The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1898-09-01


the hills mount higher and higher, until
merged IN the dark cloud canopied macs
tro (master) mountains, along which ws
coast within a mile of the wave baatoro,
al rock winch forms their base. Later in the
day Guantanamo is passed-the erstwbila
unlmportant point where history has late
ly been made. The name. nv tbe r-,,,
pronounced Wan tan ali mo-with tho az
cent so strong upon the ''tan'' that the two
remaining syllables are an indistinonisb-
able tumble. In its broad inner bay. SEN
arated from the sea by long, narrow strin
OF land between two low promontories. we
saw dozen ships at anchor-men- Of. war
transports. prizes, the Red Cross steamer
Estate of Texas, the ''Resolute. 4" brine
ing down immune nurses, and other SIM.
ply and relief ships in the service of our
army. Then comes the place where our
troops were first landed on Cuban soil
and the dreary hills up which the ROUGH
Riders stormed in the face of Spanish
suns .1uih'u me was neld so CHEAP
during those few stirring but awful DAYS
when the young and strong and ambitious
died with a cheer on their lips. Over
there are the trenches where our hungry
soldiers lay in the rain-where more
precious lives We're yielded up from need
less hardship and exposure than were TAX
en- by the enemy bullets; and somewhere
there is the silent biyouac wherein TWO
thousand mothers boys await the Resnr-
rection morning.
Then comes Siboney, the great fever
camp, where are now 800 patients. But
it is not yellow fever-thank Heaven ,
The mothers at home NAV set their minds
at rest on that. 1t is mostly the local
calentura-an acute malaria, bad enough
to be sure, but which, in the majority of
cases, runs its painful course in a few
days, leaving the patient weak as a baby.
on the road to recovery. There is typhoid
fever, too, and much dysentery: and no
doubt there are some cases of the dreaded
yellow type. Siboney lies IL miles east
of Santiago, connected by railway; and as
| shall visit it in a few days we need say
no more about it at present. Neither
need we waste any space in describing
Moro Castle, after all that has been said
about it in these last few months. To- dav
it is considerably demoralized in the
upper story. Let us hope and pray aud
plead that there be no attempt at recon
structing that antique pile of infamous
history. After the storms and assaults
of three hundred years, to rebuild the
| picturesque ruin on the American plar
would be little short of sacrilege But il
| all probability it will presently be brickeC
and pointed up and freshly painted ant
ma de to look as ridiculous as the modern
houses with the Queen Anne front and the
Mary Anne back, so frequently seen il
our rural districts.
| just around the corner of the More
/ promontory, little way inside the mar
row winding channel, lies what is left o
the Merrimac, just where young Hobsol
sank her; and as the first civilian ship t.
follow him steamed slowly by, every
passenger took off his hat or waved he
handkerchief in memory of that deed o
valor. A little farther on lies the wrecl
of the Reina Mercedes-one of Cevera'
fleet, you know, which put back, hopins
to save herself, when the fire from gu
! ships became too hot on that historic day
The rest Of the Spanish fleet, by the way
lies to the westward of Santiago, scattered
along the coast a distance of 10 miles.
Late in the afternoon we came to anchor
amid a lot of Spanish prizes, gun boats
transports and men Of war In front La
the old city on its sloping hillside. it
towers and steeples all intact, apparent,
not much damaged by our bonn bardment
1t was too late to think of landing, and 5,
we spent another night on ship board
amid a pest of mosquitoes and smell
indescribabie. Strange to say, although
the day had been excessively hot, tn
evening w DIS uucOlllIOlldDly COlU--d 1edlur
of the climate in this part of Cuba which
is no doubt largely responsible for mucl
of the sickness among our soldiers.
The clamor of vesper bells came faintl,
to our ears as we sat on deck, and through
the captain glass we could see the up
hill streets all swarming with soldiers
American, Spanish and Cuban; but non
on board who went to peaceful slumber il
his berth that night had any idea of thu
horrors of war he was going to tind on tn,
morrow-of heart rending scenes tina
would murder sleep for many wear,
night thereafter.
FANNIE BRIGHAM WARD
| Santiago De Cuba In War Time. TIL,
| Horrors of War. Suffering and Death
Due to Somebody's Mismanagement.
SANTIAGO De CUBA, Aug. ), 1898. l
would be hard to find an odder state o