The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1898-06-30


boat that Saturday highland the,
were not many, for the firing ON shor'
kept up with scarcely cessation unit
after dawn-their dreams were weirC
and blurred conglomeration of shrieks
shells and nachetes When awake. tn,
reality was even more awe inspiring
1t was one of those sights which are
hall marked on your brain forever and
ever. From the Premier. lying safely
In the stream, you could see those great
hills rising out of the sea, superb and
grewsome, illumined now by the fash
of rifle and again by the searchlight
of the Marblehead-a long incandescent
snake which crept carefully along every
inch of ground and every mound of
chaparral every Is minutes. Later the
[ moon came up and lent the scene a
creepiness and uncertainty which were
| all its own.
But it was not until the sun was up
that all the horror of war was realized.
When the reporter arrived at the camp
again, they were carrying in dead bod
les. The body of Surgeon Gibbs, who
had been the jolliest fellow in all the
camp the day before, lay in his tent,
where a Spanish bullet had reached
him, and they were carrying the bodies
of Sergeant Smith and the two privates
up the hill ON litters. All three were
frightfully mangled, and one of the ma
rines, who seemed most shocked at the
Spaniards brutal work, on the follow
ing night, when surrounded by the ene-
my and knowing escape to be impossi-
bic, drowned himself in the lagoon.
Half past 10 was the hour set for the
funeral. Four graves were dug ON the |
side of the hill, and Chaplain Jones of |
the Texas hurried on shore to officiate. |
The bodies were wrapped in shrouds, |
from which their bare feet showed The |
body of Surgeon Gibbs, who was shot
within the lines, was the only one
which had boots on. The Spaniards had
stripped the other three of every rag.
There was time for very little cere-
mony. As many marines as could be
spared from work OH the trenches-400
out OF the entire 610 perhaps-grouped
themselves about the graves and uncov-
cred. Few tears were shed, but every
man looked grim. The strong voice of
the chaplain had just started the first
lines of the Episcopal burial service, ~
am the resurrection and the life,"
when from that same old second ridge
If hills there came volley of musketry
which brought every marine to atten-
ION in q trice. There was no scene.
Most of the men fell into line and
marched TO the trenches Immediately.
The others sank down ON the grass,
where they had their rifles cooked and
eady, one eye on the enemy, the other
n the open graves. At the sound of the
econd volley Chaplain Jones shifted his
'osition slightly so that the mound Of
ewly turned earth came between him
nd the enemy, but his voice never fall
cred for an instant, and, although the
ullets battered hot and fast around
i'm, he read the service calmly and
everently to the end
Later on that day and during the day
there were far more thrilling
vents than any which had gone before.
here was hot fight at nightfall, in
7hich 7 Spaniards were killed on the
each by single she'll The Marble
cad and Dolphin turned seaward and
lclled the outlying hills, while in the
arhor the Spanish Ere ca the dispatch
oats became so fierce that the Texas
ad TO come to their rescue with her
TINS. But, looking back at this close
inge upon the last four days at Guam
'namo, the picture which stands out
earest on the mind is those open
raves, the marines at full length rev.
'ently chanting "Our Father" while
ielr guns spat at the enemy; Dewey,
re marines mascot mongrel pup,
erched on the earthworks, wagging his
nfiedged tail most unconcernedly, and
Ill in the sunlight the tall, strong fig
re Of Chaplain Jones as he chanted
MAN that is born of WON.
4. New York Sun