The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1898-08-11
SAN FRANCISCO. Cal.
LOUISVILLE, Ky. NEW YORK, II. z

but Stin saying that he needed no help,
still anxious to give nobody the slightest
trouble; next day 1 saw him sitting in abe
hot sun at Siboney ten miles further on
he having walked the whole way think
waiting to get to hospital ship-and con-
| Tossing, a last, that he would like to
have a canned peach. He had been shot
lying down, and the bullet went through
his hat scrapng through the skin along
his temple, passed through the palm Of
his hand and lodged in his chest His
name was Crosby. 1 hope he will pull
through, and I'd like him to know that 1
got his canned peach, with a doctors or
der, but that he was on his way to the
ship when 1 got back to his hot resting
place in the sand. Such man and such
spirit has not been hard to find in this
fight
And everywhere men are cautioning US
to beware of the guerrillas, who are in
the trees, adding horror to the scene
shooting wounded men on filters, hospi-
tai men, doctors. Once there was almost
the horror of a panic in the crowded
road. Soldiers answered from the road;
around US; and Wigham, the bridge of
whose nose was still raw from Mauser
bullet which broke the bridge of his spec
tacles, and whose consul was, therefore,
wise, led me, most wiling, with consid-
cradle haste aside into the cactus. Per-
haps they were only spent bullets. as
some still assert, but they whistled from
both sides of the road and were lively
in number, and came near enough getting
both OF us to make US care very little
their previous history. And it was this
way until we got under the trenches.
where there was a horizontal nailstorm
sweeping steadily over our heads And
yet they were not as disturbing as I
thought they would be, so much like
buzzing insects were they; and at the
trenches the Mauser bullet was not un-
musical Really it was not much unlike
the last few bars of a meadow lark's
song when you hear ii at sunset and at a
distance. Now and then a bullet would
have hoarse sound; that meant that it
had rcochted. But when a shell came.
that was hideous. and I could follow one
for several hundred yards with nv eve
Men were lying all about us-Americans
and a few Cubans and Spaniards-pris-
oners wounded, dying and dead One poor
fellow gasped three times at my elbow
gave one deep peaceful breath, and went
as l thought to sleep; but it was his last
sleep.
A little later we crossed the trenches
and went into the captured fort Of San
Juan. 1t was a little more than we'll
fNrtifind
seven dead Spaniards about it. It was
dusk now, but the Spaniards were still
potting at anybody who exposed him
self, but soon even they stopped this. and
the moon rose. and the days battle was
over.
Campfres were lighted on the stormed
hillside and soldiers. in a natural recre-
alton, were cheerily dividing their meagre
radons and cooking supper where. not
not ten yards away perhaps. n dead COM
rade was being put into his grave.
never saw q more peaceful moonlight
night than the night that closed over the
field. Il was hard 10 realize that the day
had not been a terrible dream. There was
a haze Of smoke and one bright fire
around Caney. from which tireless Cnaffee
was already starting his WORKOUT sold
iers on an all-night march by the rear
and to the trenches Of antiago. 1 could
SEQ even the Ill from which Capron sent
out the first shot Of the day The she'll
burst harmlessly and meant nothing but
a signal to fire to the waiting soldiers
around Caney, the Cubans around the
at FL Pozo. But retrospectively now. il
meant the death kneu OF brave men, the
quick cry and long groaning OF the wound
ed, the panied breathing OF the sick and
fever-stricken, the quickened heart-beats
OF the waiting and anxious at home, the
low sobbing Of the women 10 whom fatal
news came. Il meant too. Cervera's gal
liant dash. SIMPSONS great victory, the
fail of Santiago, the freedom Of this is
land, a Quieter sleep for the Maine dead,
and. perhaps. peace WITH Spain