The record-union., 1899-05-06

proud that he was there, room or no
room; and every one of the IL 900 (also
the boys who went as stow aways) was
proud to be in the first great crowd that
started. At night the great search
lights scanned the sea; under their pro-
lection, and amid rumors of Spanish
ships to blow us up, we hurried to the
scene of trouble
Picture Three-"Cervera has sent our
naval commanders word he will not
surrender 1t is night, and silence
broods,-ominous, full of enigmas. In
the blackness tremendous megaphone
voice from Captain Wainwright's ship
rings out. Sail to a point fifteen miles
toward Siboney.' We hear and we
hurry there
Picture Four-"We begin to unload
the transports near the breach of the
raging surf-a terrible task. The trained
cavalry horses are dropped from gang
planks into the sea. What do they do!
They swim toward America, until ~
bugler ashore blows troops and sad
dies, and the trained creatures turn,
swim ashore, and smell the trumpeter,
showing that they know more than
Congressman do about war"
Picture Five-"Our landing parties
are fired upon before we know it. l am
busy caring for them, surrounded by
Cuban patriots, who devour our rations
I discover that Cuban patriot is a
cartridge belt enclosing a voracious APP
petite. I ask, l beg Garcias braves to
help land the wounded. They wiring
their hands and wash them in imagl-
nary water the only kind they ever
use), and say, 'Signor, it is a feast day;
We cannot work'-and all their days are
feast days. The Colonel says, Sky
pilot why don't you swear, as every
body does?' and I reply, For one rea-
son only; am not able to do justice to
the subject That ends it,"
Picture six-"Our men are hemmed
in; there is no retreat, and to the right
is an impenetrable jungle, while ahead
are barbed-wire fences and a trained
army to slaughter them. What do our
men do? They cut down the fences,
swarm the hills drive away superior
forces with yell that would put an
Apache to sleep. And as the Spaniards
retreat, what do our men do? Ladies
and gentlemen, I cannot say-but 1
have a soldiers word He said to me,
Sky pilot, we didn't do a thing to them,
and L have never yet contradicted him.
Picture seven-"Shells are bursting all
around us on July Sd. I get my glasses
and sean the sea; other shells are burst
ing, and 1 discover that the Spanish
gunners are actually hitting the ocean
Then our ships affair begin to fire, and 1
see it all; 1 think they are firing at
blockade runners. l cannot see what
ships are doing the firing, and the eX-
perts can barely tell. 1t is over, and
the captain says, Chaplain, you saw it?'
1 reply, oh, yes; the blockade run
ners.' But he says, No, the destruction
of Cervera's fleet, for I was looking on
one of the greatest naval battles Of all
history and did not know it,
Seventh and closing picture-"Early
on the morning of August 10th, beau
tiful Cuban day, the prov of our ship
turned down tine tortuous channel to-
ward the open sea and we realize that
We We're going home. We passed right
over the stern of the Merrimack, sunk
by HObson and his men, SO closely that
it seemed to me I could have tossed a
pebble into the smoRestack, jutting
from the water of the bay. We ran hard
by the wreck of the Reina Mercedes,
while above US rose the castle of time
stained Ell Moro. Over this historical
citadel no longer the Spanish colors
floated, but in their stead the Star
spangled Banner waived in the glorious
morning air. That flag shall never
agaic witness a sunset, for as day
breaks in the forests of eastern Maine
it is still light in the Philippines, and
th> s,n in his majestic march through
the unbroken day. will never cease to
shine upon that banner which publishes
to all nations the sublime doctrine of
/ the fatherhood of God and the everlast-
ing brotherhood of man"