The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1900-01-25

LONDON, January 17.-Some OF the
most brilliant work in the way OF de-
scriptive writing ever done by British
war correspondents has been appear
ing in the London papers during the
last few days.
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Yer9d By the highland Bridade At
Magersfontein. the Daily Neaos' cor
respondent thus writes of the burial
Of General. Wauchope:
"Three hundred yards to the rear
of the little township of Modder
River, just as the sun was sinking IN
a blaze of African splendor, on the
evening of Tuesday, the 18th OF De-
cember, a long, shallow grave lay
exposed in the breast of the veldt.
To the westward the broad river,
fringed with trees, ran murmurlngly;
to the eastward, the heights, still
held by the enemy, scowled menac-
inglv: north and south the veldt un-
dulated peacefully. A few PAGES to
the northward of that grave fifty
dead Highlanders lay, dressed as they
had fallen on the field of battle. They
had followed their chief to the field,
and they were to follow him to the
grave. How grim and stern those
men looked as they lay face upward
To the skv. with great hands clenched
in the last death agony, and brows
still knitted with the stern lust OF the
strife in which they had fallen. The
Maids dear to every Highlander clan
we're represented there, and as
looked. out of the distance came the
sound of the pipes. 1t was the gen
eral coming to join his men. There
right under the eyes OF the enemy
moved, with slow and solemn tread
all that remained of the Hlghlanc
Brigade. In front of them walkec
the chaplain with barred head, dressed
IN tne ropes OF once; cnrn
miners. with their pipes-sixteen III
all-and behind them, with arms re-
versed moved the Highlanders,
dressed in all the regalia of their regl-
ments, and in the midst the dead
general, borne by four OF his com
rades.
Outswelled the pipes to the strains
of THE Flowers of the Forest, now
ringing proud and high, until the
soldiers heads went back in naughty
defiance. and eyes flashed through
tears like sunlight on steel; now SINK
ing to a moaning wall like woman
mourning her firstborn, until the
nroud heads dropped forward til
they rested on heaving chests anc
tears rolled down the Scared faces
and the choking sobs broke through
the solemn rhythm of the march o
death. Right up to the grave the!
marched, then broke away in com
NAMES, until the general lay in thu
shallow grave, with a Scottish squar
of armed men around him. Only tn
dead mans son and small remnan
of his officers stood with the chaplain
and the pipers while the solem
services of the church were spoken.
"Then once again the pipes peale
ont. and 'Lochaber No More CT
through the stiffness like a cry
pain, until one could almost hear tt
widow in her Highland home moa1
ing for the soldier she would welcon
back no more. Then, as If toucht
by the magic of one thought, tt
their tear=damp -ey
from the sUlil "A. 1 the shallt
grave where Cronje, the Lion
Africa, and his soldiers stood. Th
every cheek flushed crimson, and
strong Jaws set like steel and
veins on the hands that clasped
rifle handles swelled almost to bur
ing with the fervor of the grip, a
that look from these silent, arm
men spoke more eloquently than eN
spoke the tongues of orators.
on each frowning face the spirit
vengeance sat, and each spark
eve asked silently for blood. {
help the Beers when next the Hi
land Pibrock sounds God rest
Beers souls when the Highland b
onets charge For neither dea
nor hell, nor things above, nor thi
below, will hold the Scots back fl
their blood feud.
"At the head of the grave, at
point nearest the enemy, the gen
was laid to sleep, his officers grou
around him, while in lines bel
him his soldiers were laid in doV
row, wrapped in their blankets.
shots were fired over the dead
resting so peacefully. Only the