The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1905-05-18

for many months, but at last 1t has
come. We are CHARTERED in the mon.
astery attached to the great Lahma
temples just outside the west gate Of
the town and are trying to forget
/ what we have seen today.
This has been a day that will
never forget, and a day that do not
care to live over again. have seen
sights that will never be erased from
my mind, the like of which ! hope /
will never see again.
With Captain Como of the staff we
rode over the field of the fight for the
occupation Of Likampu, a small vii
lage directly west Of Mukden and dis
tant from the city about seven miles.
| 1t was here that the fiercest and blood
lest fight of the battle. perhaps Of the
entire war, took place. The fight be-
gan on the evening of March 6, when
one brigade of the Fifth division,
which formed the left wing of Oku's
army. advanced on the town which
was held by the Russians. The next
day, after hard fight, the Japanese
occupied Likampu and small UNI
armed village OF half dozen houses
surrounded by low mud walls, just to
the south Of Likampu. The entire
Fifth division was brought UP and
occupied the villages and the line
extending to the suoth Of them.
But this line was a vital point for
the Russians, who were protecting
the retreat of the main army, for
from there the Japanese guns could
reach the Mukden stations, and a
counter-attack was ordered The
Russians were REINFORCED until their
force amounted to three divisions,
three times as many men as the
Japanese had. They desperately at
tackled the line and reoccupied the
villages. They didn't drive the Japa-
nose out, for when they occupied the
villages there were no Japanese left
alive to be driven out. The unnamed
village was held by the Thirty-third
rgiment, but the Russian artillery fire
reached the village from the flank and
the front, and the regiment was ami
hilated
In Likampt itself the Japanese were
unable to stop the Russian rush, but
they defended every mud wall and
every house and met the enemy with
cold steel in the streets, the men
fighting with their bayonets, the Off
GERS with their swords.
From this brief description of the
fighting you will be able to form some
slight idea Of the sights we saw when |
werode over the field this morning.
The wounded had all been removed.
the dead were just being collected.
On that field in front of the two viii
lagos lay fully 1000 dead bodies,
Russian and Japanese, in inextricable
confusion. Hundreds of soldiers were
at work on the field gathering up the
Japanese dead and, of course, the Rus
sian, too. Any description of this
scene that can write will give but
faint idea of the horror of 1t. 1t would
require the pen of lola to do it JUS
tice. Picture to yourself a square
mile of plowed field with two villages
in its center. Scatter over this field
the bodies of 1000 dead soldiers, lying
as they fell in horribly grotesque at
Litudes.
Among them place several hundred
soldiers bearing the dead to central
place, where they are laid out in rows,
record made Of their names and COM
nands, and of what is found In their
pockets. Over the entire field scat
Ter rifles and ammunition, bits Of
and equipment, water bottles
md haversaeks and bloody bandages.
Add to all this the squads digging
yrates for the Russians and the fune-
al pyres of the Japanese and you
lave a faint idea OF what the scene
vas like.
Here you have war in all its CHASTITY
lorror. Here is what war really Is;
lere Is that, which, il all the world
,ould see it, would make war In the
uture impossible.
Look at this figure. It's legs are
widely stretched apart, its arms are
'aised toward the sky. The mouth is
,pen, the eyes staring. On the breast
If the dark tunic Is a dull red stain.
Yet this was once a man. In far-off
Russia someone is thinking Of him
o.day, someone is praying for his
;afety. And here he lies between the
urrows, horrible thing, at which
,our horse SHES.
Here is another, also Russian,
hot through the right breast. The
upper part of his body is bare and
. first-aid bandage has been roughly
lplied to the wound. He lies on his
light side, pressing his shoulder to 1
he ground to ease the pain, while
lis left hand clutches the bloody ban
lage. He is young, his beard is fair,
,ut on the dead face there is an ex-
PRESTON of unspeakable anguish.
Here is another, this time Japa-
lese. His left foot is bare and ban
Jagged. He is resting on his right
,nee and you can plainly see that
Ia has dragged himself along for per-