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About Hemingford herald. (Hemingford, Box Butte County, Neb.) 1895-190? | View Entire Issue (Aug. 26, 1898)
Vi p waww (W. t T nv f HOW ONE FEKL3 IN BATTIjB X reporter for the New York 'World, ent to gather from tho men now In hospital expressions ns to how they felt "JUBt before the battle," put the direct question to Private C. F. McCoy, fl tho Marino hospital, Staten Island. For a moment he wore a puxxlcd look. "Well, I guess." ho said, after a while, "I Just felt ordinary llkonot exactly as If X wcro going to dinner, butt well, Just ordinary. "I uuppose, llko all the boys, I want, ed a good, hard whack at tho Span, lards, but nothing could knock It Into my head that I was going to bo hurt myself. Naturally, feeling like thatl wasn't scared. Thero was JUst ono lit tlo bit of difference to ordinary times. We all wanted to bo more loving-like to one another. When you are talking to a comrade and there Is a chance that ono or tho other, or maybe both, will bo dead men In a few hours well, you naturally want to leave, things Just as nice as you can. "Some of tho boys who had tobacco and tobacco was mighty scarce down there passed It round to tho other chaps, saying, 'Here, boys, take a bit, wo may not bo together again " Louts Dorsey is only 18 years old, and probably Joined tho rough rlderB with all a boy's romanticism about the mov ing scenes of war. "I Was not afraid," ho said, "but somehow X could not help feeling that I was never going to seo my homo again, and I went over to my mate, Ed Piper, my fellow townsman, to shako his hand and say good-by. "I was wondering what mother would think of It JUBt when tho order to ad vance came. I was stationed with the Sims-Dudley dynamite gun, and when we moved Into (ho lino of flro I clean forgot everything, and all I wanted was to shoot Spaniards." A devout Methodist's confidence In tho Almighty was John Hondrlok's strong support when tho order cama to his company to tako Its placo In lln.o "I had no fear of being killed," ho said, as he sat propped up by pillows, for he Is as yet unablo to leave his cot, "becauso I asked tho tordjbrlng me cout of it alive, andfWa sure he would do It. You see," ho added, as he show ed his wound, "I didn't ask not to be wounded, Just to get out alive was what I wanted, and here I am." "Your flrot feeling, then, was lo pray," tho reporter asked. . "Surer "And when you had said your pray ers?" "Well, I suppose I began thinking about my mother and brothers and. sis ters, but I reckoned they'd be all right, for I had confidence In the Lord. I wanted to get where t could fight best, not that I had any enmity to the Span lards personally I forg've the man who shot me but I 'Itstwd because 1 bated them as a nation and I hated their dirty doings In Cuba." Corporal Andrew Tretschmer confess ed to a slight feeling of nervousness. "I wouldn't have been a man If I was nervous for more than a minute, for the coolest and bravest man in the army led us. Even a born coward couldn't help feeling brave when led by Colonel Hugh Thacker, When we were dodging shells he walked right along the front of the line, cheering us on and never bending his head." One soldier, who did not wish his name published, declared that the only hlng troubling him was how long the fighting would delay the dinner hour. "I waa Just hungry a real good ap petite, and I only considered the fight ing as a kind of grace before meat," he said. Hor Pup Followed HIsPlpo. A young woman entered the smoking car of a Brooklyn elevated train last week wearing a large cape, which con cealed something. She lqoked delft Ontly at the men who scrutinized her and took the only vacant seat, which happened to be next an Irish working man, who was filling half the air with smoke from a small clay pipe. The curious quickly found an ex planation of the young woman's bold entrance of the smoker when she threw her cape aside and revealed a young fox terrier, which seemed happy to get fres hair. The wprklngman watched the puppy Interestedly and sent a cloud of smoke into the air In staccato puffs. The young woman coughed, frowned, and aid sharply: "What a horrible pipe; why don't you throw it away?" - v1f "This' Is 'tho smoker, miss," "replied the Irishman. "What if It Ib? How Is a lady going to breahe In the presence of a thing like that?" "Why don't you throw the dog away?" Bald the man. "I'll show you what to throw away, you brute," said tho woman. She snatched the worklngman'a pipe from bis mouth and threw It out on the station platform, which had Just been reached. The bereft man glared for a moment, at the angry woman, and, like a flash, seized the fox terrier by the nape ol the neck and landed the dog outside the car -window on the; platform. Tho woman screamed and ran out ol the car. She rushed through the gate and "when the laughing passenger looked put of th,e windows as the train drew away they beheld the puppy trot ting toward its mistress bearing In ltr mouth the Irishman's clay pipe. Among the Kols of Central India 8 sham fight always accompanies the Wedding ceremony, In Persia a bon flr&always plays an important part lr thVmarrlage ceremony, the service be. Jng, read over In frontof It STORY OP TWO BROTHERS. Mrs. Richard O'Dowd of 2100 O street has received a brief letter from her son, IUchard Montgomery O'Dowd, a corporal In company D of tho Sixteenth United States Infantry, at Santiago, Informing her of the death of her eldest son, John Roger O'Dowd, a private In company A, Seventh United States In fantry. Thero Ib a singular circumstance con nected with tho O'Dowd boys. John had been In tho army and navy alto gether for more than twenty years, and when the war broke out waa stationed in Colorado, where he leaves a wife and ono child. Ills mother and brother did not know what regiment he was in, and did not know where ho was lo cated until they heard of his death, as ho had not written home in a long time, Richard has also been In the army for a number of enlistments, and for many years had acted as quarter master's clerk. He studied law, and was admitted to the bar in Boise City, Idaho, 'where ho has practiced for a numbrr of years. When the war was declared he too enlisted In tho regular army, and was assigned to the Six teenth regiment and went to Cuba. The brothers did not meet cither In camp or on board the transports, but on tho first day of the fight before San tlajo the Seventh and Sixteenth regi ments were lined up Bide by side In tho "thickest of thev encounter. One of tho first to fall was John Roger O'Dowd. As tho day was drawing to a close, Corpbral O'Dowd was informed by a comrade that a private named O'Dowd had been picked up among tho killed. He searched for the dead body.knowlng ihat John was somewhere In the army, and to his great grief found that It waa his brother. Immediately, while tho fighting wns still In progress, ho took from his pocket a little notebook and wroto a few lines to his mother In this city Informing her of his sad dis covery of his brother's death, and sent it to tho rear so that it would be mailed to her In case of his own death. He informed her then that tho bullets were flying thick and fast;- about him at tho time ho wrote, and perhaps long before sheahould receive tho note.he too might UQnumuereu among tno aoaa. This Is all tho information that Mr. O'Dowd haa received from her two sons at thx front, except seeing John R. O'Dowd's name mentioned In the list of killed, and an unofficial and uncon firmed report that her other son had also been severely wounded. The brief letter also stated that her eldest son, as ho lay dying on tho field, had taken off his ring and placed It In tho hand, of a comrade to give to his mother In case ho ever reached Washington alive. In addition to Mrs. O'Dowd's grief over her sons, her husband, who fought' all through tho Mexican war, now lies at tho point of death In this city, nearly 70 years of age. He was for forty vears a clerk In one of the departments., Mrs. O'Dowd has made an effort at the war department to have the body of her son removed to"1 this city, but fears that she will be unsuccessful. A Fnstldloua Thief. Chicago police ore looking for u gen tleman. They are also looking for a thief. The genHeman and tho thief will bo one and the same person, a man of excellent Judgment and an ex pert In his profession. Tho detective who discovers this an omalous personage will be clever, for more clever than the ordinary run cf his supposedly clever class. He may And a gentleman tallying with his description an apparently well-bred fellow, dressed in a suit of gray sum mer tweed, new and faultless tailored, a soft felt hat of pale gray, a pink cheviot shirt, pink silk underwear and plaid silk hose; a walking stick and yellow gloves will complete the toilet. Then, again, the person called for may be attired like a tramp. He may be ragged and unkempt; he may be rough; he may be a regular hobo. The difficulties In a search of this kind are apparent. Still the search will be vigorous and the burglar may be caught. If he Is a gentleman at the time of his arrest he will be wearing the pick of an extensive wardrobe be longing to E. C. Marble of River Forest, whose house he looted on Sunday night. Mr. Marble and his family were out for the evening and the burglar had plenty of time for selecting his ap propriations. That he was careful and used the very best of taste'ls evidenced .by that which was left behind. ... ,-?-..- ,. Jjl utcin ivuiiicr uv (jiiuau iwryiJB Jiaoi wear, msteaa oi cnir or rcngnsh enamel and a $5 hat he picked from three others valued at $3.50. The thief went through the houso sys tematically, turning the contonts of every drawer onto the floor. He even looked for treasure under the corners of the carpets and turned the pictures face to the wall lest there might bo something behind them. When he had done all these things and had eaten a bite betimes he made an elaborarte toilet. Then he thought fully lowered the gaB, turned the latch j in tho front door and stepped out as might a king from his own palace. In his vest pocket were $65, two diamond rings valued at $150, a diamond brooch worth $100 and $100 worth of small Jewelry, The exhaust from steam engines is silenced by ja. new muffler,, formjjd of a series of curved ehajnbdrs of increasing capacity, separated by asbestos girnzo partitions. Bicycle saddles are being made In Germany with the rear un.der portion formed into a leather 'pouch, with the flap secured by snap buttons, to pro vide a receptacle for tools. AMj lost, but honor. Wo were waiting for a train at a Georgia railroad station when a funnel shaped cloud apcared In the southwest, and it was remarked that a thunder shower was probable. A native stepped forward after awhile and took a long squint at the cloud and then drawling ly said; "That'B ono o' them cyclones, that Is, and everybody what don't to be blown away had better git Into a ditch." The station agent took a took and agreed that It would bo prudent to go Into hiding. Thero were eleven of us, and wo went up the track a Tew rods and took cover In tho deep ditch. Wo hadn't been thero over five minutes when a cyclone enmo sweeping up the valley with a wild shriek, and If we hadn't hung onto each other all would have been blown out of the ditch. It wns over In fifteen Beconds, but It took tho station house, fences and trees along, and the big plno forest to tho north had a swath forty rods wide cut through Its center. Half a mile above us was a cabin, and after the storm threo or four of us set out to the rescue of the people. Tho forest trees had been uprooted and dashed about utnll wo felt sure that the people of the houso had met Instant death. After a hard Journey wo reached tho place. Tho house was gone, and every tree around It leveled, and we were sure that tho people of tho house had met Instant death. After a hard Journey we reach ed the place. Tho house was gone and every tree around It leveled, and we were moving about In search of the victims when we heard a woman call: "Hey, Sam, Is that you over thar'?" "No, It ain't mel" responded a man's voice In tho opposite direction. Wo soon came upon both. They were pinned down by the branches of the trees, but neither one was much hurt. As soon as the woman was released she walked over to the man without a word to us and said: "So, smarty, what did I tell you!" "Nuthln'," replied the man, sulkily. "Yes, I did. I said It was goin' to be ono o' them cyclones." "And I said It --was goin to bo a Whirlwind, and so it was." ' "It was a cyclone!" "It was a whirlwind I" "This seems to be a queer time to be disputing about trifles," said the colonel, qb he pried the man loose. "Your house, fences and everything else has been blown away, and both of you have escaped death only by a mir acle." The pair limped along with us. to the remnants of the house and sat down about ten feet apart, and as wo were ready to go the man said: -; "Thankee, strangers. A rlppln old whirlwind, wasnt it?" ''And I'm also much oblecged, and It was a regular cyclone, wasn't It?" "It was a whirlwind!" "It was a cyclone!" As wo made our way through the (-tangle we heard a yell from the man. followed by a scuffle. The wife had him by the hair, and we felt that-she muBt Boon bring him over to tho cy clone Bide. A Mixed Ad. It Is seldom that the modern news paper, with its close scrutiny of every thing that enters Its columns, allows on error to be printed which will al low enjoyment on the part of the hu morously inclined. The Brooklyn Ea gle, a typographical model, allowed It self to get a notice In Its columns of religious announcements last Sunday that transformed the preliminaries of a church service Into a series of gig gles. The Classon Avenue Phcsbyterlan church always carries an advertise ment of the services in the Sunday Eagle. The regular announcement waa handed In to the advertising depart ment of that paper en Saturday night and there was nothing In It to moke even an office boy laugh. But the city of Brooklyn laughed Sunday morning when It read this: CLASSON AVENUE PRESBYTERIAN Rooms and bath; all outside und light; splendid preaching by the Rev, Charles E. Robinson, D. D of Scranton. The attendance at the church on Sun day was something phenomenal Peo ple who had never heard of the church before took advantage of the advertise ment and wended their way to tho place of worship, bound to see what the Idea of advertising rooms and bath as an adjunct to a church service meant. The members of the congrega tion who had not seen the "ad" were 'sho'wwltibythose who had and 'great was tne merriment creaiea. vopijs oi the notice were passed around In the choir loft and the singers had doubts of their ability to do Justice to the music. - To add to the Joyousness of the oc casion, Dr. Robinson was late In ar riving, and the members who were awaiting him as a committee to escort him to the pulpit made remarks con cerning hla tardiness. Finally Dr. Robinson arrived and ex- plained that he had taken the wrong I car-whlch anybody Is liable to do In f ,,... ..,. ..,. 2l I Brooklyn. As he faced the congrega tlon every face was wreathed In smjles, and the voices of the choir carried many suspicious breaks and quavers. Dr. Robinson had not heard of tho ad vertisement and did not refer to It, but soon made the. congregation fprget It by the f6rce and vJgorMils serhpn. vThe error Is easily explained. V The man Who "made up" theirtjllgluTlSj no tices got hold of a line of type ifrom the "rooms to rent" announcements and misplaced It. What becamo of the line which It forced out of the an nouncement of the Classon Avenue Presbyterian church the Eagle Is un able to say. 4 HERO OF THE CIVII WAI1 Ex-Sheriff Charles Wells tells a re markable story of an Incident that oc curred while the Seventh Georgia regl ment wns campaigning In the valley ol Virginia. Tho hero of this wonderful feat li allvo and Is no less a person than Cap. tain James L. Bell, who dally takes hti train In and out of Atlanta on the Atlanta & West Point railroad, and ll as popular a conductor In peaco as hi Was brave and daring In war, Tho facto of this' story -while strlctlj true and known to all the surviving members of tho Seventh Georgia regl. ment, constitute one of the most won derful achievements ever performed on the theater of war, and go toward ex. plaining tho reason why whole bodlei of well disciplined men are liable to Budden and uncontrollable panics. It was during Pope's advance on Richmond that the Seventh Georgia regiment, after a day of hard and In- ceasant fighting, found Itself on the confines of a largo field, across tho cen ter of which ran a deep ravine as straight as an arrow. The exigencies of the battle had In a measure separated them from the touch of their comrades on either flank, and although the firing was Incessant all around them, no enemy was at that moment visible In their front ,. . They had Just repulsed an attack made by the Nineteenth Wisconsin regl ment. The latter had fallen back through the field and were lost to view. Dusk was fast gathering, rendering the scene Indistinct and brightening the glare of flashing musketry on all sides, tho Incessant roll and rattle of which told that the battle raged The men of tho Seventh' were weary! with a long day's fighting and were taking a needed rest, preparatory to charging In their turn, the enemy, whom they knew was concealed some where In or beyond the ravine. It was at this moment that Sergeant Bell performed this remarkable feat a feat than which no more daring act was ever attempted in ancient or mod ern warfare, and which, If It had been performed under Napoleon's eye, would have won the gallant soldier Instant promotion and tho grand cross of ths "legion of honor." While the regiment was at fatigue rest, Sergeant Bell thought he would reconnolter and, climbing over the works, he moved stealthily across the field and obliqued, so as to meet the ravine at Its head. Here he beheld a sight which almost paralyzed him. The ravine was full of federals and he run plump upon them. To retreat would have been dangerous, It was one man against hundreds, and Captain Bell determined in a moment to capture the regiment and take the colors with his own hands. Boldness was safety In this Instence, though few men would have the courage to think so; without a pause he dashed boldly forward, firing his musket Into tho ranks of the enemy, crying: "Surrender! Throw down your arms!" The Seventh Georgia heard the cries and shots and sprang across the field like bloodhounds, slipped from tho leash, but too late to rob the gallant soldier of the honor due him for his daring act, and when the leading files of the regiment appeared they beheld 800 or 00 men marching toward the works Bell had capfured them .tngle handed and alone, and taken the col ors of the Nineteenth Wisconsin regi ment with his own hands. The captured regiment was sent to the rear amid great laughter, and Ser geant Bell became the hero of the hour. Nor can It be said that the support of his own regiment enabled him to ac complish this unparalleled feat, for It was the opinion of many witnesses of of the scene that had the whole regi ment appeared, coming across the field, they would have been saluted with a volley, and an obstinate fight would have ensued, ending In the repulse of the attacking troops, but the sudden apparition of a single wild figure dart ing out of the gloom, yelling and fir ing into their midst, so disconcerted them that they yielded to a general panic, and were prisoners almost beforo they knew It. For when Sergeant Bell dashed at them at the head of the ravine, first one man rose up and surrendered, then another, and another, and In less than two minutes they were all prisoners, and the colors of the Nineteenth "Wis consin were in Bell'B hands. The hero of this incident Is a hale, handsome man, about 45, with grizzled hair and mustache. He Is as modest as he Is brave and the story told here camo from the lips of his comrades, who were with him and who witnessed the remarkable feat on that October day. In 1891, In conversation with a friend, Captain Bell expressed a great desire to' know the fate of the gallant color bearer, 'whom he had met on the field of battle so long ago, and whom he had always regarded as a brave, herolo soldier. '. .'., ,.., v. U1 '"" i.. .- " consln paper a little notice to the ef- feet that the color bearer of the Nine teenth Wisconsin regiment, if still alive, would please confer with James I Bell. Atlanta, Ga. The result of the notice was an Interesting correspond ence in which the death of John Faller, the color bearer, was told of. On one occasion a well-to-do cobbler, who, in the cqurse of his long wedded life had burled three wives, about whose graves he had erected a handsome headtstone, on resolving not to marry a fourth, Instructed the sculptor to engrave under the name of the third the brief but appropriate Inscription: "A Shoemaker's Last" SCOVAIi STORY OF THE SLAP General Shaf ter struck mo In the face. Tho blow was stinging, quick and abso lutly unlooked for. I answered It Such waa my offense In the public square of Santiago after the close of tho entrance ceremonies July 17, 1898. I had not signed tho "Articles of War," nover having applied for a mili tary license. Nevertheless, I was under control, and should have borno General Shatter's blow. Whether General Shat ter had any provocation for striking me aptfeara In the following detailed ac count of tho whole affair. Enough men cognizant of the matter are now in New York to substantiate this presentation of an Incident whose occurrences I nat urally regret. I have awaited their coming before making any statement whatsoever to the public. Meanwhile, the published accounts have been false, inasmuch as they have told only half the truth. Had I really done the things gen erally ascribed to me I should and cer tainly would nave been shot Grant would have ordered a court-martial for that purpose. Shatter would surely have done so. Shortly after tho American flag was to be raised over Santiago palace I assisted Lieutenant Mtley to gain the roof where was the flagstaff. General rShafter's son-In-law, a civilian ap pointee, and Lleutenant'WHeelerson of General Wheeler, were already there. There was no prohibition, expressed or implied, as to my going upon the foot. Soon after Lieutenant Mlley ascended I gained the extreme rear portion of the roof practically another paft of It. My head and Bhoulders alono were above the ridge. I was fully thirty feet from the flagstaff, was out of Bight from the officers in the square below, and could bo ueen only from tho ex treme opposite ride of the square. In no sense was I an Intruder and cer tainly I had io such intention. I had chCBen that position to be able to ob serve accurately every movement In the raising of the. flag, and mako that the feature of my account of the cere monies. This minute observation could not bo had from the square below on account of a low parapet Lieutenant Wheeler saw me on the roof, bowed and smiled. Later Captain McKlttrick, General Shatter's son-in-law, turned and saw me taking notes. He asked Lieutenant Mlley: "Who Is that man?" I answered, giving my name. Lieu tenant Mlley ordered me down. Why this staff ofllcer dislikes mc Is another story, entailing as it does the telling of tho shameful reasons why we lost bo many men at the taking of San Juan, Cuba. I obeyed the order to leave the roof, but did not move as quickly as Lieu tenant Mlley wished, and he called down to General Shafter: "There is a man on the roof who won't get down." The answer waB: "Throw him down." But even before Lieutenant Mlley had spoken to the rcneral I was upon the tree which served as a ladder. Be fore he had finished I had descended and Btood In the palace door, where a throng was gathered watching tho sol diers. The flag ascended, the band played the "Star Spangled Banner," and then everyone formally congratulated Gen eral Shafter as representing a victorious nation. After the principal congratula tions Mr. De Arlnas of the Sun pro posed to General Shatter that the sol diers be allowed to cheer the flag. I seconded the suggestion made by Mr. De Armas. General Shafter seemed pleased, and stepped toward the ranks. All the men watched him. He apoke to an officer there. That ofllcer turned about, faced the lines, and called for "three cheers for General Shafter." The men smiled. They cheered faintly. The commander-in-chief became In tensely irritated. Apparently the officer had misunderstood General Shatter's order, and either that fact or the faint response to the call for cheers infur iated his chief. Although I .lotlced General Shatter's anger, I did not heed ns much as I should have that he was very angry. What chiefly concerned me at the mo ment was that presently I should have to leave the palace to forward my dis patches, and I sincerely desired to make an explanation to General Shafter concerning my presence on the roof. Had I paused to consider how the gen eral was more than annoyed by the blunder us to the cheering. I should, of course, have realized that It was an Inopportune m ment to make my desired explanation to him. And so, unfortunately, while he was yet angry I approached him. Before I had finished explaining to him that I was tho man who had been on the roof, but that I certainly had no intention of caus.lng any trouble there, he used the -nost violent language In denouncing all correspondents as llais and nuisances. His exact words are not fit for publication. I should have remalnod silent Accord ing to military custom, a subordinate should put his feelings In his pocket But I told General Shafter he should not use such language to me.' He had taken a Btep aw iy while I spoke, but now he turned very quickly for one of his weight he weighs 310 pounds and 1 weigh ISO pounds and with tho force of his swing and an advancing step, William R. Shafter, major general, com manding the Fifth army corps, struck me a full-arm blow in the face. Of the previous thirty hours I had been In the saddle olghteon, had slept four and had worked hard the otherB. I had eaten nothing for eighteen hours, I had neither the strength nor the nerve to stiffen myself against such a sudden, unexpected blow, and thought lessly, without premeditation and ot the natural Impulse of the moment 1 returned It I waa quickly drawn away by several staff officers, and I said to General Shafter exactly this: "You a major general commanding a United States army you ought to be ashamed ot yourself." I said nothing else. Many heard and saw all that took place. The general (.hen eald: "Take a file of soldiers and detain that man. Let no one see him." He took a step toward the palace, stopped, turned and said, "Let no one speak to htm " Another step, General Shafter stopped and eald "Let no one come anywhere near him. And finally, the fourth time, the gen eral, now quite near the palace door, shouted, "You bo sure that no ono comes near that man." I was handed over to the Spanish au thorities and placed, Incommunicado, In tho town Jail. It I had been the aggresscr, If I had been alone In the wrong, I can not doubt, nor will anyone who knows Gen eral Shatter doubt, that I would havo been court-martialed for my life. Now York Too Big For Him. "New York Is too big for me," sighed the clerk In a Nassau street office, ,vand I want to go back to my dear natlvo land. I've lived here now for going on two years, and the feeling ot Btrangeness and of Immensity and dls-' tance Is fully nB Btrong now as' It was the fjrst day I landed here. In my town, In the west and It had over 200,000 people, bo It Is no village I knew a letter carrier or two, a policeman on tho beat where I lived and another on tho beat where I worked. I knew the milk man and tho huckster; I knew tho fruit stand men; ameng the clerks in! the stores where I did my dealing I had several very pleasant storo acquaint ances, and I was on terms with half a dozen street car conductors and driv ers. Of course, the acquaintance was a business one, and I did not claim any social recognition, but I had a speak ing acquaintance, and It was agreeable to me to be greeted by any or all of them with a smile or a nod or a 'good morning.' But hero It Is all so different I guess the humanity is rushed or crowded out of everybody. I know that all my attempts at friendliness are re pelled with a freezing formality that reminds me of swell society. It Is worse, for there Is a sense of suspicion, and I feel that I am watched as if I had sinister designs of some kind, I don't recall ever having been a police man or letter carrier smile when on duty, and once or twice, when I was feeling good and attempted to be a bit frivolous with them, 1 was frowned down ns If I had been guilty of a breach of etiquette. Indeed, I always feel In addressing them as if they resented my speaking to them without an Introduc tion. I have found policemen some dif ferent In Brooklyn, but it Is nearly as far to Brooklyn as it Is out home, and I can't go there for relief, from tho strain. I have been in a good many New York stores, and In rome of them a good many times, but, with out excep-' tlon, the clerks never recognize me when I come again, and If in thought-) less exuberatlon I have said 'good morn ing' to one of them, as one naturally would in meeting something familiar In the desert of Sahara, while I might be' greeted in the Fame words, the tone of the speaker made them sound as if the clerk was thinking, 'what fell?' Yes, New York Is too big. It Is 3,1)00, 000 of people divide? up into 3,000 so-' cletles of 1,000 each, and Sf you get out ot your thousand you are viewed with alarm and pointed at with suspicion by all the other thousands." Story of a Quartermaster. It would seem as If some of the boys at Santiago were in about as big a hurry to get home ns they were to get there, and for a better reason. Old sol diers say that np army ever suffered so much In so short a time without reason as our troops around Santiago, and there Is going to be a lot of inqui ries and investigations and crimina tions and recriminations before we get through talking about it. They tell a story of a German-American regiment, which landed one night In a rain so heavy that It seemed as if the bottom had dropped out of the sky, without tents or blankets or ponchos, or any form of shelter. Everybody seemed to think it was the quartermaster's fault The colonel overhauled him, the lieu tenat colonel gave him a blowing up, the surgeon swore at him, and he got' it on ail sides from the three majors and every captain in the regiment. Fi nally, when his patience w'aB entirely exhausted a sergeant from one of the companies Inquired when tho tents would be up. "Sumdimes or never," was the tart reply. "Well, Dutchy," was the Impertinent reply, "can't you give my men somo blankets or ponchos or something?" "Yes, by gosh! I gib dem ebory tings they vants anyhow altogether. Yust tell 'em ebery man gets a hair mat tress and a silk umprella. By goshl You fellows dinks I can do eberydlngs?" he cried, growing furious, "You dinks I makes dis rain I You dinks I make dla war! You dinks I was Bresldonts Mc Glnkly and Sheneral Miles and ebery old ting! I didn't ask you to gum to dls war! You sit on the steps and you gry cause you don't get ordered al. retty, und now ven you get here you don't lak It any more und gome blame of the quardermaster! I saw to -- mil war, to mlt Spain, to mlt obery. tings!" and he turned Into the dark to hide his emotion. The transport Gate City, from San tiago, has arrived oft Montauk Point and Is being inspected by quarantine officers. G A I I Jit. jr m V N v JW- V i-.flO.n..iv:- faiy-