Bisbee daily review., 1919-04-13


 over mountain, through valleys, into
 the hamlets and into the cities-they ! were answering the beckoning call of the American eagle, whose shriIl T scream of distress had thrilled their hearts with patriotic pride They were Americans, every one of them, and they had shouldered rifles in de fence of the principles for which Old Glory has always stood. They were I Dixie Volunteers.
 The cotton fields of snowy white
 that they left behind them would never be forgotten and the old fESA- | toned melodies which nanny had hushed them to sleep by when theS | were just plain kids still gripped | them. Nanny was still in their l hearts-mammy always would be. i As the ferry boat moved over from | the Jersey side of the North River, with its cargo of black doughboys, ! the ripple in the waves of the old river seemed to become silent and from the throats of hundreds of them there reverberated an old song of the south It came from the throats of hundreds, but it sounded soft and sweet and low. They were humming
 
 Am Bending Low" And they were coming-by the thousands.
 Hundreds Greet Boat
 At the head of pier No. 59, which lies at the end of 14th street in little old New York the boat silently slipped into its berth. While she was making fast to the pier hundreds of faces that beamed with smiles greeted the crew of a British merchant vessel that was to take them over there" Most of them had never before seen so much water and if you had told them six months previous about the big fldating palaces of the sea you would have gotten an argument. They just couldn't believe it. Now they were seeing all, and it was great They'd tell nanny and sister and brother and pap and grandma and grandpap all about it when they got back. Ana sweetheart would get quite line also. l Yesindeed.
 The gang-plank was being lowered. | On the dock second lieutenant was pacing up and down as if the burden | of the whole war was upon his round | ed shoulders. From some part of the l ship someone yelled, Say boss, is they ainy place round here what | hires out sea-hosses." They all | laughed but the lieutenant, who was attempting to curl a three-week moustache. Some of them were talk ing about war risk insurance, others were wondering how deep the ocean was when suddenly the clown of the ship made his appearance and reply 4n 2 renting a "sea hoss" he laughingly in- formed his admirers. Now I knows why all them thar shave-taiIs wears spurs. It's cause they expects to ride off on a sea hoss in case we all gets torpedowed."
 The second lieutenant did a right light of his critics.
 "When Do We Eat'
 Soon they were to embark. Some Another one interrogated, "Is this a dry town?" and in the inclosure that carries wagons and automobiles in times of peace a quartette extraor- dinary was singing, We are real good soldiers looking for that kaiser man." And they meant it.
 The order of sling backs was given, a first sergeant hurried them along down the gang plank and soon they were sheltered beneath the roof of coffee scented dock. Across the way at anchor lay British merchantmen that had been trooping since the out break of the war. At the head of the gang-plank stood the first and second mate and along the rail stokers, fire men, seamen and the gun crew stood idly watching their new guests They had never before carried any coIored troops and it was all new to them.
 One We'll Supplied
 A dusky little corporal was holding conversation with a private He was reprimanding the private. What you all dOin with all that ammunition, man" he asked, 'I haint got mo an forty rounds, man." he replied. "Wen, man don't you all know dat youse only lowed twenty rounds Certainly, knows" retorted the private, But doan you all thing it will come i'll handy to blow ma self up in case we all gets sunk
 Soon the regimental baggage pulled |, along side the dock. The baggage de- tail were singing, "Way down wonder in that Corn fi-eee-ld." The colonel in command, who truly appreciated i the qualities and characteristics of the negro yelled out, Hurry them birds up, they'll have plenty of time to | think about the corn fields and the battlefields, too" There wasn't a man in this whole regiment but what would have gone to hell for that colonel | He knew them and they understood him.
 A Gruff Old StogIe
 A bond of real soldierly affection l eMsted' They would admit that the i old man was "a gruff old stogie," but ! they loved him just the same. Late- | on the writer had the plea5ure ot | meeting the colonel one day in his | cabin when he was in a very remin- | iscent mood. l asked him what it | was that held the regiment together. | 4 finer disciplined lot l have never i seen while under orders. He told ! me that he had built up the regiment