Arizona republican., 1898-09-23

use It on some wounded unbeliever in
 an indescribable manner, SC that when
 he appeared in the next world he
 should look ridiculous. Every soldier to whom that explanation of the dead
 women with sticks was given changed
 his views as to the pity of their slaugh-
 ter In any case, as the women came
 on with the men in headlong charge.
 and could not be distinguished from
 them, down they went. This slaugh- ter of women was net taken up to any
 extent as a subject by Exeter Hall. owing presumably to the circumstances
 under which they were killed, but it
 was one of the first motives which led commanders in the field in the Soudan
 to become anxious as to the special
 telegrams of the war correspondents
 attached to headquarters
 This slaughter of women was bad enough; but worse remained behind
 the slaughter of wounded men, In these same early battles. before the
 dervish realized, as there is reason to
 believe he did eventually realize, that
 the infidel was, unlike himself, capable
 of humanity, no quarter was universal
 on both sides. For the infidel, or
 course, wounded or not, there never
 was any quarter; no wounded man ever escaped dervish sword CT spear The English troops soon realized this. After the desperate struggle at Mo Neill'S zereba, after the severest of the fighting was over an officer of one Of the regiments was crossing the blood stained enclosure. A wounded der wish who was lying as if dead, seeing the young officer pass near, raised himself on one hand and with the other drew his spear. In a moment the officer lay gasping out his life, and in another moment the dervish received the coup de grace from one of the men. The regiment did not forget the incident. The effect of the dervish mode of attack upon the English regi- ments was remarkable. There could be no severer ordeal for any troops. Incredible though it seemed, these
 men of the desert never hesitated to
 charge with sword and spear. They
 were moved down by the Martini
 Henry rife and by the Gatling guns,
 put those who escaped the deadly hail still came right up to the bayonets, in to the zereba or the square, and there died fighting. But those who were not slam outright, what of them? Was there any mention of the dervish l was not; there, could not be.
 Now, there is no braver, kinder man in the world than the army doc tor. In his extemporized field hospi- tai, often under Q heavy fire, with a hastily thrown up screen of com missariat cases, pack saddles, water tanks or whatever comes handy, he performed miracles; he was ready to minister to the wants of all wounded men. He was anxious to tend and dress the wounded Dervish whenever one might be brought in. But no wounded Deryish ever was. It was as much as any ones life was worth to go near wounded Dervish. He would lie on the ground, glaring about him like wild beast. Approach him, and out came his curved ham-string knife. With it he would make vicious sweeps, any one of which would maim you for life. It is not possible in the terrific stress of Soudan warfare to detail fatigue parties to overcome the resistance of wounded men and bear them to the field hospital Hundreds died Of their wounds as they lay on the battlefield, and those that did not die of their wounds had to be put oua of their misery. Terrible stories are told of this dire necessity. Those know best who have been engaged in battle with the Dervish what happened after the fighting was over, and how the problem of dealing with the en- emy's wounded was solved. In the campaign of 1885 parties of English soldiers, commanded by English cffi- cers, used to go out to kill the wound sd Ons private prodded the helpless body between the shoulders with his bayonet If there was no movement he party went on; if the Dervisl proved alive and squirmed, another private instantly blew his brains out. Tn one case, remarkable for it's inev- table cold-blooded horror, it is said, he troops inside zereba, the night after enc Of the most desperate Of the battle, were driven to madness by the voice of a wounded warrior who lay outside amid heaps of slain. All night ! grcaning cry of Allah! Allah!' .cse into the silent night. Net the fierce, sharp ring of the word when it