The Saint Paul globe., 1898-07-10

WASHINGTON, July 9.-Sergeant
Ousler, of the regular army, the man
who carried Hamilton Fish to the rear
after the first Santiago fight has ar
rived in Washington to get the COM
mission that was promised him for his
gallant work on that occasion. His
term of service was up several days
before the fight took place, but he
stayed on with his outfit, over time,
in order to be in at the beginning of
the game before the heights of San
tiago.
That story about Assistant Surgeon
Church, the young Washington medico
of the rough riders, who dressed a
fallen mans wound away out ahead Of
the line amid hail of Mauser bullets
has been published, l see,' said Gus
Ter, but the coolness of that young
fellow wasn't even half described.
While he was making an examination
of his wounded comrade paying 10
attention to the whistle of the bullets,
a young private of the rough riders,
who had been a college mate of Church
at Princeton, yelled over to him from
a distance of about twenty feet-ne
was in with half a dozen fellows do
ing sharpshooters work from behind
a cluster of bushes-.o ask how badly
the patient was hurt. The young sur
geon looked over his shoulder in the
Gzrection whence the privates voice
proceeded, and he saw his former
chum grinning in the bushes.
Why, you whe!p!' said Church.
with a comical grin on his face, how
dare you be around here and not be
killed%
Then he went on fixing the wound
ed man, and he remained right there
with him until the arrival of the lit
~ ~ hh hna
In my cavalry outfit there was a
fellow with whom l soidiered out West
four or five years ago. He was a
crack base ball pitcher, and he would
rather play ball than eat, any time.
He got Mauser ball plumb through
the biceps of his right arm early in
the engagement. l never saw a man
so darned mad over a thing in my
life. The wound panied him a good
deal, but 1t wasn't the pain that hurt
him so much. l met him at the rear
after the scrap was over. He had tried
to go on shooting with his carbine, but
he couldn't make it go with his left
hand and arm alone, and so he had
to drop back He was alternately rub
bing his arm and scratching his head
when | came across him.
Hurt much?' ! asked him.
Hurt nothing! said he scowling
like a savage; but did you ever hear
of such luck as this, to get plugged
right in my pitching arm? Why the
devil didn't they get me in the neck,
or somewhere else, anyhow? I'll never
be able 10 pitch another game, I'll bet
81, for these muscles are going to con-
tract when the hole heals up, and he
went on swearing to beat the band
because the Spaniards hadn't let him
have it in the neck, or somewhere
else
riders, an Oklahoma boy, got a ball
clean through his campaign hat, which
was whirled off his head and fell
7 about five feet away from him. He
picked up the hat, examined it care
fully. and said:
"I'l have to patch that up with
sticking plaster, or I'll get my hair
his hair was about the reddest 1 ever
saw.
ROOSEVELT IN IT.
Roosevelt was some place ahead of
the line during the whole scrap, NOV
Ing up and down with word here
and there to the company and troop
commanders. One of the rough riders
from New York rubbernecked after
Roosevelt a good deal and watched him
narrowly, and then he turned to one
Of the men alongside him and said:
And yet, by jing, couple O. years
ago we people in New York didn't
think Teddy knew enough to review a
parade of copsr
There wasn't a single case Of the
yellows during the entire fracaS. There
wasn't a man that tried to edge be-
hind fellow in front of him, and it's
a good thing the skirmiSh was eX-
ecuted in extended order by direct
command, for column formation
wouldn't have done at all. The men
would have made 1t extended order,
anyhow. They all wanted to be in
front, the further in front the better
We had to do a good deal of firing
for general results, on account of the
screen from the shelter of which the
Spaniards fought, but there was some
very brave and chesty ducks on the
other side who stood right out in the
open and blazed away at men in our
line that they picked out deliberately.
These nervy Spaniards got plenty of
credit from our men for their game
sfnall-lool1ing fellow, stood on a little
level plateau, within dead easy range
letting us have it as fast as he could
I load for fully five minutes before he
went down. If he wasn't simply crazy
with the excitement of the game, then
ne surely was ABOUT as game a KID as
they make 'em. He was noticed by
about a dozen men near me, and one
of them said:
That little monkeys too good, and
] guess I'll just let him have one or
two
"Ah, let him alone said another
fellow; there are so few like him in
that bunch on the other side that he
ought to have a show for his taw alley
THE nervy little Spaniard's work
became altogether too accurate and
vicious, however, and he got a volley
from about a dozen of our men, and
he went down in a heap and rolled
down the hill from his little rock-table
like a log.
while there wasn't a single case Of
the yellows on our side, it would be
plain tommyrot to say that none of
us was nervous. I was heap nervous,
for one, and I've been in the outfit a.
long while, and 1 heard a lot of the
roughies say, after the scrap was over,
that they saw the gates ajar in a whole
lot of different colors by the time the
action was fully under way. One of
the roughies, an Illinois fellow that
had to be simply pushed back two or
three times, he was so eager to break
out of the line all by his lonesome and
go at 'en single-flanded, was talking
with one of his friends after the firing
had ceased.
FELT WABBLY.
''T never felt so wabbly In my life,
he said, and it was nothing but pure
Mysteries that kept me going. I had