The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1898-07-13

to 60 out aud bring him. A steward
from the Red Cross society and the
New York Sun correspondent went with
them. Mr.. Crane, who had been in the
battle earlier in the morning, led the
way 1t was q scorching day, and the
8 ~ mile climb over the rugged hills
which roll away to within a couple Of
miles of Santiago made the two fat men
in the company blow hard. A narrow
road, scarcely more than bride path,
led to the field hospital, which had
been extemporized about 100 yards in
the rear of the battlefield.
Marshall and dozen wounded SOL
diers lay on the grass. While still some
80 feet away Marshall recognized the
voice of one Of the men in his party and
called out quite loudly: 'Hello, old
man! This is funny place for us to
meet. Last time saw you was in Lon
don, at the queens jubilee" AS he said
this no raised himself slightly on one
arm, and we saw that he was putting
away at cigarette. Seeing this, it was
hard to realize that Marshall was dan
gerously wounded man. A sight of his
wound, however, changed that opinion.
As tho. men placed Marshall on the
litter aslight Jolt was unavoidable. The
wounded man at once went off into
fit, which lasted about liS minutes.
Two Of the men held him down until
tho agony was over. A touch of NOR
phine revived him quickly. and the pro-
cession started ccastward, with Mar
shall apparently quito himself again,
pulling away at still another cigarette.
AT this point the correspondent left to
go on to the rough riders camp, mile
farther on. 1t was agreed that no would
teryiewing Colonel Roosevelt.
II took 80 minutes to catch up with
the party, but il seemed like ton years.
Marshall was sleeping under the effect
of another opiate, but as we changed off
at the litter he woke and had another
terrible spasm. When he was quieted,
no began to sing 1.-The Banks of the
Wabash. This sounds, know. like an
extract from Rhoda Broughton novel,
butit is true mono the less. For nearly
half an hour; as we dragged the litter
along, Marshall kept repeating the
chorus of this song over and over.
When he finally stopped, we could SEQ
that either his pain or his morphine,
perhaps both, had made him delirious.
He clutched Mr.. Coffin by the hand.
"Coffin,' he cried "Im on the city
desk tonight, and we've got to beat tho
town on the story of this fight. Between
it and the story of my falling down that
coal hole and breaking my back ought
to make great paper tomorrow. Have
a hansom waiting for me on the beach,
and wo'll drive down to Guantanamo
and knock the devil out Of the other fell
lows tlN
At tho end Of the fourth milo the two
rolored callers, who had trampcd all
the way in their barc feet, collapsed.
The Rcd Cross man and the correspond.
cnt decided that the best thing for them
to do was 10 hurry on 90 camp secure
moro help end whisky and get back az
soon as possible. Bronson Rea supplied
the bottle Of whisky, and Mr.. Dunwid-
die and bis soldiers volunteered 20 go
out with ms and help carry Marshall
down the hillside. q steep slant of fully
bali mile. In the meantime an officer
of one CT the colorcd regiments ON picket
duty hl-d met the party struggling along
about a milo aud half out. He immo-
diotcly ordered six stalwars negroes to
carry the litter
At O'Clock we reached the railroad
shed, which had been turned into tenn
porary hospital, aud found IL crowded
10 the doors, but IN almost fetal dark
ness Three candles were all the light
that the surgeons anil Red Cross men
had o. work by. There wasn't even
torch. AS We carried Marshall in and
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