Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1900-10-25
BENEVOLENT
ASSIMILATION.
A Republican Newspaper Ac-
count of Philippine
Battle

Just past this a few hundred yards
we saw a solitary body lying in the
read. The body was almost stripped
of clothing, and there were no marks
OF rank left on the blood-soaked coat
But the face of the dead man had a
look I had never noticed on the face
OF other dead men 1 had found in in
surgent uniform on the field of battle,
in the wake of an American firing
line. The features were clear cut and
forehead high and shapely. I decided
the man must have been an insurgenr
officer. A soldier came running down
the trail.
That's old Pilar," he said I'VE
got the old rascal. I guess he's sorry
he ever went up against the Thirty
third
There amt no doubt about its be-
ing Pillar" ratified on the young sol
der. I'VE got his diary, and his let
tiers, and all his papers, and Sullivan
of our company's got his pants, aid
Snider's got his shoes, but ne can't
wear them because they're too small,
and a sergeant in G company got one
Of his silver spurs, and a lieutenant
got the other, and somebody swiped
the cuff buttons before I got here or
L would have swiped them, and all ]
got was a stud button and his collar
with hood on it
So this was the end of Gregorio del
Pillar. Only % years old, he managed
to make himself a leader Of men
when he was hardly more than a boy
and at last had laid down his life for
his convictions. Major harsh had tho
diary. In it he had written under the
date of December 2, me day he was
| klIIed:
The general has given me the pick
Of all the men that can be spared and
| ordered me to defend the pass. re-
| alize what a terrible task is given me
And yet I feel that this is the most
| glorious moment OF my life. What ]
do is done for my beloved country,
No sacrifice can be too great"
A private, sitting by the camp fire,
was exhibiting a handkerchief. It's
old Pillars. It's got Dolores Hosea
on the corner. 1 guess that was his
| girl. Well. it's all off with Gregorio."
Anyhow" said Private Sullivan, 81
! got his pants. He won't need 'em
any more
The man who had the generals
shoes strobe proudly past, refusing
with scorn Mexican dollar and a
pair of shoes taken from one of the
| private insurgent soldiers. A private
sitting on rock was examining
| golden locket containing a curl of
woman's hair. Got the locket off his
neck" said the soldier d.
the main column started on it's
= = s.rr1 II &C., ottbe mountain
in sight4A0f the lnsCse gez1sesl5l zzssa.5sss
down below US. There had been nc
time to bury him. Not even blankes
or a poncho had been thrown over
him 4
crow sat on the dead mans feet.
Another perched on his head The fog
settled down upon US. We could seq
the body no longer.
We carved not a line, and we raised
not q stone.
But we left him alone in his glory.
And when Private Sullivan went by
in his trousers, and Snider with his
shoes, and the other man who had the
cuff buttons, and the sergeant who had
the spur and the lieutenant who had
! the other spur, and the man that had
the handkerchief, and another man
that had his shoulder straps, it sud-
denly occurred to me that his glory
was about all we had left him.-Rich-
ard Henry Little in Chicago Tribune.