The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1899-04-04
n NHrIoN'S GRIM z.

n NHTIONS CHM <.
The American, published a
Philadelphia, evidently does no
like the course pursued by Uncle
Sam in the Philippine Islands, as
the following poem would indi
cate
1.-THE rebels were moved down like grass
Manila dispatch, Feb. 10.
we moved them down. like the summer grass
In jungle depths and wild morass,
On verdant plain, in the forest glade;
bold was the charge our warriors made
In that isle of the Oriental sea,
Profaning the name of liberty.
There, in the light of a peaceful morn.
Fair as the day when the earth was born,
Lay the sunny shores OF that tropic isle,
Whose hills on the happy valleys smile.
While the winds that waved the forest plumes
Borrowed the breath Of the orchid blooms.
Around it wide swept the dimpled seas,
Meeting the kiss of the spicy breeze.
Their tenderest touch the shore caressed.
LING NhlAu ~ . AAAObhSA OASN9hi
Murmuring soft as the arching skies
Reflected lay in its azure eyes.
Her dusky children, the island Ger,
Rejoiced that the Spaniard ruled no more,
With rapture only the brave can know,
Loosed froza the clutch of q cruel foe.
When they like heavenly vision, see
A hope and promise OF liberty.
Never had shone the radiant skies
With such a halo of Paradise;
Never had seemed their mother earth
So beautiful since her natal birth.
For faith was fervent and hope was high,
Gods freedom day was drawing nigh.
The father told TO his listening band
The tale of their loved and native land,
And the warrior kissed his dusxy bride
| In their humble home by the river side;
The mother, blessing her stalwart son.
Rejoiced that the reign of peace had come.
Fair in the light OF that Saturday
Lay the smiling shores of Manila Bay.
But, alas The Sabbath morn looked down
Over bleeding plain and burning town.
For our army guns and navy she'll
Joined in fusilade hot as hell.
There in the trenches, stir and cold.
Where their empty shells the story told.
Lay the van OF that patriot band
Martyrs for freedom and native land.
While forest fastness and fertile plain
Drank the rich life blood of the slain.
The women fed, with their mangled child,
from the flaming hut to jungle wild.
While famished babes found their only rest
On a mothers cold and bleeding breast.
Hundreds of women and children fell,
Moved by our warships' bursting shell.
We moved them down like the meadow grass
In jungle wild and the deep morass,
And wailing winds swept the forest lone,
Heavy with many dying moan.
While the living shuddered to know the end,
vainiy seeking for home and friend.
But not alone, IN that distant isle,
Doth sorrow her lonely watch beguile.
In many home waits an open door
For their beloved who come no more.
All many the hearts that ache today
For loved ones lost at Manila Bay.
Here Liberty sits and mourning, waits
Dy Il TScNOuu OoAlCo oIu OOAbS0 SbNOof
And Truth lies humbled and Justice weeps
Ger the grave where nations honor sleeps
While growing clouds In our eountry's sky
Portendeth retribution nigh.
The above author is undoub
edly a deep American sympatl
izer of the Filipinos, and pou
forth his wailings in great b
/ Jumps. The rebels as body,
5 course are too ignorant to kno
; of Americas great power, bl
: their leader-Aguinaldo, is
person of education and in hi
> they have placed all power al
confidence, and we believe ;
/, soon as he is killed or capture
/ the war will end. Uncle Sa
a did all in his power to lift up IL
poor 6eluded race, but this trai
or leader would not have it tn
1 way, but plunged his people in
e war without the least hope
: success. He knew of the wo
derful strength of the Unite
e States, but he lead his ignoral
T. savages into a contest that h
I proven a sad blow to the rebel
q We have lost many brave DO,
/. from disease and bullets, b
= nothing in comparison to Il
;. rebel loss. Yes, 1--WE move
: them down like grass" v
a have very little sympathy f
Insurgents, and none whatev
!. for their leaders. Our India
! have as much honor in war
E the average Filipino.