The age-herald., 1898-07-06
SAD MEMENTOES
 OF BATTLEFIELD Package Addressed Mrs. A. K. Capron, Fort Sill, Oklahoma. SOLDIERS CAMPAIGN HAT Together With a Pair of Captains Epaul-
 cites and Pocket Book.
 BEING SENT TO OFFICERS WIDOW Will Tell the Broken-Hearted Widow the Cruel Story of a Soldiers Death.
Will Tell the Broken-Hearted Widow the Cruel Story of Soldiers Death.
BRAVE CAPTAIN ALLEN K. cAPRoN
He Died As He Lived-A Fearless, Noble American soIdier-Account of How He Met His Death Among
 the Cuban Hills.
Corresponcence of the Associated Press. Copyrighted by tho Associated Press.

Copyrighted by tho AssOciateu fress'
 Port Antonio, June 29.-A small parcel containing a soldiers campaign hat, pair of captains epaulettes and a pocketbook, went out from here in the United States mail today. It was one of the first sad mementoes of the battlefield near Sevllla. The package was addressed to Mrs. A. K. Capron, Fort Sill, Oklahoma, U. S. A, and when it reaches the little garrison home on the plains fortnight hence, it will tell to 6 broken-hearted woman the cruel story of a soldiers death. The articles were those worn by brave Captain Allyn K. Capron, who commanded Troop L of the Rough Riders in their heroic assault upon the Spanish outposts.
 No message accompanied the parcel. The soiled gray hat and the blood-stained epaulettes will tell the story of death, and the pages of American history will tell the sorrowing widow the story of her soldier husbands heroism. The articles in the parcel were taken from Captain Caprons body after his death and sent here to the United States consul, Snyder. by one of the dispatch boats.
 When they reached the consul they were wrapped in such fragments of paper and cloth as could be picked up about the field hospital and tied with a wire. With the care and tenderness of a brother, MT. Snyder put them in secure package, care- fully folding the hat about the epaulettes and pocketbook and sent them forward under the seal of the American consulate.
 Died as He Lived
 Captain Capron died as he lived-a fear less, noble American soldier. Even when a Spanish bullet had pierced his body and ha crPaOinQ his features, he smiled at his comrades about him, telling them calmly to leave him where he lay and go on with the fighting None but those who passed through it will ever know the hardships, the pain the final fury and triumph of that morning march before the fight All was new 10 the Americans. But a few hours before they had left the quiet of the great transports, had been hurriedly crowded into the small boats and landed through the foaming surf. One nights sleep on the heated beach and then with daybreak came the order to march into the mountains and drive back the Spanish outposts which the Cubans had reported to be in the thickets few miles back from the coast. There was no delay, no questioning, no faltering. Every man was ready. On they marched up the mountain. It was perilous and slow. They had only a trail to follow and that at times led over rocks tfFat bruised their Ieet, ana through lnlCketS WHICH lell DlOOU stains and swollen places upon their faces and hands. The sun poured down upon them. Canteens were soon drained and blankets and outer clothing were cast off. Lips parched with thirst asked cheerful ly for just one swallow from comrades canteen. With each step forward the heat grew more intense. All along the trail there were cool shady spots, where the great palms grew thickest, but the men did not stop there On they went through the burning heat. Now and again a sturdy fellow staggered for a moment and sank down under the terrible exposure. Hurried- ly he was carried to a shaded place and left to recover while the column was mov. d briskly forward.
 storm of Spanish Bullets
 Then like a sudden dash of rain from a tropical sky came the storm of Spanish bullets. Flashes in the green thicket, like the glow of fire-flies in the night, was all our men could see. In front of them and to the left the Mauser rifles cracked and the thicket was aglow with death flashes. It was then Captain Capron with his brave little band from Troop L dashed forward into the very hiding places of the Spaniards. It was an awful hour. Burning with thirst and sunheat. pressing on through swarm of hissing bullets. bruised by rocks and torn by cactus thorns, they fought like madmen.
 Only once during the battle was there the slightest sign of wavering or even hesita- tion, and that was the moment when Cap tain Capron sank mortally wounded. With a revolver in his right hand firing and load ing, he had been pressing in advance of his men, talking to them constantly and urging them to move rapidly. There had been a brief Hull in the firing from the thicket and Captain Capron was calling to his men to push forward. He was standing erect and was in the act of Nloading his revolver to
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