The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-07-29
FLAME AND BULLET,
Horrible Scenes in the Battle OF
BidduIph's Berg, South Africa.

Horrible Scenes in the Battle OF
Biddulph's Berg, South Africa,
Here is sharp vivid picture Of the bat
Tie OF B1ddulph's Berg, in the Boer war.
| sent by the correspondent Of the London
Daily Telegraph:
one big Grenadier, whose arm was
| shattered from wrist to elbow with an
explosive bullet-thousands of these were
nred by the Boers-held up the ragged
mass of flesh and bone as he passed me
and exclaimed between his groans. 'Phev
are knocking our fellows over like peas
In there'-nodding toward the smoke
and the fire is burning the chaps who
can get up. Look at me- had already
seen what the poor fellow referred to.
His beard and hairs were singed almost
to the skin, and his forehead and ono
hand We're red and scorched by the
names While he spoke another man
came past, his face streaming with blood
from wound in the scalp, where =
bullet had plowed from the right temple
nall way round his head. He, too. was
scorched by the flames
The battle had now fully deveIoned
FROM the front, where the Grenadiers
mad disappeared in the smoke. the crack
OF rifles was deafening, and the bn11ets
nred too high by the Beers. fzzed-the
word best describes the sound-past nc
necessarily. Ten guns on our side and
Two on the Beers added their roar-tha
oui sung OF shells and the demoniac
scream OF shraDnel made I'D q nerfeot
pandemonium of sound Over all and
dominating all was the dreadful pom
ping crackle Of the flames from the b1,,,
ing grass, While the smoke hid ever1.-
thing. Biddulph's Berg, the Roer o,,,r,-
our own guns, the Grenadiers and 49,
scots guards who had moved I'M In s11n1
port OF them, had all vanished. One sow
lothlng put vast rolling pillows of thicIx
olue- whlte smoke, rearing themselves far
over the tops Of the hills. Ont Of +bir
great pail that hung over the ha tt1ef slis
came the dreadful din, and from nnder
us eoge crept stricken and bIedinr A..
utes' groplng along in the semi-dart5neee
, VI staggering feebly, supported hetwoo,,,
placKened and disheve1ed comrades To-
ware the busy doctor at the rear
- was pewlldering, 1t was terrifying IL
Ives, "as n ~ One could hardly be-
eouo1 - Ieal put no realism of art COIL I
squdl the awful realism of tha MALTA
Drawn, blood-smeared faces and 49,.
totletlhg steps of the ghastly figures the
no" IN a steady stream staggered ont 90
Ihe nell In front of me. But thew wara,
not the worst. Presently the hearers
sinseo ana scorched, came past, bearine.
HlotlonIess figures on the drinnines
cannot describe the helm
less feeling of a non-combatant like nv
sen as sat there on my horse WATCHING
the terrible scene, unable to do more
than offer my water bottle to narcbad
suiIerer. All around men We're malkine.
the most strenuous efforts of a lifetime.
men We're dying within a few yards Of
Where | stood, dying deaths of dreadful
torture; what was thousand times
worse, helpless wounded men were living
unable to move, watching the line Of
greedy flame sweeping on toward them
ana no one could see to help them. for
what the thick smoke did not obscure the
tall' rank, unburned vegetation hid from
view, and wounded mans feeble crv
Tor help could no more be heard in that
| appalling chaos of sound than one could
near the fab of a leaf amid the thunders
/ of the tempest. One lost the senze of
danger There was no room for the
thought of personal risk in the wild tn
multi of feeling that filed ones mind
1t was not an ordinary battlefield.
have been on stricken fields" before. and
never felt anything like the sense a.
helpless horror that I experienced during
those dreadful hours of the battle of bid
| dulph's Berg
AT length movement was noticeahle
among the troops in front, who for four