Arizona republican., 1903-09-13
WAR WITHOUT CARNAGE
of the Late Peaceful Cam-
 paign Against New England.

paign Against New England. To the great relief of the Maine na- tives, whose fears of international com plications have never been quieted since the days of the Spanish war, when phantom fleets flying Spanish colors were daily sighted between Saco and Passport, the great war manoeu- vers are over, and cannon have ceased | to boom off Cape Elizabeth But while the wise judges are trying to decide the winner of the contest. the general public is satisfied with the fact that peace without persion has succeeded war without carnage, and are settling | down to agriculture, while the barrack rooms continue to hear the stories Of the conflict. and the marines are listen ing to their proverbial tale. Bloodless as it was. however. the war game this year abounded with a number of deli cious anecdotes. To Major General Adna R. Chaffee perhaps, belongs the first place in this chronicle of yarns. While not actually figuring in the game. since he left the command to Colonel $. M. Mills, com manding the Portland artillery district, General Chaffee was constantly in evi- dence and amused himself by carry ing consterration into the ranks Of | numberless volunteer outposts. Since Wu-Ting fang returned to China, General Chaffee has been the undis- puted master of the question business. II say he inquired of mournful looking sentry at Fort Levett one foggy morning. How are they feeding you?"
 
 bled the sentry. who belonged to l Maine National Guard regiment.
 You don't really mean that?" inquir- | ed the general solicitously. Why, what are they giving you?"
 Wal" drawled the Down Easter, sadly, "the other mornin they served | us a ration O prunes. There is forty on us and we just counted them prunes-there was eighty-three.' The deuce you say," exclaimed the general with apparent surprise; why | that's more than two pfunes apiece. That's luxury" With this he departed chuckling merrily.
 Letter he climber into a shack where darky was cooking the rations of a 1 company.
 Morning, cook said he pleasantly; l how do you like cooking? Do your men treat you nice?'
 "Purty good, sah," murmured the as tonished darky.
 Don't complain at the food or swear at you?"
 No, sah" was the deferential an- swer.
 T tell you what it is, you must be a boss cook: that's the reason" No. suh" was the smooth answer. Fact is. just come. sir; they run the 1 last cook out of camp this mawnin' , sah.''
 Another day the general rode twelve miles in a driving rain to inspect an outpost at Silver Springs. When he ar rived he saw a detail of hungry and un- happy men sitting about lstlessly.
 Well. my man." said he to a private; "how are they feeding you? What did you have for breakfast?"
 Not one darn thing" was the frank answer.
 1 Min, how's that? Don't you have any rations issued to you?" They gave us some the first day. A l kettle of beans and some sugar and cof- , fee: just that washboiler full of beans. ' II looked at the washboiler," said the general. in telling the story afterward
 they must have had a keg of beans ! and five days rations of beans are twenty pounds. Poor fellows, I was sorry for them. I've been through il all myself, but I guess next year they will go to a picnic
 ., But General Chaffee was not always an unsympathetic critic. On the last day of the war game, when he came tc sum up his impressions, he recalled a | Maine volunteer whom he had met sev- eral days before.
 Do you know" said he, T asked that fellow his duties when on guard, and he answered them just as if he were i reading them out of a book. His namt was Hunter: he pleased me so much 1 remembered it. The general had five 1 thousand privates at Portland, but he l did not forget ready sentry on thai |. account.
 :. Among the participants in the wal l game were some eighty New York Ma !. tior2l Guardsmen, members of the frs and second companies of the sigma corps, from New York and Brooklyn
 respectively The detail went to Main, on the same boat with General CEaffee
 When the general came on board h.
 wore civilian garb. and the guardsmen
 who saluted their lieutenants ostenta
 tiously at every turn, passed the man il , a frock coat their commander, witt
 never q salute. Later, when they learn ed their error, they made it up: but l was a sore point. On the first nigh , away from home they were visited witt a rough bit of weather off Point Judith While the vessel was tossing merrily ; sudden crash was heard, and portl!
 "noncom" sleeping in an upper bertl . descended abruptly to the floor. Ther f was a second of grim silence. and thel I a voice walled through the darkness: f War is hell, ain't it, corporal, ant I the answer illuminated the dafk1ess.
 On their way home, when the cruc
 war was over. the guardsmen were vet Q erans. and the girls on the ship sue
 cumbed to their charms with prope
 readiness. One big sergeant. somewha
 of d stickler for discipline, carried oi
 the prettiest girl on shipboard, and Il
 a quiet corner of the deck was explain
 ing war. A blue sleeve had moved i
 extended order" and he was certainl
 enjoying full victory, when from
 hidden vantage point a couple of voice