Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1898-07-01

kept up with scarcely 9 oessat 81 until
after dawn heir dreams were d weird
and blurred congl omen lion &c ahriek
shells and machetes hen awake fhe
reality waa even more awe iinspiirii,,e
&c was one o those sights which are
hall marked on your brain forever and
ever. From the Flremiier llyinR safely
in the stream, you could see those prlaat
hills rising out of i the sea, uperb and
.grewsome, illumined now By the dash
sof q rifle md again BY the search iRht
SSof the Marble ead long incandescent
snake which crept carefu lily along every
inch OF ground and every mound #of
3ohaparral every Is minutes. Later the
moon came up and lent the scene
creepiness and uncertainty which were
all its own. N s d.
81 Bnt 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 q Spanish bullet had reached
him, and they were carrying the bodies
Of Sergeant Smith and the two priyates
up the hill on litters. All three were
hightfully 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 enc.
my and knowing escape to be impossi-
bic, drowned himself in the lagoon.
81 Half past 10 was the hour set for the
funeral. Four graves were dug on the
hide Of the hill, and Chaplain Jones Of
the Texas hurried on shore to of6ciate.
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 #oere-
mony. As many marines as could be
spared from work on the trenches 400
out of the entire go 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, II
am the resurrection and the life,',''
when from that same old second ridge
Of hills there came volley of musketry
which brought every marine to atten-
ton in a 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
ready, one eye on the enemy, the other
on the open graves. At the sound Of the
second volley Chaplain Jones shifted his
position slightly SO that the mound of
newly turned earth came between him
and the enemy, but his voice never fall
tered for an instant, and, although the
bullets battered hot and fast around
him, he read the service calmly and
reverently to the end. :.;.n
:. Later on that day and during the day
following there were far more thrilling
events than any which had gone before.
There was q hot fight at nightfall, in
which II Spaniards were killed on the
beach BY a single shell. The Marble
head and Dolphin turned seward and
shelled the outlying hills, while in the
harbor the Spanish fire on the dispatch
boats became so fierce that the Texas
had to come to their rescne with her
guns. But, looking back at this close
range upon the last four days at Guam
tanamo, the picture which Stands out
clearest on the mind is those open
graves, the marines at full length rev.
erently chanting z"Our Father while
their guns spat at the. enemy; Dewey,
the marines mascot mongrel pup,
perched on the earthworks, wagging his
unfedged tail most unconcernedly, and
full in the sunlight the tall, strong fig
ure Of Chaplain Jones as he chanted
sonorously, "Man that is born Of won.
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