Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1921-11-10

But far above, lowered from the
great bulk of the dome, the brood
ing figure of Freedom watched
too, as though it said "Well done"
to the servant, faithful unto death,
asleep there in the vast, dim cham
Der below.
No Honor too Great.
Americas s unknown dead is home
from France, and the nation has
no honor too great for him. In
him, it pays its unstinted tribute
of pride and glory to all those
sleeping in France. 1t was their
home coming today; their day of
days in the heart Of the nation.
Sodden skies and chilling rain
seemed to mark the mourning of
America at the bier of this un-
known hero. But from the high
est officials to the last soldier or
marine or blue jacket rain and cold
meant nothing beside the desire to
do honor to the honor soldier.
The ceremonies were brief. They
began when the boom of saluting
cannon down the river signalled the
coming of the great gray cruiser
Olympia.
Ship Swings into Dock.
Slowly the ship swung into her
dock. Along her rails stood her
crew at attention and with a SOL
emn expression. Astern, under the
long, gray muzzle of gun that
echoed its way into history more
than 20 years ago in Manila Bay,
lay the flag-draped casket. Above
,ts hnld nff fha
the inner side of the canvas lined
with great American flags. At at
tention stood five sailors and ma
rines as guards of honor.
Below on the old dock at WASH
ington navy yard, a regiment OF
cavalry waited, sabres at present,
at the black draped cafsson with
its six black horses to carry the
casket to the capitol. The troop
ers faced toward the ship as she
swung broadside to her place ana
the gangway was lifted to her quar-
terdeck. To their right mounted
band stilled its restless horses.
Guard Stands at Attention.
On the ship the files of her ma
rine guard stood at attention. Rear
Admiral J.. II. Chandler, who es-
corted this dead private soldier
across the Atlantic, was garbed In
the full, formal naval dress as were
officers of his staff.
AS the ships bell changed out
"eight bells" four o'clock, and the
hour set for arrival-the bugles
rang again and the crew again
lined the rails. The marine guard
filed down the gangway to face
the troopers across the dock, the
sbip's hand came down and formed
beyond the marines. On deck at
the gangway head, four side boys
took their place on each side. the
hoatswain waiting behind them TO
nine A. dead comrade over the slde
with honors accorded only to full
admirals.
Army and Navy Chiefs.
Cars bearing Secretaries weeks
and DENLY, Assistant Secretary
wainwright, General Pershins.
Major General Harbord. Admiral
Coontz and Major General Le-
ieune, the marine commandant.
and their aides rolled up These
highest officers of the army ana
navy formed in line facing the
open space between the troops ana
marines.
On deck bugles called attention.
Petty officers Stepped forward TO
raise the casket. Forward gun
crashed the first roll Of the min
ute guns of sorrow. The Olympia 3
band sounded Chopin's funeral
march and to the slow half step
and carried high on the shoulders
of his navy and marine corps
comrades, the unknown was lifted
down to the deck
Admiral Chandler and his aides
came behind. cooked hats off In
the cold rain Below, cabinet men,
hers also stood bareheaded. army
and navy officers at salute.
Last Salute Of the Sea.
AS the casKet passed over the
side to the plank, the wall of the
bosun's pipe shrilled the last sa-
Lutte of the sea to the dead 1t
sounded oddly against the back
ground of the dirge and as the
sound of the pipe died away. the
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