The San Francisco call., 1899-07-15
Chief of Police Lees.

Chief OF Police Lees.
Third Artillery Band.
Troop r, Sixth United States Cavalry,
Captain z. L. Wilcox commanding.
Governor Geer of Oregon and party in
carria ges.
| Second Regiment oregon Volunteers,
| Colonel Owen Summers commanding.
Captain of Police Spillane.
Battery c, Third United States Artillery,
Captain James L. Calin commanding.
Here they comet" Here they
comet" was repeated from the ferries
in a semicircle to North Beach and the
waiting crowd, too far up the street for
first glimpse of the procession,
swayed out on the pavements to get it.
The police charged them, none doing
nobler work than Sergeant Michael
Joseph Conboy, who makes the most
threatening descents and ends up with
the gentlest laying on of hands on a
holiday crowd of fanny man an tn
foorce" Again and again The Call can
non doomed out a welcome to the adj
vancing regiment the mingled din of
bells and horns, exploding bombs and
thrilling cheers became something in
describable.
The advance had reached the juno
ton of Third, Market and Kearny
streets when the pandemonium reached
its height. One could not hear most of
the noises for some Of the others. They
were not for the drum major, nor for
Chief Lees in his motorless buggy. but
for Colonel Summers and his heroic
men. The commanding figure at the
head of the regiment looked like that
of a demi-god as it sat the spirited bay
charger. A campaign hat sat jauntily
on a thatch of silver gray surmounting
a clear-cut face. The trim-fitting uni
form of kharh perfectly fitted the
figure, showed to advantage it's grace
Certainly the Oregon Regiment should
be proud of it's handsome chief He
looked the ideal soldier.
Cheered and cheered again all
along the street, Colonel Summers
was compelled many times to raise
his hat and salute the crowd. In
front of The Call office a gray
haired man rushed out and pre-
sented the hero of Maasin with a beau
tiful bouquet of blood red carnations.
The colonel shook the donors hand
and while The Call band played
quickstep the first battalion of the Ore
gonians passed to a position in front Of
the office and halted.
The cannon doomed from the cupola
at regular intervals, punctuating with
it's deep-toned roar the deafening
Pop" pop" pop" of innumerable
firecrackars from the Examiner build
ing. The first lot were touched off as
| the head of the regiment passed, and
the last had not stopped cracking till
| the parade had gone on and was dis
appearing from view up Market street,
| the crowd closing up behind.
The men of the regiment showed
plainly in their marching that they were
| suffering from the long imprisonment
in the transports The stiffness was
! not vet out of their limbs, and the
slight chill in the air was cold to them
| coming as they did from the burning
suns of the Philippines. Aside from a
| little halt in the step of a man or two
in the line, and the sight of the ambu-
| lance following with the convalescing
wounded, one might not have thought
! that the volunteers had been under Sc
we're fire. The ambulance told the tale.
however, and the rear ranks Of several
! companies showed where those once
belonged who rest beneath the sod
The survivors, however, looked every
! inch the soldiers they have proved
themselves, and at every step on the
way they gave evidence that they ap-
preciated the whole-souled reception
/ being accorded them. At every stop
they made on the route enthusiasts
! Sushed out, shook hands with them.