The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-07-10
SHIPS A SID SIGHT.
DesOIatIon, Ruin Horror and
Death on Every Hand.
CHAOS IN STEEL COFFINS.
MangIsd COrpsss a GreWsOms
Feast for BuzzaIdS.

Rude wooden Cross From the
WreckagN Raised Above the Huge
Pit on the sandy Beach Wherein
Lie in "a Confused Mass, Unnumber-
ed and Unnamed, scores of the
Spanish Dead-FIocks of VuItures
Silent waiting for the Sea to Give
Up It's Dead.
Copyright, 1898. by the Associated Press.
Off Santiago de Cuba, July T. by the AS
ISOLATED Press Dispatch Boat Dauntless,
via Port Antonio, Jamaica, July s, by
Way of Kingston, Jamaica, july S, 1850
.. m-The vessels which composed Ad-
miral Cervera's squadron, converted into
wrecked eharnel houses, are lttering the
Cuban coast, and the scenes of desolation,
ruin, horror and death battle description.
At the entrance of the harbor of San
tiago lies the Reina Mercedes sunk at
midnight, on July 3.
Westward, five miles from the harbor,
is a torpedo boat destroyer, stuck fast in
the rocks, close in shore, and battered by
the surf, Rocks jutting out of the water.
just in front of where she lies, hide her
hull from view. Her dayits and the top
of her coming tower alone mark her
resting place.
Visible from the sea, a few miles further,
in an inlet, embraced by two mighty arms
of black rocks that extend half a mile
into the sea. are the remains of the twin
| cruisers Infanta Maria Teresa ana Al
mlrante Oquendo, formerly the pride of
the Spanish navy.
On beyond lies the Vizcaya, a mass Of
ruins, and a miles away from Santiago
the Cristobal Colon lies helpless on her
sides with her smol1estac1s under water.
The Infanta Maria Teresa and the Almi-
rante Oquendo stand upright, stuck fast
on the rocky shoals
All that is left of them Is their outer
hulls, the heavy arnor defying total ami
hilation. Inside Of them the work of
destruction is complete
Their boilers, engines. bunkers and mag
azines have been blown into unrecogniza-
bic shapes of twisted, melted iron.
Exploded shells, burned rifles and revolv-
ers, pieces of yellow brass work and gold
and silver coin melted by the intense heat
are strewn all over the remains of the
once proud armored cruisers whose protec-
tive decks only stand IN places.
But the most CHASTITY, horrible sight in
those silent steel codins are the mangled,
SCARED and eharred bodies of hundreds
of brave sailors. sacrificed for their coun-
try
Buzzards are feeding off the dead and
others are lowering over the wrecks.
On the beach other focks Of vultures sit
In silence, waiting for the sea to give up
its dead. Every tide adds to the tale Of
horror washing up such objects as. for
instance, a sleeve enclosing a wasted arm,
other portions of humans bodies gnawed
by sharks and countless relics of the bat
tie
Attention has been given to the burial
of the dead of the enemy, and over leo
bodies taken from the ships or washed
ashore have been inferred upon the beach
by Rear Admiral SIMPSONS orders. Those
which now remain are either almost to-
tally consumed by fire. charred beyond
recognition or lie in the depths of the sea.
These form the food of the buzzards, who
keep constant vigil about the wrecks
The buried remains lie in confused
mass, unnumbered and unnamed, in a
huge pit dug In the sandy beach, where
the vessels went ashore.
A rude wooden cross from the wreckagc
alone marks the grave a grave over which
Spain may well mourn.