Arizona republican., 1900-11-30

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 1T was lying behind a rock next to a man named Van Buren. We were pumping away, when Van says to me. scared-like: My gun won't work. You see, when man can't shoot he begins to get scared right away. Well this man Van started in and dug and scratched down behind that rock until at last he was completely buried in dirt Captain Warren was wounded in two places. but he kept crawling about steadying the men by talking to them. The only man who fiunked that day was Lieutenant Kidd. an officer who always wore a big single eyeglass. Captain Warren finally found him away back among the horses. which we had left in the rear before going into the fight.
 What are you doing here yelled the captain.
 Pm just minding the horses. cap tain, said Kidd, all a-quiver.
 "The captain drew his revolver and said, Lieutenant, if l didn't know your wife and children I'd blow your brains out
 Then he left him and that's the last we ever saw of Lieutenant Kidd. He may have rushed forward and got killed. or he may have run the other way. We lost 200 men out of our reg. ment that day, but we won.
 Speaking about officers. we never paid much attention to them when we got into a fight. Most of the younger ones were fellows who had bought their commissions and hardly knew q rifle from carbine. They'd stand be- hhinI rock and say, I say, men, move along that way or Hey, there, worK ovah to the left, will you" We had business to attend to and we just went which ever way seemed best.
 Some of these society chaps would go right out in the open wearing their single eyeglasses and be shot down like men.
 Well. we finally worked our way down to Dornkop near Johannesburg. where we struck about 300 Irish-Amer- ican mounted police, and We went through them like water through a sieve. You see, We were little sore on these men on account of the way they got into the country. know there were 150 of them from Philadel- phia who went through Cape Town with big red crosses on their arms and were treated fine by the British. When they got into the Boer lines they tore thoSe badges off and shouldered rifles.
 "Therewas some awfuhy hot fighting all around that neighborhood. l got a shot through the knee and we lost lot of men. I myself was detailed to bury sixty Scotch Highlanders in one day. Those Gordon Highlanders were the best fighters of the whole British army.
 "The longest fight we were in was at Diamond hill, twenty miles north of Pretoria We fought two days and nights with General Botha. The Kit chener Horse seemed to have the worst of that battle. On the morning of the first day they made us stand stock stil, fifty feet apart for three hours, while other regiments were moving around to the enemy's rear. We were just picked off like ten pins. It's standing like that and being shot at that scares a man. It's the first t-me l ever got really scared sick.
 Finally we get the order to charge and everything was all right again Later in the day Lord Kitchener rode down the line and said he was proud to have I regiment like that bear his name. You stood like men, said he. Alter he passed a little way I remarked 10 a riend, I stood because I was too all-fired scared to run The general heard me. turned and scowled. then smiled and rode on.
 ba of hat 1 shell struck my horse Lightning that had carried me 15o miles and into all my battlesl The thing tore him all to pieces and I dropped on the ground in a bed of blood and bones. I knew my luck was lost, and sure enough a iitt.e later a bullet tore through my right lung. That ended me and l was in valided by degrees to Cape Town, and later took passage on the transport Idaho or Halifax with the First Cana dian contingent
 What do you think of the British generals? Well, to begin with, think Kitchener is the greatest soldier they have, and the coldest blooded, cruelest son of a gun that ever rode horse He looked on a company of men as so many sticks. I saw him once send two hundred men up against a thous- and or so of the enemy just to keep the enemy occupied hacking them to pieces while he got his bigger force in posi- tion.
 Lord Roberts is a good old fellow, but the soldiers all believe that Kitch- ener is the real man there. Roberts goes around in the field covered with medals and looks to me as if he had seen his most useful days.
 General Ian Hamilton is a peculiar looking man. I was his orderly for four weeks once. He has a withered