The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1896-11-11
HOW LONG, OH LORD

times cudll6uSSo GuO aOLhA1 oOAOh oAH"
the sympathy of mankind. The
blood of heroes has, time and again,
sanctifed the altars of Liberty, and
made glorious the history of the
world. The stories of Spartacus,
Tell and Arnold Winkelreid fill the
heart and set the blood. tingling
through vein and artery. Resistance
to tyranny Is a theme that has been
immortalized in poetry and flowed In
fiery sentences from the tongues of
orators. Its very essence fills the
soul like a sacred song, and those
heroes of all ages stand out vivid and
distinct from the pages of history |
who poured out their blood libation
on the affairs Of Freedom. Our own
country, grown to such magnificent
proportions that it singly might defy
the world, owes It's existence TO those
simple villagers, unknown to fame,
who met the army of the tyrant at
Lexington and sent it bleeding and
broken back to its CITADEL to those
grand men who at Bennington and
Saratoga, at Eutaw Springs and
Brandy wine, amid the ice of the Del
aware, at Trenton, and the snow of
Valley Forge, at the Cowpens and at
Charleston, for eight years amid the
surgings of doubtful and desperate
battle, and facing, barefooted and
hungry, the inactivity Of pinching
winter, knew but one call, "Resist-
ance to Tyranny" but one duty, to
hew out their country's freedom, or
to refuse to survive her enslave-
ment.
Nearly a century and a quarter
have elapsed since these grand men
made freedom possible for US, yet
fresh in the hearts of their coun-
trymen, as though It were but yes
terday, is the memory of their suffer
ings. their heroism and their victory.
Well may we be proud of them! But
how think you these illdstrious dead
would think of US if from the other
shore their knightly spirits might be
recalled? Think you they could be-
lieve we were descended from such
noble sires? Almost on our borders
today a valiant people are struggling
for independence, even as our illus
trious forefathers did. Against the
armed force and determined will Of
parent nation an oppressed colony
lifts its weak, but courageous, hand:
struggling for the tight to live and
to be free; fighting for that justice
which tyranny ever denies; pouring
on the shrine of liberty as gallan
blood as ever flowed through the
azure veins of the one-tlme gloriou.
chivalry of Spain; sacrificing thei
homes, their property, their all, tha
they may lift their eyes to the blue
heavens from the free soil of Cuba
The world has witnessed no NOR
gallant struggle, and it has witnessed
no more culpable cowardliness thai
we of this boasted free America hav
been guilty of. We remain inactiv
while Weyler's bloody butchers mur
der defenseless women and children
almost at our doors; we sit idle
dumb to the pleading outstretche'
hands of womanhood, deaf to tn
agonizing cry of childhood cut dow
by a ruthless soldiery of barbal
GUS government; unmoved at th
heroic conduct of grand men fight
ing for their lives, their libertie
their homes, their wives, their chi
dren-their all.
We may not be murderers, but W
lack little of it, since we might, b
the least effort, put a stop to thes
wholesale murders. Shades of WasI
ington, Marion, Sumpter. Putnam
Greene, and all ye great immort
band of heroes, look down upon vol