The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1899-02-03

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\ mn VA Nj the sons nor their
| Mh y ~ VI forbears but of
| M I<tw that stamp
II which makes of
the sword a
mouthpiece when the country needs de-
Tenders.
1t was given to few veterans per-
haps to but one--to figure in BATTLE
field episode so tragically pathetic as
that at Las Guasimas when Captain
Allyn Capron, ST., stood over the dead
rough rider bearing his name and with
out a twinge of emotion exclaimed,
''Well done, boyl" But there have
been scores and scores to say those very
words over the gallantry of son who
took down the rusty ''sabre de mon
pere and polished its keen blade for
the fray of $685.
Oneof the FIRST acts of Secretary Alger
on arriving at Camp Wikoff, after
courteous call at the headquarters of
General Wheeler, was to visit the quar-
tiers OF the Thirteenth infantry. The
command was paraGed, or at least so.
much of it as could stand up, and after
the ceremony General Alger said, "Colo
mel Smith, summon that young lieuten-
ant Of yours who rushed San Juan hill
SO CALAMITY with a handful of men and
gcG the flag on the blockhouse. '.Lieu-
tenant Anderson, you mean, Mr.. Secre-
tary, and he is Fat on his cot with the
fever -
'sTake me there then, at once l
came to this camp almost purposely to
thank him
The secretary, who has been there
himself. Colonel Smith and your ubiqui-
tous correspondent went down the row
of officers tents and in one of them the
gray haired leader of a hundred fights
sat down upon an upturned cracker
box, subdued and saddened, before the
pale and immobile face and outstretch-
ed form of the little hero of San Juan
hill. He took the wan and womanish
hand in his, held it for moment, and
when the boy realized that he had Wis
itor. said: "Don't talk, my boy you're
too weak l have heard all about it and
there is furlough for you in your colo
nel's tent: Go to your home on the
lakeside and when you get well come
! and see me in Washington. I'll present
you to the president.
The flag hero rallied after Alger's
visit. and the colonel permitted me to
interview him before he left camp. He
told the story of the fight and said: my
men were brave. The losses of the day
spurred them on. The colonel had
warned me that the boy was modest and
would need urging to tell his story. ]
asked him how he came to be first on
the hill. s'Well, said he, .'when we
were near the crest called to the men
near me to Advance rapidlyl' After
| going few PAGES had 10 or IA with
me, and we rushed the fort ahead of the
rest. That was all. -
saw before me soldier just out Of
/ his teens, wearing the straps Of a sec
ond lieutenant. 'sTell me your his
| tory, said I.
Gas for that enlisted in 1894 and
served as private, corporal and sergeant
in the Fourth cavalry. In 1897. afte,
1 passing two examinations, I was com
missioned and assigned to tie. Thir
tenth infantry. y
"And your name7"
ssThomas M. Anderson.
"Why. there's veteran general BY
that namel''
eyes; he's my father, and is now al
Manila" In saying this last the boy
frightened as he had not done during
any of these interviews, and I could Sc,
that he placed more stress upon the fac
that he had proved himself worthy
son Of heroic father than upon an,
daring feature of his own exploit.
In the camp of the Thirteenth
traced another heroic son. Up to a few
years ago there was veteran officer il
that regiment named Pardee. He me
with misfortune and left the service
When the war broke out, his 17-year
old boy Austin, whom many of the off
GERS remembered as a child in the pos
quarters on the plains, begged to be al
lowed to go. His mother protested, an
to every argument the lad said. but
mother. it's my duty, since father can
go. At last he enlisted in the Seventy
first, and with it brought up in til
trail in front Of San Juan hill. He wa
not in Rafferty's company or this stor
would belong to that gallant band
Young Pardee's instinct told him tina
his battalion. stationary when tn
Thirteenth marched past would renal
SO all day. He saluted the captain G
his fathers old company and said
"Let me march with you, sir. please.
am the son of Captain Pardee." Their
was no time for parley or sentimen,
) The cantain told the boy to ..fall in,