The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1900-01-11

nance expressive of castor oil and qul-
nine.
| Along the southern boundary of
Jaro there ran a stream, during the
rainy season river, during the dry
season a rivulet. Along the southern
bank of the stream there was mar
row strip of scattered woodland, be-
yond that a three-mie strip of roll
| ing prairie, and then ridge sur
mounted by another bit of timber.
Five miles beyond the ridge On a lit
tie eminence clustered the town of
Santa Barbara. 1t was an insurgent
stronghold, and its assault and cap
ture were the first work of the au-
tumn campaign cut out for the little
| detachment of American troops quar-
tered at Jaro. The American outpost,
No. Z, was on the Jaro bank of the
stream. Just as faint streak of
light illumined the eastern SKY one
morning two privates clasped hanIs
with the pickets on No. Z listened to
last word of caution from an officer
and then silently wadcd the stream
and disappeared in the timber on
the opposite shore. The officer stood
motionless for q few moments, with
ears strained for a sound Of the scouts,
and then, as the blazing sun leaped
above the horizon without the pre-
lminary of dawn, he turned and
walked through the dusty streets of
Jaro to his quarters.
1t lacked an hour of midday. A mile
! TO the south of Jaro, in slight dip in
the rolling prairie. two men in khaki
uniforms wriggled cautiously through
the tall sun-crisped grass. The sun di-
rectly overhead volleyed white-hot ar
rows that pierced them through and
through. They reeked with perspira-
| ton; their faces were thorn-torn and
| lust-smeared. The horny right hand
of each was wound in a blue handker-
chief to protect it from the blistering
heat of the rifles they dragged along
the ground beside them. They moved
by inches, their faces flattened to the
| ground. After gaining each foot or so
of ground they rested side by side, their
cheeks fat to the ground and looking
| in each others bloodshot eyes. They
| painted and their tongues lolled like
those of heat-spent dogs in August.
| Their dust-crusted lips gasped for wa
| ter and their lungs sucked wstfully for
| air. Thus slowly, arduously. they pro-
gressed for another mile. Then one of
| them lifted himself cautiously to his
knees and glanced first forward and
Il hnr 20 tha aa+t ,a1
out again, and, painting, whispered:
"We're two-thirds of tn way from
timber to timber"
"Sight any Kakiack pickets?" asked
the other.
| 4 shake of the head was the answer,
and again the two men painted and
stared in each others eyes. Their lungs
labored huskily. The animate earth
seemed in dizzy, strangled silence for
lack of air.
"Sevenspot," finally gasped the
larger man of the two, "if you were in
the Waldorf-Astoria right now, what
would you order?"
Sevenspot Tapped swollen. dust
rough tongue along his cracked lips.
"Darned av l know" he whispered.
''but av I were in Dolan's I'd order
corned bafe an billed cabbig an keg
| av cool beer"
BILL continued Sevenspot, after a
breathing spell, 'pwhat putt college
man loike you in tn regulars?
Bill hesitated, under perssure of mois-
tening his lips with moistureess
tongue. Then he whispered vehement
! ~, fiercely: Back in the states. in
time of peace. an enlisted man is dog.
isn't hep"
Sevenspot nodded.
But now"
Sevenspot nodded again.
"But now" continued Bill passion
ately, "and right here, soldier is a
man. And he wouldn't step aside to
| kick the shins of the feather-bed men
who look down upon him in the states
would he? The featherbeds back there
wonder what a fool soldier of 1880
| finds to be proud of. If one of them
could be in my boots right now and
could feel like do in here, right now,
he'd know, wouldn't hep"
Bill struck his breast with his
clenched fist. and Sevenspot nodded.
And then" said Bill, less vehement
| ly. there was "a"
He came to full stop. Sevenspot
waited and then finished the sentence
for him: "A woman in it, Not a
brown, but white Margarita. An ye
| think she'll weep bit when she sees
your name among tn dead heroes?
An you're married to a betel-chewin'
| brown wan"
''Sevenspot," began Bill, "have you
ever noticed"
With his rifle barrel Sevenspot list
lessly poked a tarantula that was com
ing his way and headed it in the other
direction. 1t would have required an
effort TO lift the rifle and smash it.
"Sevenspot." resumed Bill. did YOU
ever hear bird sing on this island? 2"
Sevenspot shook his head. Then he
said: but there's an ondacint lizard
about two feet long, pwhat roosts in tn
timbers over me bunk an shouts in his
slape. An there's another that clat-
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