Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1900-02-07
WAUCHOPE LAID TO REST.

London. Jan. 10.-Some of the most
brilliant work in the way of descrip-
tive writing ever done by British cor
respondents has been appearing in the
British papers in the last few days. !
Bennett Burleigh's splendid desCrip-
ton of the battel of Colenso, which
was cabled in part by the Associated
Press, is not one bit finer than the ac
count of Magersfontein by the cores
pendent of the Daily News. After trac-
ing the terrible loss suffered by the
Highlander Brigade at Magersfontein,
the Daily News correspondent thus
writes of the burial of General Wau-
chope:
Three hundred yards to the rear of
the little township of Modder river,
just as the sun was sinking in blaze
of African splendor on the evening of
Tuesday, the 18th day of December,
long, shallow grave lay exposed in the
breast of the veldt. In the west the
broad river, fringed with trees, ran
murmuringly; to the eastward. the
heights still held by the enemy.
| scowled menacingly; north and south
the veldt undulated peacefully. A few
PAGES north of that grave fifty dead
HighlandeIs 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 sky,
with great hands clenched in the last
death agony, and brows still knitted
with stern lust of the strife in which
| they had fallen. The plaids, dear to
| every Highland clan, were represented
there, and, as | looked, out of the dis
lance came the sound of the pipes; 1t
was the General coming to join his
men. There, right under the eyes Of
the enemy, moved with slow and SOL
emn tread all that remained of the
Highland Brigade. In front of them
walked the chaplain, with barred head,
dressed in his robes of Office, then came
the pipers with their pipes, sixteen in
all, and behind them, with arms re-
versed, moved the Highlanders, dress
ed in all the regalia Of their regiments,
and in their midst the dead General
borne by four of his comrades.
BLOWERS OF THE FOREST"
"Out swelled the pipes to the strain
Of Flowers of the Forest until the
soldiers heads went back in naughty
defiance and eyes flashed through tears
like sunlight on steel; now singing to
q moaning wall like woman wailing
for her first-born, until the proud heads
dropped forward till they rested on
heaying chests and tears rolled down
the wan and SCARED faces and the
choking sobs broke through the SOL
emn rythm of the march of death
Right up to the grave they marched
then broke away in companies, until
the General lay in the shallow grave
with a. Scottish square of armed men
around him. Only the dead mans son
and q small remnant of his officers
stood with the chaplain and the pipers
while the solemn services of the church
were spoken.
| Then once again the pipes pealed
out 'Lochabar No More out
the stiffness like a cry of pain until
one could hear the widow in her High
land home moaning for the soldier she
would welcome back no more. Then,
as IL touched by the magic of one
| thought, the soldiers turned their tear
damp eyes from the still form in the
shallow grave toward the heights
where Cronje, the lion OF Africa, and
his soldiers stood. Then every cheek
flushed crimson, and the strong jaws
set like steel and the veins on the
hands that clasped the rifle handles
sWelled almost to bursting with the
fervor of the grip, and that look from
those silent, armed men spoke more
eloquently than ever spoke the
tongues Of orators. For on each frown'
ing face the spirit of vengeance sat