Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1916-08-27
BY CLIFF WHEATLEY
Especial Staff Correspondent

And down the valleys of Jones;
/ hurry apaee to stay in the race,
And wish / was at home.
Private William Harvey Stewart.
Six miles from Macon and Camp
Harris with perspiration and army
sweat pouring from his fair forehead
this same W. H. S. broke into the
ranks of the immortal, and his per.
spired forehead must now be bedecked
in the sacred wreath of the poets, who
have successfully found their way up
the long hill to the heights of Parnas-
sns William Stewart, when a student
at the Americas High school, never
aspired to become a poet; indeed, A.
H. S. never knew that poet resided
in the classic walls of the school out
in Rees Park, but since becoming a
soldier, wv. H." has developed poet
it's, and is the bane of the regiment.
First Sergent Guerry, when asked
for the correct definition Of hike in
the school for non-commissioned offic-
ers said it was composed of two in
prn9{onfc ~ ha
suspecting something asked Top"
what the components were, and Serg-
ent Query replied, ut is composed of
five per cent energy, and twenty-five
per cent sweat" And those remarks
must be recorded in the annals of
time. A hike is something as Sergeant
Query describes. Sherman made a
definition about war once that would
suit hike fine. The late Northern gen.
eral must have been hiking when he
told what war was. Early Thursday
morning, when the whip-poor-wil
over near the field hospital were
chirping merrily, and before the sun
had got up for breakfast, the wind
tanners, led by Drum Major Joiner
started playing the "Old Gray Bonnet"
for the boys of the Second to begin
the longest hike of the encampment.
And at six o'clock, after partaking of
tempting viands, including salad,
which was prepared by First Sergeant
Query, led by Colonel Thomas, on
horse, the long and weary march be-
gan. After navigating three miles
Private Stewart began to see little
black devils dancing in front of his
eyes, and halt was made to drive
them from the scene. At four miles
from camp, the boys of the Second
regiment enjoyed their first rest of the
morning. Company I was placed in
front of beautiful home surrounded
by large pines, and not the place for a
battle at all. But after five minutes
a little boy, who had been caught
stealing jam from the pantry was led
to the rear room, and his mother be-
gan to infict his just reward. The
sounds of the means and groans, and
the crashing of teeth reached the ears
of Company men, and interest picked
up Immediately. A second later the
switch broke and the family brush was
brought up to reinforce the mater
familias." When the resoundine
whacks reached Company /, Lieuten-
ant had to have his little joke,
and remarked that, 1.-The artillery had
opened up in the rear" Al this time
the blame bugle began footing and
once more the tramp of the soldiers
began. Six miles from camp, the reg
iment was ordered to begin the home
ward march, and the stock of THE
Gray Bonnet" boys took a squirt until
it erached away above par. At nine
thirty to the tune of the old familiar
hymn, Its a Long Way to Upper
ary," the Second regiment entered
headquarters street, and the long
march was over. Hikes seem to be
more popular with the officers, that IS
the mounted ones. and are destined to
be part of the Camp Harris routine.
Ten miles were made in the Thursday
hike, and the weather was much cooler
than it was a week ago, when the