for many hours in this state, till at
last gust of wild blowing the terrible
odor over me brought me 10 my senses
looked at my noighbor. He had changed
beyond expression. The first look at him
nearly frightened me to death. The flesh
had dropped off his face, and, although
had often touched skull, had never
yet seen anything that might have beer
compared to that awful, hideous, bony
smile. / began to shiver when looked
at the skeleton in the uniform with the
bright buttons "This is war"
thought; 1.-THE representation of IT,
Once more the burning sun sccrche'
my face and hands and causes me to fee
thirsty. Not drop of water is left IL
the flask Why did not scream louder.
The Cossacks might have heard me.
Even the Turks would be better than
these pangs. Mother, darling mother
You would tear your hair if You knew
You would curse those who instigated
the war to bring suffering over people
Goodby, mother, sister-alll
Once more the little white dog. Why
did come here? Tomorrow is the hird
day. How many more? Death, where
art thou? Come and take me.
But death does not come. / have still
to live and to suffer. am here under
the burning sun, without a drop OF wa
ter, and the nearness Of the dead body
is poisoning me. The worms have near
ly finished him, and then they will b.
ready for me. The day passes and The
night. The same thing. Another morn
ing and another night.
There is a stir in the branches, apd ;
noise as if they were talking. "Yo,
will die, die, diel" they whisper
"Never see again ~ answer the bushe
from the other side.
From here you can soc them ~ say
loud voice near me.
4
, once. Through the bushes l can see tn
kind blue eyes of lakovlev, our corporal
looking at me.
"Shovelsp' he cried Here are tw'
more. ours and theirs "
"No shovelsl l don't need TO b
buried am alivel" Iwant to call out
!, but my throat is parched, and the closes
lips are unable to utter sound.
, Heavens He is alivei MIR. Ivanotf
Boys, come here Our young carin
(master) is alive Quickly call the doc
tori
Although one of my legs had to b
operated upon, have lived to tell an
,, write of the terrible days I passed o
, the field OF war. Exchange.
Mr.. James Granville, having bough
, out the City dye works of George Ead'