The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1916-11-25

"Good for your grinned the Amer.
can. But now comes tho hardest part
Of the push. We've got to reach the
consulate"
as that an orderl" inquired the ma
jo- calmly.
"Yes, SIR" +
Cameron barked at squad of stolid
faced Cinnamon In uniform, and an
American noncommissioned officer
emitted some equally weird sounds
which brought two smart gun crews
to attention. Without an instant's de-
lay and in formation already planned
the march began.
The marines and Chinese soldiers
closed up In front Of and around the
guns. At first they met with little real
resistance and troubled neither to shoot
nor fix bayonets, but simply dubbed
their, rides and broke few Of the
more obstreperous heads. In this FASH
/ Ion they quickly neared the city gate.
More strenuous measures became
necessary there. Some sort Of word
had gone around that the junction Of
the two parties Of whites must be pre- /
vented, and a sharp fight took place at
that point, when It became necessary
to empty magazines and drive home
bayonets. But the men at the guns
never slackened their pace. The de-
tachment carried itself as though 1t
were Greek phalanx, phalanx that
shot and stabbed increasingly from its
frfnges, but seemed to move forward
irresistibly by sheer weight Of its solid
center.
Amid the smoke and dust It was
difficult to make out exactly what was
happening. But the guns never halted.
Their goal lay on the level lawn in front
Of the consulate, that inviolate spot
where the stars and stripes still fioated
proudly above the tumult and carnage
beneath. On they dashed, every man
not actually drawing n Calling now
forming part Of the living spearhead
which forced path through the howl
ing, vicious and enragcd mob.
The poor fellows in the firing line,
civilians wholly unaccustomed to
scenes Of bloodshed. were too spent
even to cheer the arrival of the guns,
but delirious cry of Joy went up from
the women and children who had been
packed into every room Of the spacious
building. That shrill sound, the heart
rending appeal Of womanhood for sue
cor, changed the American marines
from men taded by long run through
humid heat and continuous struggle
against heavy odds during the last
three-quarters Of q mile into beings OF
almost superhuman energy. The Cat.
lings wheeled into position on either
side Of stunted palm tree which oc-
cupied the center of the lawn, and fire
was opened with the rapidity and pre-
cision born Of long hours of training.
Each gun literally sprayed lead on
the horde in front. At point blank
range the machine gunner docs not
take aim-he merely pumps deadly
hail into the smoke and dust, and
nothing can live within its periphery.
The effect of the Gatlings was instan-
taneous. Demoniac forms would spring
forward vaguely out Of the murk, only
to crumple up with bloodcurdling yells.
Nevertheless, with the advent of the,
guns the fight seemed to redouble It's
intensity. The undisciplined mob, act
ing now entirely on its own volition,
obeying no leader, blind. Infatuated,
dividing its forces.
BY the mercy of Providence none-
among the rioters thought Of this OBJ
vious bit oe strategy. Where the battle
ragged thickest was the point on which
each furious wave of the assault flung
itself. The one faint clement Of control
centered around Buddhist priest
whose lunatic vaporings had led to the
outbreak. Unarmed, his eyes ablaze.
this wretch screamed threats of lowest
hell to towards and promises Of unend-,
ing Nirvana to the believers who would
exterminate the foreign devils. With
him was an acolyte who beat an I'm
mense bronze gong, and the shrieks Of
the priest, the thunder of the gong,
served to rally the maddened mob.
And so the human holocaust went on,
the defense losing one man to q hun
dred Of the enemy, but still losing,
since that hard pressed islet of civiliza-
ton could less afford to lose one than
the ocean Of barbarism hundred.
| And then, when the struggle was ut
its height, when mems hearts wero
bursting and parched tongues lolled
out through arid lips, when the mind
reeled and the mere lust of killing
gave way to On automaton-like aiming
''into the brown of Them" great voice
with the clarion sound of a trumpet
came from among the attackers. In
stantly there was lull in the firing.
Again that marvellous voice sounded,
and the mob's rifles and matchlocks
were now wholly silenced.
| A light breeze lifted and swept aside
the heavy pail Of smoke, and tho
astounded white men discovered that
every native within sight was stretched
face down on the ground, while tall
man, richly attired, whose garments
suggested some caliph Of romance rath-
er than a modern Chinese dignitary,
strobe rapidly forward. Whosoever he
might be this amazing parsonage had
most commanding individuality. The