New-York tribune., 1907-06-02
By CHI. CHAILLE-LONG

C.
"Attack the enemy's battcriesl"
For few seconds there painful suspense.
The Egyptians could be distinctly at their
guns In a moment response came in the form of a
round shot which gaily tripped across the bow of
the InheXibe. From this moment the entire fleet
let go avalanche of shreking bursting shells.
which, rising with the and wObble of heavy
projectiles, made the noise both deafening and
appalling. BY tweve-thrty most of the guns in the
forts on Ras-et-TIn were silenced. and hour
later the magazine blown up, causing the
retreat of the remaining garrison The casualties
to the British fleet were SIX killed and twenty
seven wounded.
A white flag on Ras-et-Tin announced the sur
render and conclusion of the unequal contest. But
to the surprise of the commanders of the foreign
vessels anxious to debark their human freight the
British Admiral manifested no intention of landing
troops to occupy the city.
On the night of the twelfth, dense black clouds
of smoke were seen covering the city as with
pail, and the heavens seemed fire The
refugees, half crazed at the spectacle rushed to and
fro. The Britsh-why do they not land?" they
asked And this question had been asked likewise
during thrt hours by other unwilling spectators
by diplomats and by the officers of the foreign fleet
Going the Stricken City
TITO see what could be done to the city and
l. possibly lives, determined to go ashore under
of the white flag. saw suddenly emerge from
the darkness of the early morning small boat guided
by single oarsnan. | stepped close to the sentry,
and in low voice said, Sentry, will you hail that
man quietly?" 1t the work of instant to
hustle the correspondent of The London Telegraph"
into the boat, and after him Ali the january.
We stopped on way at the Palace of Ras-et-
Tin, where | would have look into the fort The
road was CHASTITY, with swollen corpses abandoned
rifles and accoutrements. In the fort the stencil
from the dead insupportable. which from
haSty glance | accounted at three to four hundred.
The place had been picked and battered by shell,
The Armstrong forty Founders had been smashed
and knocked about in every direction, some of them
dismantled thrown backward, their muzzes in
air seeming like monster dogs baying at the moon.
One of them, its carriage completely crushed, had
toppled and caught beneath its ponderous
body a half-dOZen more soldiers.
Thence made way to the Marina. The
scene that met gaze there was indescrbably
horrible Hundreds of naked corpses of men.
men, and children had been flung into the and
imprisoned by the countless small boats
moored in the basin. Through this pestiferous.
lugubrous death way forced passage to the
wharf The of the flames, the crash of falling
buildings, conspired to make the situation
parable only to the Inferno. The wind occasionally
swept away the heavy smoke and disclosed the
wretches engaged in looting and burning. | crossed
the wharf and took position at a corner where |
could unseen. An Arab, his arms filled with
punder, came running in my direction. As he
passed, extended my foot, and as he fell | was
on his back like a cat and, revolver in his face
asked, Where is the army"
He said that the army had quilted Alexandria