The times., 1898-09-25
HER0ISM IN HOSPITALS
Instances Of Devotion to Moral
Duty at the Front.
NOBLE SELF SACRIFICE
Men Forgot Their Own Sufferings I'm
Mfnisferfng TO Others, Until They.
Too. Succumbed-Tears Greeted
the Immortal Song of "HOme,
Sweet Home--Fear of yuItures.

Santiago, Sept. 2.-This has been a
particularly trying day, to both patients
and nurses. While several of the men
are at deaths door and many others far
too i'll to be moved, a number of con-
Talescents are openly rejoicing in the
promise of speedy departure.
1t cannot be denied that the happiness
of the fortunate ones adds a deeper tinge
OF blue to the homesickness of their COM
rades who have no such bright prospects
in the near future.
Yet more unselfish mortals were never
met than these soldiers of Uncle Sam.
An example of this is the young lieu
tenant from northern Michigan, who oc-
cupies a cot in the hospital corridor. and
whose minutes On earth are numbered.
He came through the battle unscathed,
though weakened. of course, from its days
Of hunger and hard experiences. After
ward. like all his company. he had the
fever'-out in camp where the men were
lying on the rain-soaked ground. alter
nately sweltering at MONDAY, drenched
in the afternoon downpour. and shiver-
ing with cold at night.
4its AAdA ith Aoe- AASeA-As NA-SN-c--
TO go around by close crowding. but no
cots. and in most cases not even a
blanket, the men having been compelled
10 throw away their kits before the fight.
No wonder that for days together only
two men out of a regiment were able to
report for duty.
An overworked army surgeon made oc-
casional rounds. but his only medicine
was quinine, and for men dying Of dysen-
tery there was no food but the usual
beans. bacon. and hardtack. II would
have required the entire time of a strong
man to satisfy the demands of the fe-
yered for water, the nearest well being
half mile away.
This young lieutenant and the chaplain
of his company did heroic service, for
getting their own sufferings in the care
of others. spending their last penny 10
procure necessaries for needier comrades,
writing letters home, taking last mes
sages for distant loved ones, and closing
the eyes of the dying.
The chaplain read the burial service for
eighteen men in one day-an of them his
personal friends. Shortly afterward hi:
own turn came TO join the silent ma
jority, and now the young Lieutenant i:
dying.
4 Rough Rider Hero.
Another hero in the same row, who ii
slowly recovering from a dreadful wount
received at FL Caney, is best introduced
TO you in the words of DR.. Winfield Egan
the Red Cross surgeon, from Boston. Sail
he: Mr.. George Kennen and | wer'
tramping over the field thirty-siX hour
after the battle doing what We could Il
relieve the agony Of men who yet La.
where they fell, unattended through tn
long. hot days and longer nights. Tn
handful of army surgeons were working
like Trojans in their imprOvised hospital
mics away, but the field was a very bi;
one and their force woefully insufficient
Among the wounded / recognized
former college chum-a young New York
er who might draw his check any da.
for several hundred thousand dollars
shot through the body and writhinI
with pain, he lay in the wet grass, with
out even a blanket; il was raining in tor
rents and chilly night was coming on-th
third night after the battle. manages
TO secure d rubber poncho Uhe modes
doctor did not say that IL was his own
and spread il over my wounded friend.
No. no. said he, take it to that poo
fellow over there. ! am only hurt-he /
dying.
.'Obeying his earnest request. we lef
him uncovered and took the poneho {
the man indicated. The latter was a pri
vate soldier, whose throat had been ploW
ed open by a Mauser bullet. During tn
first twenty-four hours his pleadings 70
water agonized all within hearing
There was no water a hand had am
of his suffering comrades been able L
give it to him. Now his cries had sub
sided TO low means, and life was almos
extinct. When we bent over him with
eanteen Of the long-desired water he wa
past swallowing. and died with a crate
ful smile while we were bathing the poor
swollen throat. And still my friend re
fused the poneho, but insisted that it wa
more needed by a stripping of nineteen
who lay near. crazy as a loon and bah
bling of home and mother
j am happy to add to DR.. Egan's ac