The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-02-26
PRIVATE SIxSPoT'S MILK
4 REGUBIR,s RULE ILLUsTRATED BIZ
ITS EXCEPTION.

and One of tho consequences thereof.
Il was the evening OF Saturday. July ?. The
American troops were hanging to the top OF
San Juan ridge with their teeth and finger
nails. In the shallow trenches along the top
OF the ridge one detail OF men was waiting.
rifles In hand, for an expected attack on tho
part Of tho Spaniards. IntermiKed with them
another detail. with picks and shovels. was
deepening the trenches. And on the hillside
10 the rear OF these the support was taxing o
two hours' sleep before doing another trick on
the hilltop. The men In the trenches we're Of
the 'Steenth Regular Infantry. The support
was a volunteer regiment Worn out by the
fighting OF the day before. a night passed with
nick and shovel and still another day under
FIRE. the volunteers we're sleeping the sleep OF
complete exhaustion.
Suddenly there was q rife shot from far In
advance OF the American lines. Then there
was another and another. Then half q dozen
In rapid succession. followed by scattering
shots here and there. Before the echo OF the
first shot had died away the men OF the dig
cling detail had thrown aside shovels and
picks and grabbed rifles and were wedEed in
between the men OF the fighting detail. filling
the shallow trenches to their utmost capacity.
A moment later soma one ordered tho entire
support into the trenches. The volunteers
ran over the hilltop only to find the trenches
packed like sardine boxes. In this extremity
they stretched out on their faces Just back of
them. There we're more scattering shots
and the sound Of men coming toward the
American lines on q run. Tn click-click OF
rifle sounded here and there In the trenches
and back OF them, and then a volunteer heard
. familiar voice Just in front OF him.
Hold MINI It said In a penetrating hiss.
wait for tn orderl Thot do be tn ~outposts
comm inl"
There was the click OF a rife magazine In
the ranks back OF the trenches and the speak
er turned his head. displaying the countenapce
OF the volunteers friend, Private Sevenspot Of
the 'Steenth.
For tn love av mercy. lads" he said. don't
FIRE or yen slaughter us. Phwy don't ye slide
back a yard or 30 into tn sunken roadway.
phwere YEN have a bit av Govern An don't
fire. lads! Lave thot to usl"
Then spying his volunteer friend In the
crowd. Sevenspot pushed heavily against the
man on his left. making a narrow space in the
trench beside him. Poking the volunteer with
his rife butt he whispered:
Here. ladl Av We want a isht In tn fun,
slide inl Thot's right TITS aisier shootin'
ba.k, than lynn could under fire. ANYWAY.
Putt down thot antique cannon an take this
Krag. 1t belongs to me bunkie. phwat's gone
on a wather detail. Here's an exthra Garth
ridge belt"
While he talked the scattering shots con-
tinued and the bullets from the advancing
Spaniards began to buzz and sing. A half
dozen men from the outposts fell painting over
the dirt heap In front OF the trenches and rolled
down exhausted. and some OF them bleeding
from wounds. upon their comrades. The
Mauser bullets were Whispering little mes
sages OF hate all around. Then from lip the
line toward the captured Spanish lighthouse
Now: lad! Fire Ct will An Are low!
close up! 'Tis hard on a rifle. An fire lowl"
The American, lines became a thousand
one. The din was dealening; away or to the
left one regiment was firing, by volleys, but all
o s9' the Rsla trsRs q t tits l1ae s TAX sfI a W e Ei SoI Bssf
with barred sword. erect as a ramrod his head
hh hi ,, Up am hanG the the Leads leadehb a. b Eant As
Fire low. men: fire low! Pull down with
Irregular who had got a sprig Of tall grass
e en1iln; ed IN IT. The Ha %Psgaz M nen OF his Rra a began nIap
i GU QUIT. lie VI IL INTO too biz AZ hurry nST to d do /, phhE im.
ade to tap him lightly with Ms sword and say:
shot is worth ten high onesI Keep cooIi!""
how many minutes the attack lasted proba-
i. But. while it did last the, Vest Pointer re con-
tingsd his parade Just back OF the trenches
A A5If tSiIeTS s 4 S,t ,SGss adm Iov,t And n d, fire !9Sw " stood
e. hiT IN rs Is he LAM Eo@ aid s !i5s him. h1 IheR the
BEGAN 70 loot again. The West Pointer went
.:Ceass firing, mem Cease aringy'
The Are slackened, but did not altogether
s sss9p; sad ne s1o Sam and e ak uO the line with
A ABllGd tE E"aFFi e eye 3; ,rI !. said f sSa sr frin !fnnn.,
for ten ticks OF a clock. Then off m the laft
there was one shot and then two and then
three. Then the regiment that was firing by
yolleys cut loose again and the men of the
, SStierInE Eo!ks sTi the on lev SsaiS Of their bsg.R Rr "a sn "nd
Swyrd proddsd some of the men and saia:n as
blew I'VE aP ailg lie f Whistles les snote 'f1 shfr! HRe 9 TEsfs
the West Pointer stood still and looked out
and sp fatd any q %U sSo to hin r. w Then he sqid;
recalled to the hillside; ii was more roomJ
~ through. 80 S When S .Ha rss 5e, sssg 20 eSin Il
obtained permission. to remain in the trenches
with the 'Steenth. 1t was rpmored a man had
f Fhs vs sha ! as9% WAS sh isd fsar HuFl He w sas fa aftp pTe:
ferrllR charges against the officer who or
Don't do iti You're a good lad. but ye have
I'm gray in tn service an | were niyir
mixed in an officers coort-martlal bur wanst.
bliss God. an thot were not intoirely av me
own seekin' Did river teIl " ay ii Well
were stationed at For. Smelling. which are
close by Minneapolis an st. Paul. IT'S also
mare q falls phwat's called Minnehaha. Thot
Do q Pc n Iaiun pane for laugbin' wather.'
IDEAS as to phwat laughin' wather do really be.
Wan night afther pathronizing ~eanteen TILL
taps We tuck to tn tall grass at tn ind nv til
parade ground; KNOWN there,d DO no check
eident.. We slept tn first slape an thin woke
up with tn dust dhry upon our tongues. Siz
I've tn price. but tn canteen do be closed
"'Shure.' slz l.. tn big dlpper In TIL sky do
be bottom up an Imply. Th' dew is heavy
on tn grasa,. IT'S dro wsy tonne for tn SEN
tries: There's the roadhoyse at tn falls thot
With thot Sixspot wiggled Off through tn
grass, loike tn InJuns In Cooper's tales in TIL
compiny library. an were gone. An / Tucked
at a. sPfin AZ Job III IL II. Fly and Showed
places upstairs grew dim an, Oh, chill aY MORN