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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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