The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-08-29

army life had not produced any better
results to the credit of the anti-mar-
tial god who is believed to be especial
ly fatal to martial heroes, and while
there had been many charming women
and many pretty girls in whose society
h. had found much to please him, he
had, until that fatal long leave, found
none to take his serious thought. So
now he marched through the jungles
and cane brakes Of the far off Philip
pines with but one thought in his
mind, and that a painful thought he
was trying to drown in hard, active
service, service that had already
brought him recommendations like
those spread upon the records Of Ell
Caney.
There came a day when the old
company went wading over the rice
paddles and through the jungles, n
of those murky, wet days of the rainy
season, just such a day as had seen
the Filipino bullet strike brave, big
hearted Lawton. The company had
routed out from the abandoned, rain
soaked nipa huts in which it had slept
the night, when the first light of the
short tropical dawn announced day
and pushed forward over the mud
filed road, water covered rice paddles
and dripping jungles, the rain running
{ the battered, gray SLOUGH hats and
soaking through the equally battered
blue shirts and the mud squashing into
and out of the shoes as it dragged
along, only the disciplined formation
and the business looking Krags dis
tinguishing them from a mob of coun-
try tramps and marking them for an
army.
Slowly the wet, tropical day wore
on. Noon, mid-afternoon passed and
then, as the tired men saw that the
short twilight was coming down upon
them, thew saw one of the scouts run
ming back. There was signalling back
and forth. The captains hand went up
in the well known signal to halt. The
foremost men stopped in their tracks,
the rear crowding up upon them, and
all began to fondle their Krags and to
wipe the wet from the locks with their
shirt sleeves. Then came a short, sharp
command from the captain, a veteran
of civil and Indian wars, and the hud-
died, b~edraggled turned itself in
to a well ordered column OF tours. An
other order and the column was de-
ployed into fighting line, a long thin
line of enthusiastic skirmishers ready
and eager for the fight. Wet, mud, dis
comfort were forgotten. 1t was a fight.
Over the fields, here in foot deep
water, here in almost as much mud
went the company, gray-haired old
Captain Lyon directing the movements
and Jimmy Marshall encouraging and
cautioning the men who needed only
c~autioning. Then suddenly from the
line Of earth works barely observable
five hundred yards ahead through the
rain, there came volley upon volley
turning into a steady roar, a fire thai
would have been whitening had marks
men held the guns Four hundred anG
fifty yards, four hundred, three hun.
, dred and fifty, three hundred, then thu
? tall corporal off to the right wentdowI
, without a sound ave the splash of thu
+ water he fell into. Then at a wore
| from his chief, Jimmy lead off to thu
5 left with a dozen men and strucl
through the cane brake to out flanl
the works. And now the Krags wer,
singing a merry song. Around to tn
r left, the enemy's right flank wen
Jimmy, and with a yell broke cove
and swept into the open end of tn
t works sending their bullets crashin
f e~nfilading into the little brown fel