The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-05-15

in the most generally accessible place and
furnished with letter paper, pen and ink,
tables and chairs, camp directory, and
various other conveniences for the free
use of the milltiamen, is little frequented
because of the strict discipline. that keeps
the men in their regimental quarters. The
workers busy themselves now with al
tending to the pleading instructions of
mothers, who are fearful for the effect OF
the corrupting influences of camp life on
their sons, and anxious that they shall be
well within the safeguards of the associa-
ton: Each day brings it's several letters
of this kind, and every request is complied
with as best it can be, and without delay
Packets OF religious literature are also sent
from many parts of the state to the asso-
citation tent for distribution among the
men of designated companies. Yesterday
a package of New Testaments came from
a town in the interior of the state. THE
names of the men are written in the
books" the letter that accompanied IL
read. please give the parcel to any one
IN the company, and it will be sure to be
all right"
In odd tents here and there down the
long line of company streets little
taps, and sing hymns and have chap
ter from the Bible read to them by one
of their number. All is done in an in
congruous environment, and in a matter
of-fact way that is characteristic of the
doings of the camp, but one might say, in
all sincerity. In the tent of the first ser
geant of separate company, last night
when tattoo sounded, there were a dozen
men squatted or stretched out on the
efp nv a
Pickering light of a lantern that hung sus-
pended from the inclined roof of the tent
above the table, a spread-out poncho. -Four
were writing home, and two were lying at
full length with their Blankets about them
sound asleep. When the last note of the
bugle had died away, the sergeant threw
his cards on the table.
HUH" he said, as the reporter recalls
his words. That's the third time in sue
cession I've had three of kind beaten
There goes the bugle! Pass over the Bible
Jack; its in the desk by the bottle. Wake
up, George, we're going to sing"
While Jack was rummaging for the
Bible. some one began 10 hum There's a
land that is fairer than day." and the
music soon swelled into chorus. All lay
down as their sense OF comfort dictated
Talk about your hard luck began
one of the card-players, when the hymn
had been sung to the end.
"Twenty-third Psalm" interrupted the
sergeant, in cing-song voice. He was ly-
ing fiat on his back, holding the nttle
book above him, close TO the light The
Lord is my shepherd, 1 shall not want,
he continued. He"
rs Case in there?" called some one
from the outside.
"Here," answered Case.
Your brothers got a chill. He wants
10 borrow your whisky"
who are you?"
"Oh, for heavens sake, give II to him
whoever he is" said the sergeant Let's
get on with the chapter" So the bottle
was handed out. and the reading con-
tinued.
In the next ten crowd of good fellows
were roaring inharmoniously:
ITO Cuba we win go,
To Cuba we will so
To avenge the Maine, 1 told you so.
To Cuba we will co.
The song was taken up In tent down
the street a way, and again in another to
the front. The sergeant's voice was lost
in the singing; for the chorus swept
through the regiment, and could be heard
from distant points long after the men
who had started it were quiet
''Put the book back" said the sergeant
when the reading was done
wen play a round of jack-pots and go
to bed. start song some one." Then the