Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1914-06-04
WITH BEATEN TROOPS
CORRESPONDENT TELLS or A
RouT IN MEXICO.
Just What u Means to BE Fleeing for
Life. With Savage Opponents
Pressing Their Victory
Closely.

I suddenly discovered that I had
been hearing shooting for some time,
John Reed writes In the Metropolitan.
II sounded immensely far away-iike
nothing 30 much as a clicking type
writer. Even while II held our atten-
ton II grew. The barely noticeable
pricking of rifles deepened and be
zane serious. Out In front now II
was practically continuous-almost
the roll Of a a drum.
We could see them now. hundreds of
little black figures. riding everywhere
through the chaparral; the desert
swarmed with them. Savage Indian
yells reached US. A spent bullet
droned overhead, then another: then
n unspent. and then a whole flock
singing fiercely. Thudi went the adobe
walls as bits OF clay flew. Poems and
their ONE rushed from house TO
house. distracted with fear. A trooper
his face black with powder and hate
full with killing and terror. galloped
past shouting that all was lost
And then came the rout-a wild hud-
die OF troopers all together. lsshing
their terrified horses. They passed US
without stopping. without noticing. all
blood and sweat and blackness. Don
Thomas. Pablo Arriola. and after them
little Gil Tomas. his horse staggering
and falling dead right in front Of US.
Bullets whipped the wall on all sides
OF US.
Come on. meester.- said Juan.
Tets ro,- We began to run. As
painted up the steep opposite bank Of
the arroyo I looked back. GIL Tomas
was right behind me with a red and
black checked rerape around his
shoulders. Don Petronilo came In
sight. shooting back over his shoulder.
with Juan Santiilanes at his side. In
front raced Fernando Silveyra. bend
ing low over his horses neck. All
around the hacienda was a ring OF
salloping. shooting. yelling men: and
a. far as the eye could reach. on ev-
cry rise OF the desert. came ore
Juan Vallejo was Already far ahead.
running dogKedly with his rife in one
hand shouted to him 10 urn of the
high road and be obeyed. without look
ing back I followed. II was a straight
The desert was as bald
~ q billiard table here. We could be
seen for miles. My camera got be
tween my legs. I dropped H. My
'~vercoaf became a terrible weight. I
hook II or We could see the com
'aneros fleeing madly up the Santo
Domingo road Beyond them uuex
'ectedly appeared a wave OF EaIioping
aen-the Ranking party from the
outh. The shooting broke put again
then pursuers and pursued al
she'd around the corner Of a little hin.
hank God the path was divsrging
rom the road,
| ran Oman and ran and ran. until
could run no more. Then I walked
few steps and ran again ! was
instead Of breathing. Awful
ramps xrfpped my legs. Here there
Eas more ehapparal. more brush. and
he foothills Of the western mountains
~ere near But the entire length Of
he path vas visible from behind Juan
VALLEJO had reached the foothills, half
J mile ahead ! saw him crawling up
! little rise. Suddenly three armed
'orsemen swept in behind him and
aised a shout. He looked around.
brew his rife far into the bush and
led for his life. They shot at him.
stopped to recover the rife. He
disappeared owe the crest. and thep
hey did. too.