Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1901-05-24

The stanford sequoia published at
palo Alto, has an interesting ar'lc'e
from the pen Of Ike RussalI the youhB
San raEer who. on his return from the
Philippines, concluded to remain IN
California and pursue his educatlona'
s,,dlas The article In question is given
first place in the magazine and Is as
follows,
For nearly week the hostile rain
clouds had kept out-posts stationed
over the camp. and they had poured IN
a petlng fire upon anyone who ven
t;red to hang his clothes and blankets
out to dry. once this morning they had
eeased firing. and had apparently re-
tired 10 the reserve line away over TO
N. vestward-by the china sea. But
II was only a ruse, FOR when the blank
ets were thrown ont IN the battery PARK
the whole black host bore down upon
them. opening with heavy artillery at
short range. Therefore It was gloomy,
sulen camp Of fifteen thousand men
that cursed The tropics under its breath
while preparing TO 80 TO sleep between
wet blankets. Then. too. It was against
orders to take your clothes on ana
this was the sixth day since the john
MES had commenced 10 wear their trap
pings all the time-and to grease IN
stead Of polish their shooting-irons' be-
cause someone had discovered that
gun with plenty Of grease on the bar
rel will shoot longer without getting
hot,
one OF the section tents had been lost
in landing on the Malate beach ana
some of us had 10 sleep out In the wet
But we had our tarpaullns or pom
chos" as we called them, and hdd
built me bed OF bamboo tWlgs over
which had stretched the poncho as a
roof open at both ends It was true
but able TO keep OF the rain, Into TINS
crawled ~ the regimental bugle5
took up the melancholy song OF slumber
and hghts out First was gentle,
pleading, lulaby-sort of song from
across the road that led up to our adj
vance line. 1t came from group OF
lighted tents scattered among the man
10 trees, which we knew to he the
Provost headquarters, As the song was
finished the big patch Of forest be
came inky black, for all the lights went
out from the hundred tents. The COON
songs and the stories died half uttered
and everything was very stilL Then
over 70 the right IN the cane fields a
very arlstocratic sort of bugle took
UP the story with: "Now-tO-sleep"
don cher kno awful sorry but ! got
TO, fellahs,... now to sleep. And
then the Astor battery camp became
one with the darkness around 1t. Down
toward the beach spoke up bugle, and
IL loudly haWled out with a South-ol-
Market twang Now key down, all
yous guys. Stanford push amt all dis
cheese so key down." And black
ness reigned over the land Of the First
CALIFORNIA;, In quick succession the
bugles of the Eighteenth and Twenty
third and other regular regiments fol-
lowed one another, They each sang the
same song for they played strictly ac-
cording to regulation. 1t was simply
"Go.to-sleep, all lights out--thats the
orders and you've got to do it.,..all
light OUT" Sharp and clear and
confident was the song for II knew II
would be obeyed-it always had been
0beyed--and so the fields behind us
melted into the cloud thlckened gloom,
out OF our lighted guard tent stepped
our own bugler. With his form sill
houetted against the blacker night he
sang for us our own lullaby, which he
had taught US over the ocean and over
the ocean and away beyond--where
Red Butte canyon looks down over the
valley Of the Great Salt Lake. Bat
try A, slumber now. and dream of
loves in Utah h. slumber now. And
the whole OF Camp Dewey was dark and
black, and all Of It's fifteen thousand
soldiers were officially asleep.
Behind my little shack lone sentry
crouohed low as he made his way from
the battery cook tent 70 the big mango
tree by the road. Unmlndful of the
storm the fret dies clustered in the
trees and all you could see was their
little lantern, and all you could hear
was the lashing of the angered waves
upon the beach, mingled with the
spluttering OF the rain upon the poncho.
In tune with the wave-muslc and the
storm, Woman's yolce--one that used