The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-01-18
IMPRESSIVE
FUNERAL OF
WAUCH0PE
Graphically Described by the Cor
respondent of the London
Daily News.
GRIM HIGHLANDERS MARCHED
To the wailing Strains Of the Pipes
and Laid Him in His Shall
low Grave.

Correspondence OF the ASSOCIATED fFtss'
LONDON, Jan. l7.-some Of the most
brilliant work in the way of descriptive
writing ever done by British war cor
respondents has been appearing in the
London papers during the last few days.
Bennett -Burlelgh's splendid description
of the battle of colenso. which was ca
bled in part by the Associated Press is
not one bl: finer than the account Of
Magerfontein, by the correspondent OF
the Daily News. After tracing the ter
ribIe loss suffered by the Highland bril-
gade at Magerfontein, the Daily News
correspondent thus writes Of the death
of General Wauchope;
Three hundred yards to the rear OF
the little township OF the Modder river,
lust as the sun was sinking in a blaze
Of African splendor on the evening OF
Tuesday, tile 18th Of December, long.
shallow grave lay exposed In the breast
Of veldt. To the west the broad river
fringed with trees ran murmurlngly;
to the eastward the heights, still held
by the enemy. scowled menaclngly;
north and south the veldt undulated
peacefully. A few PAGES to the noth-
ward OF that grave fifty dead High
landers lay. dressed as they hAd fallen
on the field of battle. Tney had fol-
lowed their chief to the field and they
were to follow him to the grave. How
grim and stern those men looked in the
last death agony, and brows still knif-
ted with the stern lust OF the strife in
which they had fallen. The plaids,
dear to every Highland clan. were rep
resented there and. as looked out OF
the distance came the sound OF the
pipes. 1t was the general coming to
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 plpers with their pipes, sixteen In
all, and behind them, with arms re-
versed, moved the Highlanders, dress
ed in all the regalla of their regiments
and in the midst the dead general,
borne by four OF hfs comrades.
"Flowers of the Forest"
"out swelled the pipes to the strains
OF The Flowers OF the Forest now
ringing proud and high until the SOL
diers' heads went back in naughty de-
fiance, and eyes flashed through tears
like sunlight on steel; now singing to
moaning wall like woman mourning
her first-born, until the proud heads
dropped forward till they rested on
heavIng chests, and tears rolled down
the wan and SCARED faces, and choking
sobs broke through the solemn rhythm
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 q Scottish
square of armed men around him. Only
the dead mans son and small rem
nant of his officers stood with the chap
lain and the pipes while the solemn SER
vices Of the church were spoken.
"Then once again the pipes pealed
out and Lochaber No More cut
through the stiffness like a cry Of pain
until one could almost hear the widow
in her Highland home moaning for the
soldier she would welcome back no
more. Then, as II touched. by the
magic Of one thought, the soldiers turn
ed their tear-damp eyes from the still
form In the shallow grave toward the
heights where Cronje, the lion Of Afrt-
en- 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 rife handles
swelled almost to bursting with the fer
vcr OF the grip and that look from those
silent, armed men. spoke more elo-
quently than ever spoke the tongues OF
orators. For on each frowning face the
spirit Of vengeance sat, and each
sparkling eye asked silently for blood.
God help the Beers when next the
Highlander pibroch sounds. God rest
the Boers' souls when the Highland
bayonets charge, for neither death, nor
hell, nor things above, nor things be-
low will hold the Scots back from their
blood feud,
Nearest the Enemy He Was Laid.
"At tho head of the grave, at tho
point nearest the enemy. the general
was laid to sleep, his officers grouped
around him, while in line behind him
his soldiers were laid In double row
wrapped in their blankets. No shots
were fred over the dead men resting
80 peacefully. Only the salute was
given, and then the men marched
rampward Os the darkness Of an Afri-
can night rolled over the far-strctchIng
breadth of veldt. To the gentle woman
who bears the generals name, the
Highland brigade send their deepest
sympathy, To the mothers and wives.
the sisters and che sweethenrts In the
cottage home by hillside and glen they
send their love and good wishes-sad
viii their Christmas be, sadder the new
year Yet, cnshrincd In every womanly
heart. from queen empress TO cottage
girl, let their memory lie, the memory
of the men OF the Highland brigade
who died at MagcrronteIn,"
The same writer thus depicts the way
CONTINUED on Third PRge.)