Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1898-09-29

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"I decided to take his advice.
"Not far away was young man
shot through both knees. l had
plainly heard the words, His wound
is mortal, passed around among the
other wounded in hoarse whispers,
and, as l turned my head, l could see
them all looking at me sorrowfully,
and one or two had tears in their
eyes. The surgeon had done all he
could for all of US, and had gone
away on keen run to some othe
group. The young man who had been
shot through both knees painfully
worked his way across to me.
"'I'm stenographer at home, he
said, grasping nv hand and smooth
ing it gently. Let me take your mes
sages for you,
"He searched my pockets, got pen
ell and paper, and I stupidity and
slowly dictated three letters. l am
sure I had no conception Of anything
that had happened since the bullet
struck me until, as he finished the
last letter, he rolled over in faint
with upturned eyes. Then l under
stood my dreadful but unintentional
cruelty and tried to help him. 1
couldn't move. For the first time l
knew that 1 was paralyzed.
1.-THE next I knew, Stepen Crane
and Richard Harding Davis were
bending over me. They found men
to carry me on the tent-cloth to the
field hospital.
Another Of the thousand instances
of unselfshness which I saw on the
battlefield gave me almost as great
shock at the field hospital as the incl
dent Of the stenographer had under the
tree. Trumpeter Casa, who had un-
complainingly helped to carry me in
that tent cloth, had lost two fingers
near the middle Joint, and must have
grasped the canvas with the bloody
stumps.
"From the field hospital to SibOney
was a rough march Of over six miles.
1t was quite dark when we reached
Siboney and joined the group of
wounded to be transferred to the hos
pital-ship Olivette.
"There is one incident of the day
which shines out in my memory above
all others now as | lie in New York
hospital writing. 1t occurred at the
field hospital. About a dozen of us
were lying there. A continual Choir
us of means rose through the tree
branches overhead. The surgeons,
with hands and bare arms dripping
and clothes literally saturated with
blood, were straining every nerve to
prepare the wounded for the journey
down to Siboney. Behind me lay
Captain McClintock, with his lower leg
bones literally ground to powder
He bore his pain as gallantly as he
has led his men, and that is saying
much. l think Major Brodie was al
so there. 1t was a doleful group.
Amputation and death stared its mem
bers in their gloomy faces. Suddenly
a voice started softly;
My country, It's of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
OF thee sing
Other voices took it up:
Land where my fathers died
Land of the Pilgrims pride
"The quivering, quavering chorus,
punotuated by groans and made spas
modic by pain, trembled up from that
little group of wounded Americans IN
the midst of the Cuban solitude-the
pluckiest, most heartfelt song that
human being ever sang.
"There was one voice that did not
quite keep up with the others. 1t
was so weak that l did not hear 1t
until all the rest had finished with
the line,
Let freedom ring.
Then, halting, struggling, faint, it re-
peated, slowly:
-of-the-Pilgrims pride
Let Freedom
"The last word was a woeful cry.
One more son had died as died the
fathers"
This Adam Wanted His Eve.
The Kennebec Journal says that a
Young man was recently taken to a
Lewiston Hospital and suffered the
removal of a rib. When he came to
himself he was told what had been
done and seemed satisfied. Shortly