The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1898-08-27
COrporal Filing.

Corporal Filing. Of Higginsville, died
Of typhoid pneumonia, at Chiekamauga
Park, Sunday, and was buried there
that night. lie was a son Of Judge
Filing, was a splendid soldier and a
popular young gentleman. The cores
pendent OF the Kansas City star, in
speaking of his burial, says;
The crescent moon was just slipping
over the top o. Lookout mountain last
night when they laid mis- body away
in the National cemetery.
Army regulations were concoc;ed IN
times Of peace to make trouble IN time
of war. This is because there is never
the chance 10 slip around them IN an
emergency. There Is an article IN the
regulations that refers 10 the burial Of
the common soldiers, 1t goes and is
good army stuff, because Secretary Alger
and Adjutant General Corbin have
subscribed their names TO IT, The
United States says in this regulation
that tie dead soldier may have two lum-
Der wagons at his funeral If he has been
good.
Ii was dark last night when two lum-
Der wagons full Of armed soldiers rolled
through the streets. In one wagon
was a long yellow box. They did not
attract much attention because the
people are used TO soldier funerals. At
the undertakerls the regimental parson,
the captain of the dead corporal 5 com
pany and a reporter for The Star joined
the procession. In this fashion, two
lumber wagons, loaded with armed sol
diers and hauled by big, patient Mis-
souri, mules and followed by a riekety
city hack with the officers, passed
through town. AT the gate Of the GEM
eteTy a sleepy Waterman let the process
sion in. The soldiers climbed out of
the wagons. There were nine armed
corporals, the firing squad, six unarmed
%c0Tporals, pallbearers and a dapper
little trumpeter. Inside the gate, the
coffin was taken from the wagon,
shrouded in the Stars and Stripes. The
parS0n led the way. Under the great
trees in the darkness. with the scent of
magnolia and pine filling the air, the
procession marched off with crunching
of the gravel ON the white road. Away
off in a distant part of the cemetery
came three regular vOlleys amp through
the trees the funeral party could see the
flash of the guns. 1t was the burial Of
another soldier.
In the cemetery where 1900 soldiers
of another war are sleeping the air was
calm and sweet. A mocking bird sang
a few sleepy notes. On Missionary
Ridge cleaned a few lights and away
on the other side of the valley flashed
the electric lights about the big hotel
on its crest. All in q row were q half
dozen open graves. They are evidently
looking for other soldiers to die. One
of these was for the brave young corpO-
raj who died OF typhoid fever for his
country. AS his coffin was carried by,
the firing squad presented arms and
took its place at the right OF the grave.
The kindly parson, who nurses, chides,
loves and buries his men, stood ut the
head Of the gave and said a few simple
words about the heroism Of lying in o
disease laden camp and doing one's 0wn
duty without a muTmur. Facing bull
lets, he said, is no hardship. Ills
prayer was short, and when he was
through a corporal said in a low voice:
Ready, aim. fire. The night was cut
with eight streaks OF flame and the
reports rolled away TO I'LL the ears of
sick soldiers lying on their beds outside
the park. Again and again came the
flashes and the reports. Then clearly
and sweetly rang out on the night air
the bugler's TAPS Clear and low as
q bird call he finished aud everyone
turned away and left the dead boy to
sleep with bis soldier brothers in arms.