{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3372", "width": "2131", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "tlks In 7 4\\nBook\\nhtN\\ncoF^Jucirr deposit.", "height": "3308", "width": "2011", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3308", "width": "2011", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "HISTORY OF TROOP A IN\\nTHE SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3308", "width": "2011", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE HISTORY OF\\nTROOP A\\nNew York Cavalry U. S.V.\\nfrom\\nMay 2 to November 28, 1898\\nin the\\nSpanish-American War\\nPUBLISHED BT THE TROOP\\nFOR PR IF ATE CIRCULATION\\nR. H. RUSSELL, NEW YORK\\n1899", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "^^\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*^qf65,rti?f^\\nTWO COPIES HEOEIVELD,\\nl^ /brarv of f\\nOffice of tho\\nC\\\\\\nCopyright, 1899,\\nUv WILUAM C. CAMMANN\\nFIRST COPY,", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "List of Editors\\nWILLIAM C. CAMMANN, Chairman,\\nF. LAWRENCE LEE,\\nEDWARD LIDDON PATTERSON,\\nSTOWE PHELPS,\\nIRVING RULAND.\\nThe sincere thanks of the Editors are due Mr. Franklin\\nB. Morse for his pen-and-ink sketches.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nPAGE\\nEditors Note 9\\nOrdered Out A. Rene Moen .13\\nCamp Black Francis C. Huntington 17\\nSentry Duty James T. Terry 31\\nCamp Alger F. Lawrence Lee 35\\nDetail to Purchase Horses E. Mortimer Ward 81\\nFrom Camp Alger to Torto\\nRico Stowe Phelps 93\\nUnloading Horses Leonard S. Homer 107\\nThe Camp at Ponce Irving Ridand .115\\nThe Mess\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a Mess Jatnes T. Terry .133\\nThe Frelinghuysen Lancers Leland S. Stillman 139\\nSpecial Delivery Thomas Slidell 195\\nThe Ciales Expedition George O. Redington 171\\nDetail to Guayama Fritz W. Hoeninghaiis 185\\nThe Capture of Coamo John C. Breckenridge 189\\nBaggage Detail to Coa.mo Robert Emmet .195\\nA Little Journey in the\\nWorld Harry J. Fisher 209", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "4 Contents\\nPAGE\\nLes Invalides John H. hdin .214\\nWith General Miles to\\nCOAMO Willicun C. Camjnann 225\\nAn Errand of Mercy Charles F. Carjisi 241\\nSanta Isabel Hetiry I. Riker .251\\nDetail to Utuado Frank Outerbridge 255\\nDetail to Goto John D. Lannon 293\\nThe Second Invasion of\\nSanta Isabel William R. Wright 275\\nSome Experiences of the\\nGoMMissARY Department Henry M. Ward 287\\nOrdered Home Ar/hur M. Blake 303\\nCommissions Edward L. Patterson 313\\nIn Memoriam ,42\\nMuster-Out Roli ^.a-x", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Illustrations\\nTroop A New York Volunteer QzNdXxy Frontispiece\\nFACING\\nPAGE\\nCaptain Badgley 13\\nTaking the Oath 17\\nCamp Black 20\\nMess Camp Black 20\\nPolice Duty at Camp Black 24\\nGeneral Roe and Staff 24\\nLining Up for Mess Camp Black 31\\nPicket Line Camp Black 31\\nCamp Alger 35\\nThe Midway \u00e2\u0080\u0094Camp Alger 38\\nPolice Duty Camp Alger 42\\nGrooming the Mole 46\\nThe Cooks 48\\nFighting on Foot 52\\nWatering from Pails Camp Alger 54\\nLie Down, Lobster 56\\nOrderly 58\\nThe Sergeants 60\\nSwimming Horses in Canal, Great Falls, Md 62\\nBringing Horses from Woods Camp Alger 66\\nNorman s Woe 70\\nCamp near Great Spring, Va 72\\nPacking Up 74\\nWagon-train 7^\\nMap cf Practice March in Virginia 78", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Illustrations\\nPACING\\nPAGE\\nBranding Horses 81\\nWatering Horses at Chain Bridge, Md 84\\nHalt in Woods 86\\nGoing into Camp 88\\nLeading Horses on March 90\\nLieutenant Coudert 93\\nNewport News 96\\nQuarters on Transport Massachusetts 98\\nMess on Transport Massachusetts 100\\nScene on Deck of Transport Massachusetts 104\\nLoading a Mule on Transport 107\\nUnloading Horse 1 1 1\\nTroop A Camping near Cathedral, Playa de Ponce. 115\\nLanding at Playa de Ponce 118\\nU. S. S. Prairie 118\\nCamp at Ponce 122\\nPlaying Cards Ponce 126\\nMess Tent Camp Alger 133\\nLieutenant Frelinghuysen 139\\nSixth Illinois Ox Train 142\\nCathedral at Lares Horses Picketed 146\\nGun Details 150\\nCathedral and Plaza at Lares 152\\nReturn of Alcalde Lares 156\\nPlaza and Cathedral Mayaguez 160\\nHorse-Car 165\\nCustom House Playa de Ponce 168\\nHalt on Road Flag of Truce 171\\nPacking Mule 1 76\\nStreet in Utuado 182\\nParley with a Native 185\\nSpanish Prisoners 189\\nHotel at Playa 1 89\\nOx-Cart and Trooper 195", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Illustrations\\nFACING\\nPACK\\nPacking Saddles 207\\nDoctor Leale 211\\nMadame Hotel Frangais 218\\nLieutenant Coudert, Sergeants, and Spaniards 225\\nTroop A s Camp at Coamo 230\\nSpanish Officers 234\\nPatterson and Pony 241\\nPlaza at Adjuntas 246\\nComing Out after Swimming Horses 251\\nSwimming Horses Playa 255\\nWoman Fording Stream on Pony 255\\nRuins at Coto 263\\nFuneral in Town 263\\nFuneral in Country 268\\nMan and Pickaninny 275\\nWar is Hell 280\\nGroup in Commissary Tent 287\\nCommissary Supplies Ponce 292\\nHome, Boys Home 303\\nBar on Transport Mississippi 306\\nBath on Transport Mississippi 308\\nMississippi at Dock Jersey City 310\\nTransport Mississippi 313\\nReveille Roll Call Camp Alger 316\\nMuUer and Bird at Forge 322\\nBearded Ladies 332\\nHair Cut 338\\nMap of Porto Rico 348", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Editors Note\\nI ^HE self-appointed compilers of this volume,\\nwhile recognizing the peril that threatens the\\nrepublic from the mass of war literature which has\\nrecently been poured forth, have presumed, neverthe-\\nless, to present it to the consideration of the veter-\\nans of Troop A. We know that we thereby invite\\nthe exercise of the critical faculty that camp Hfe\\ntends to develop so highly, and cannot hope to es-\\ncape the consequences of our rashness. The only\\npoint to which we desire to call attention in this con-\\nnection is that we are deeply conscious of our own\\nshortcomings. We know that we appointed our-\\nselves, being persons of no literary reputation and\\nnot likely tO create one by these presents. We are\\naware that in selecting the contributors we have ig-\\nnored much of the best talent to be found in our\\nranks. In extenuation of our failure to call upon the\\nmute, inglorious Miltons of our canvas village and\\nthe undiscovered Xenophons of our Anabasis, we\\ncan only plead our ignorance of their identity.\\nThe critical reader will doubtless find our style\\nrichly seasoned with solecisms, together with an\\noccasional grammatical eccentricity to add piquancy\\nto the narrative. This emphasizes the principle that", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "lo History of Troop A\\nthe pen is mightier than the sword, and that no man\\ncan serve two masters; we are soldiers. We fully\\nrealize that the illustrations represent a lot of com-\\nmonplace scenes and uninteresting incidents, while\\nfar more stirring events and more attractive pros-\\npects will not be found depicted between these\\ncovers. Also that your picture is not in the book,\\nwhile there are five or six Jack Deucehigh, of Tent\\nS teen, in every stage of dress and undress. Or, if\\nyour portrait does appear in the gallery, you are\\nrepresented in an undignified pose or unbecoming\\ncostume, to be held up to ridicule of posterity. It is\\na matter of the deepest regret to us that canons of\\nart should be overruled by considerations of light,\\nfilms and possibilities of enlargement mere\\nmechanical details but such is the case. It may\\nalso be said that many of the most humorous inci-\\ndents of the excursion have been totally unnoticed.\\nTo which we reply that war is a serious matter, and\\nnot to be dealt with unadvisedly or lightly, but\\nsoberly and decently. It may be, too, that we don t\\nknow the story; there were so many of them. Again,\\nwe apprehend that many of the most puissant\\nachievements and chivalrous adventures of the cam-\\npaign are unchronicled, or have been ascribed to\\nknights faneants, who are in no degree responsible\\ntherefor. Gentle reader, thus is history made; who", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Editors Note 1 1\\nare we to disregard the time-honored traditions of\\nClio?\\nPassing from ourselves to more interesting mat-\\nters, we venture to express the hope that this little\\nbook will serve in time to come as a mnemonic of the\\ndays of our light-heartedness the days when we\\nshed care as our ponchos did rain, and a square meal\\nstilled the yearnings of soul and stomach alike. We\\nhave done our utmost to make it as accurate as pos-\\nsible, and trust that each fact or allusion may recall\\nto the mind of some of us the picture of an incident\\nor impression that he does not wish to forget. This\\nnarrative is not for the public; we feel that we are\\namong friends, and can speak of our comrades in\\nmore appreciative terms than would be decorous\\nwere we seeking a more extended circulation.\\nRepeating the hope that this humble work may\\nserve as a record of duty well performed, may help\\nto soften the recollection of the occasions of hunger\\nand wet, of sickness of body and grieving of spirit,\\nand may prove a reminder of the pleasant places in\\nwhich our lot fell, and of how we bore ourselves in\\nshort, may be an assistance in realizing the noble\\nwords of the grand old Roman:\\nHaec olim meminisse juvabit,\\nwe have the honor to be,\\nVery respectfully,\\nTHE EDITORS.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "CAPTAIN HOWARD G. BADGLEY.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Ordered Out\\nA. Rene Moen.\\nAux amies! enfants de le patrie.\\nLe jour de gloire est arrive!\\nLa Marselaise.\\nNow we have ta en the step, and what comes next,\\nAll seems so strange, yet strangely interesting.\\nOur days should be eventful.\\nLooking Forward.\\n|N the year i89 S, soon after the\\ndestruction of the Maine in the\\nHarbor of Havana, which\\noccurred on February 15, it be-\\ncame apparent to everyone that\\nthe declaration of war against\\nSpain was only a question of time,\\nand that in view of the limited\\nsize of our army it would be\\nnecessary for the United States to\\n[raise several hundred thousand\\nmen and train and equip them with the least possible\\ndelay. Naturally our National Guard presented itself\\nat once as the speediest means to bring about this\\nresult. The government of the State of New York,\\nthrough its military head, Major General Charles F.\\nRoe, issued an order to the various military organi-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "14 History of Troop A\\nzations of the State demanding an immediate report\\nof the men available to form such an army of volun-\\nteers. Accordingly, the Commander of Squadron\\nA, Major Avery D. Andrews, promptly tele-\\ngraphed to all of its members to meet at the armory,\\nand vote by troops as to whether they were willing\\nto go- out as an organization in defence of the coun-\\ntry. The result was reported in less than twenty-four\\nhours after receiving the order, and it was That the\\nSquadron volunteered its services to a man if the\\nState chose to call upon it for duty in or out of the\\ncountry. Then, with the excitement of the situation\\nbefore us, we awaited further developments.\\nFinally, toward the latter part of April, after war\\nhad been officially declared, the Federal government\\ncalled upon New York State to furnish as its quota\\nof men about twelve thousand of its National Guard,\\nand among that number demanded two troops of\\ncavalry, consisting of eighty-one men and three\\nofficers each. To the bitter disappointment of the\\nentire Squadron, the State insisted that one troop\\nshould come from New York city and the other from\\nBrooklyn. On the evening of Wednesday, April 27,\\nwe were again ordered to assemble at the armory to\\ndecide upon the men who should compose a repre-\\nsentative troop from the organization. It seemed\\nbest, after careful consideration, that they should be", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Ordered Out i 5\\nchosen by lot, an equal number coming from each of\\nthe three troops, and the excitement ran high. So\\nintense was the desire of some men to be counted\\namong the number chosen that non-commissioned\\nofficers resigned their positions to join the ranks as\\nprivates, and even accepted the duties of saddler\\nrather than lose an opportunity to be with their fel-\\nlow troopers. At last, with a feeling of pride and\\nhappiness on the part of the lucky members, the re-\\nquired quota was secured.\\nDuring the next few days the men were kept busy\\nhorses had to be procured and passed upon by the\\nexamining board; the Quartermaster s Department\\nwas rushed to its utmost capacity in equipping the\\noutgoing troopers, and each man hurried to collect\\nhis personal kit and arrange his business for a long\\nabsence. On Sunday, the day before our departure,\\nthe armory was the scene of intense excitement. Up-\\nstairs in the locker room men were already rolling\\ntheir packs, while in the ring the sound of the anvil\\nmingled with the tramping and neighing of each new\\nconsignment of horses as they dashed around the tan\\nbark for inspection by the veterinarian. That night\\nmost of the men stayed at the Armory, and were up\\nbefore daylight in their anxiety to be ready at the\\nappointed hour. At last the rush subsided, and\\npromptly at nine o clock on Monday morning, May", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "i6 History of Troop A\\n2, the troop was formed and, with Captain Howard\\nG. Badgley at its head, rode out of the Armory, and\\nthrough crowds of enthusiastic citizens proceeded to\\nthe Thirty-fourth Street ferry en route for Hemp-\\nstead, L. I. The reception accorded the troop\\nthroughout the Hne of march down Fifth avenue was\\nmost gratifying, but with it came a feehng of sadness\\nas we reahzed that, ou its return, some must surely\\nbe missing from the ranks. The ferry crossed, the\\ntroop soon left the city limits, and with the command\\nRoute Order! every one settled down for the long\\ntrip over the country roads.\\nWe arrived at Jamaica at noon, where a halt was\\nmade at Pettit s Hotel for lunch. At two o clock we\\nwere again in the saddle, and by six the tents at Camp\\nBlack were sighted. Before long horses were\\nunsaddled, tents were up, and at nightfall Troop\\nA s first camp had been established.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Camp Black\\nFrancis C. Huntington.\\nIn the stormy east wind straining,\\nHeavily the low skies raining.\\nThe Lady of Shalott.\\nWars and rumors of war,\\nFair ones and horses and glory.\\nTender good-bys and mince pies,\\nThen rain and a damp, frigid blackness.\\nRice s Beautiful Evangeline.\\nfffi S we glance back upon the\\nh three weeks at Camp Black\\n111. the impression now remain-\\ning in our minds may be ex-\\nl)ressed by one word Rain.\\nOn further reflection fig-\\nures in outline are seen dim-\\nly, through the rain the\\ncorporal of the guard crouch-\\ning by the fire at ten minutes past two A. M., while\\nthe sergeant inside the tent sleeps under three red\\nblankets, and No. i sturdily walks his post, kept\\nawake by martial lumblings from a nearby tent.\\nCan we forget the pitch black night when Ser-\\ngeant Pellew twice called out the whole guard to\\nplay bull-in-the-ring with that wild horse afterward", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "1 8 History of Troop A\\ntamed and known to fame as Hempstead, alias\\nHempv The guard formed the ring, and out of\\nthe blackness in the centre came the horse like a boli\\nfrom Heaven and disappeared in the blackness out-\\nside and no one knew aught of the manner of his go-\\ning, except the man i:.- t went, and all\\nhe knew ^s-as that he h^ r 1 c i being killed.\\nCan we forget the bitter cold in the tents at night,\\nand the calm philosophy of Private Antonio\\nTerrv. who, having been relieved of his blanket, was\\nheard taking comfort unto himself from the fact\\nthat he h-ad on a damn warm pair of suspenders.\\nHow new we all were to the business How many\\nthings there were we lined up for and took!\\nEach man took the first horse he came to, unless,\\nunobs\u00e2\u0082\u00acr\\\\-ed, he could sneak down the line and grab\\nhis own. How many times each man on the new\\nguard put on and took off his overcoat before guard\\nmount! How often, in those long bare-back rides\\nto water, we had cause to Remember the Mane!\\nHow quick we were to learn the art of taking a bath\\nwith onlv two quarts of water, and that stolen from\\nthe barrel of boDed water (so called) resened solely\\nfor drinking. How slow we were to learn the art of\\nt -ing a slippery halter shank to a wet picket line.\\nHow often the sentinel swcwe and dropped his car-\\nbine in the mud while t}-ing up a loose horse. How", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Camp Black lo\\ndifficult was the counting of horses in the dark\\nespecially the ones that lay down so often you\\ncouldn t count them. How fond of authority were\\nthe sergeants and corporals, and the acting cor-\\nporals; and how cocksure was each private of just the\\nway in which each thing should have been done. We\\nwere a troop of generals then.\\nSuch are the vague impressions. Let us try, how-\\never, to recall a few facts in something like chrono-\\nlogical order.\\nOn Monday, May 2nd, 1898, with the farewells of\\nFifth avenue in our ears, and ham sandwiches of Ja-\\nmaica in our throats, after a long and dreary march\\nwe emerged from the trees of Garden City upon the\\nbroad plain of Hempstead.\\nThere on the left were the white tents of the Sixty-\\nninth, and on the knoll at the right the General s\\nHeadquarters, while beyond stretched the long\\nwhite lines of the other regiments. It was nearly\\nsunset. The clouds hung low over the plain. Bleak\\nand autumnal, rather than springlike, was the scene.\\nAt last, on the further side of the camp, we\\nreached the spot selected for us. Here Sergeant\\nPatterson, who had been sent ahead with the im-\\npedimenta and a detail consisting of Saddler Throop,\\nPrivate Barry, two colored cooks and a lot of Dutch\\nteamsters, had a fire already burning and mess well", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "20 History of Troop A**\\nunder way. On right into line! Halt! Front!\\nPrepare to dismount! Dismount! Then followed\\na few brief instructions as to tents and the picket\\nline, and immediately all was bustle and seeming\\nconfusion.\\nIn the gathering darkness we worked quickly,\\nand, although new to the business, the eleven Sibley\\ntents were soon up, the poles almost straight and\\nsides well pegged down. To be sure we had to take\\nthem down again next day, in order to get the door-\\nways all in the same straight line and the proper dis-\\ntance apart. There were few things that came right\\nthe first time.\\nIt was dark before mess call came, and we\\ngathered around the kitchen fire (built close behind\\nthe tents on that site afterward famous as Hoening-\\nhaus Park) and greedily made way with pork and\\nbeans and cofTee. We could not see what we were\\neating, but we were hungry, and it tasted very good.\\nLater it came on to rain, and it was a long, wet,\\nweary night for that first guard. The others were\\nso tired that the sudden change from the comfort-\\nable bed of the night before to the cold straw cov-\\nered ground inside the tents could not prevent\\nsleep. And all through the campaign men slept on\\nthe ground, in tents and without tents, more\\nsoundly than they had slept at home.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "CAMP BLACK\\nFEEDING THE ANIMALS\u00e2\u0080\u0094 CAM! HLACK", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Camp Black 21\\nNext moming at twenty-live minutes after five\\ncame Braith s strong notes of first call, and the first\\nday of camp life had begun. The daily list of calls\\n(somewhat radically changed on more than one oc-\\ncasion afterward) was first published as follows:\\nA. M.\\n5:25 First Call.\\n5 :30 Reveille and Assembly.\\n5:45 Sick Call.\\n6:00 Stable Call.\\n7:00 Mess Call.\\n7:55 Assembly for guard.\\n8 :oo Assembly.\\n8:15 Assembly for policing.\\n8:45 Stable and Water Call.\\n9:45 Drill Call, Boots and Saddles.\\nI o :oo Assembly.\\n1 1 :30 Recall.\\n12:00 Mess Call.\\nP. M.\\n3:15 Drill Call, Boots and Saddles.\\n3 :30 Assembly.\\n4:30 Recall.\\n6:00 Mess Call.\\n6:30 Stable and Water Call.\\n9:20 Call to Quarters.\\n9:30 Tattoo.\\n10:00 Taps.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "22 History of Troop A\\n-Looking over this list now, we see that we had\\nsome things to be thankful for of which we knew\\nnot then. The hated evening parade was mercifully\\nomitted. And yet it seemed that almost every min-\\nute of the day was taken up.\\nNo sooner was one thing over than the next be-\\ngan, and there were many things to be done not ob-\\nvious from simply reading the list of calls. Terry\\nrealized this very early in the game, as was shown by\\nthis sage remark: Say say I always make it an\\ninvariable an invariable rule to keep behind\\nbehind the tents, for if you don t a sergeant a ser-\\ngeant is sure to come out and pinch you.\\nFive minutes were given in which to wake up and\\ndress yourself. Then, if you were not sick (and al-\\nmost no one was sick at Camp Black, in spite of all\\nthe cold and wet), came half an hour in which to\\nwash, but little good was that with no water to\\nwash with. How astonished the inhabitants of that\\nlittle tumble down house a quarter of a mile away\\nwere the first morning to see their front yard full of\\ntroopers waiting for the next basin full of water from\\nthe well, and rich in soap boxes, sponges and tooth\\nbrushes (Riker s violet water was an afterthought\\nof Alger and did not appear at Camp Black). Later,\\nthrough the kindness of Henry Payne Whitney, a\\nlarge watering cart refilled at least twice a day stood", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Camp Black 23\\nclose behind our tents, and we could each draw a\\npailful for a morning bath. Later still, the last week\\nof our stay, the government water pipes reached us,\\nand in the mud by the watering trough many baths\\nwere taken in the few morning hours available; for\\nthough we rose at half-past five A. M., the female\\nsightseer (on bicycle or in bus) always happened on\\nthe horizon at a marvellously early hour.\\nAs if to discourage all attempts at cleanliness, no\\nsooner had one washed than came the stable call\\nand cleaning horses on that muddy picket line. The\\nindustrious man who cleaned his horse quickly and\\nwell (and no horse is well cleaned unless quickly\\ncleaned) was invariably rewarded by the sergeant\\nby being assigned to clean another horse. In fact,\\nit was only the man who made a fine art of shirking\\n(and few there were, be it said,) who escaped clean-\\ning two horses, for about half the men each morning\\nwere exempt because of guard or new guard or\\norderly detail.\\nWith mess call, at seven, there was a prompt\\nrush for the right of the line, and ofif we were\\nmarched in single file, hungry enough to eat any-\\nthing. We were on State rations then (much more\\nliberal than Uncle Sam s) and Sergeant Pellew on\\nthat old white charger scoured the country in an\\nattempt to get the lowest quotation for milk from", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "24 History of Troop A\\nthe shrewd Long Island farmers. We had fresh\\nbaker s bread instead of hard tack, and, take it all in\\nall, good, plain, wholesome food, cooked by Tom\\nand Walter. At breakfast we usually confined our-\\nselves to the rations provided, but the other meals\\nwere largely supplemented by chicken, roast beef\\nand pate de fois gras, cake and jam, oranges and\\napples, whiskey, beer and rum, not tO speak of\\napollinaris, from the hampers inside the tents sent\\ndown by kind friends and relatives. The Long\\nIsland Express was almost overworked.\\nSoon after mess came the change of guard. The\\nevolution of guard mount was curious to watch.\\nAt first it was not called guard mount, but a mere\\nchange of guard in an informal manner, and each\\nmorning there was something different and some\\nadded trifle of formality until finally it blossomed\\nout in its full glory as guard mount. But at Camp\\nBlack there was one question for the guard that was\\nnever settled, and that was overcoats. About 7:30\\nan order would be shouted down the street that the\\nnew guard would wear overcoats, or else that they\\nwould not, and which ever way it was, it was invari-\\nably reversed at least once before the final note of the\\nassembly had sounded. And then the question was.\\nHow should the capes be fastened back? With so lim-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "POLICE DUTY CAMP 15LACK\\nCAPT. BADGLEY GEN. ROE MAJ. GREER COL. HOLLY\\nGENERAL ROE AND OFFICERS AT CAMP BLACK", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Camp Black 25\\nited a wardrobe as he had it was strange indeed how\\nworried the poor private could be by its changes.\\n8:15 Police. Camp Black was the day of the\\nEasy Boss. The sergeants had not then learned to\\nbe the slave drivers into which they developed at\\nAlger, and the mud on the picket line was so deep\\nthat little could be done to it in the way of cleaning.\\nAt this time of day great was the hurrying of or-\\nderlies polishing boots and bridles, and always five\\nminutes late in saddling up and reporting to the first\\nsergeant. Many were the tales brought back in the\\nevening by these same orderlies of private tips from\\nHolly and Hurry, and gossip of the camp. The duty\\nwas new, and at first amusing as well as tiresome.\\nPerhaps its chief compensation was the interest and\\nexcitement always caused by a mounted orderly\\ndashing up with formidable looking despatches\\nsticking through his belt. The command to the\\ncolonel of which the orders were addressed always\\nimagined the formal looking documents to be an\\norder from Washington for an instant advance\\nupon Havana or Cadiz.\\nWatering horses gave us a long journey twice a\\nday. Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to\\ndrink, for man or beast, was our early experience in\\nthe immediate neighborhood of the camp. It was\\na mile or more to one farm where we went to water,", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "26 History of Troop A\\nand almost two miles tO the other. The horses were\\ngreen, the men were green, and riding one horse\\nbareback and leading another (both pulling hard and\\npulling apart), was not always a pleasure. Then,\\nwhen we reached the farm, watering was a slow proc-\\ness. It was at one of these farms that Ernie Thomp-\\nson was kicked in the chest by one of our horses that\\nstormy night when we took them to the barns for\\nshelter. He was taken in and well cared for for\\nseveral days by the farmer s wife.\\nMorning drill was usually bareback. The after-\\nnoon drills were a more formal matter; and good,\\nsharp and rattling they were trotting and gallop-\\ning over that broad plain.\\nEarly in the afternoon the crowds from New York\\nbegan to arrive, and the inside of a tent, not to speak\\nof the haystack, after recall from drill resembled an\\nafternoon tea. The fair ones often stayed till six\\no clock mess and looked with dainty curiosity and\\nshghtly shocked surprise at the partial return of man\\nto the eating habits of his early ancestors. Some of\\nthem were even eager to eat from the soldier s tin\\ndish and sip coffee from his cup.\\nIn the evening, snug in the tents, the rain driving\\nagainst the canvas, we sat on boxes and sang songs\\nand told tales and smoked and took a drink and were", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Camp Black 27\\nmerry until taps. And after that we slept and shiv-\\nered in our sleep.\\nMeanwhile, the night provost patrol scoured the\\ncountry and the surrounding villages to pick up\\nwandering soldiers, and came back after midnight\\nand woke up the tents, and next morning told of ad-\\nventures and daring captures.\\nThere w^ere mounted patrols by day also, who pur-\\nsued unlicensed hucksters and preserved the bound-\\naries of the camp. Their doings even got into the\\ndaily papers, one of which immortalized forever the\\nexploit of Private Antonio Terry, who, putting\\nspurs to his favorite charger Tanglefoot, overtook\\nand captured a doughboy deserter.\\nOne afternoon we were invited to attend the horse\\nshow at the Mineola Fair Grounds, to give an exhi-\\nbition drill, which we did in the middle of the ring,\\nand felt rather out of place while the county fam-\\nilies in the grand stand looked on coldly. We all\\nfelt better when Bill Cammann went into a race with\\nthe local talent and carried ofif the prize hands down.\\nThose same fair grounds we were to know again,\\nwhen we took the horses there to spend the night in\\nthe sheds during one of the w^orst of the north-\\neasters. It w^as a long walk back to camp through\\nthe mud.\\nNot until we reached Camp Alger w^ere we in\\n\u00c2\u00abHiii", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "28 History of Troop A\\nclose quarters with Troop C. Between us at Camp\\nBlack was a great gulf fixed in the shape of a sunken\\nroad, from each side of which the sentries eyed one\\nanother with some curiosity, until one afternoon the\\nfirst sergeants of the two troops somehow ran afoul\\nof each other, and the result was beer and clay pipes\\nthat night around the C camp fire, until a pelting\\nrain sent us scurrying to the tents. Afterward came\\nthe A at home, with the Squadron band and\\nsongs and punch and fire. We had a calling ac-\\nquaintance then.\\nAbout this time the two troops first marched to-\\ngether the occasion on which we rode to the sta-\\ntion to meet and escort Governor Black and after-\\nward took part in the review. The magnificent\\nspectacle of a hundred superb cavalrymen drawn up\\ntroop front at the railway station, awaiting, with\\nglittering sabres at the carry, the advent of the\\ncommander-in-chief of the State forces, filled the\\nsurrounding crowds with proper awe. The Gov-\\nernor came at last, and the command Present\\nsabres was executed as by one man. The only\\nthing marring the impressive ceremony was that our\\nheavy weight champion, Bruce, whose well known\\nMoose subsequently contracted such a habit of\\nstraying from the picket as to become proverbial,\\nin the excitement of the moment leaned to one side,", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Camp Black 29\\nthereby causing his saddle to describe an arc of one\\nhundred and eighty degrees. Mr. Bruce, a superb\\nhorseman, stuck to the saddle, so that with his head\\nresting comfortably on the ground he presented\\nfeet to the Governor. Governor Black was not\\nexactly a military figure as he sat shivering and un-\\ncomfortable in a covered bus, nor yet when he\\nstood, gaunt and angular. But the regiments made\\na brave showing and were proud; and the Governor\\nwas, after all, only an excuse for the review.\\nTake it all in all a trooper s day was a full one and\\nall absorbing. It was wonderful how the rest of the\\nworld faded out of sight. We read the papers in a\\nperfunctory way. Even Dewey s victory made little\\nreal impression on us. Our own particular affairs,\\nwith which we had been busy up to the moment of\\nleaving town, no longer troubled us. The camp had\\ntroubles of its own. The change was sudden and\\ncomplete. If there is transmigration of souls it is\\nnot strange that they forget the past. The present\\nhad fast hold on us and was real. As we look back\\non it now it is as a dream, unreal, so quickly have\\nwe dropped back into the ways of peace.\\nWe were not destined to stay long at Camp Black.\\nIn due course came the physical examination; and\\narmy regulations as to weight and other require-\\nments for a cavalryman proved themselves exceed-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "30\\nHistory of Troop A\\ningly elastic when applied to the United States vol-\\nunteer.\\nImmediately there followed the solemn ceremony\\nof muster in. Sitting on horseback in mass forma-\\ntion, with bared heads and ungloved right hands\\nraised, together we took the oath of allegiance^ sol-\\ndiers of the United States at last.\\nThen came the rush for passes to say a last fare-\\nwell in town; and on that bright Sunday morning we\\nmarched away from Camp Black with feelings of joy\\nand great expectancy; but as we rode past the little\\nhillock where straight on his horse sat our own Gen-\\neral Roe it w^as with feelings of sadness that we\\nturned our heads for a last look; and we hoped that\\nhe would be a Major General of Volunteers, and that\\nwe should have some place in his command.\\nBoots ans^ S ^DDk\u00c2\u00a3S**\\nFIND YOUR HORSE.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "THE PICKET LINE AT CAMP BLACK\\nFALLING IN FOR MESS CAMP 15LACK", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Sentry Duty\\nJames T. Terry.\\nWhen all night long a chap remains\\nOn sentry-go, to chase monotony\\nHe exercises of his brains;\\nThat is, providing that he s got any.\\nlolanthe.\\nGuard of the Commissariat,\\nDuty performed is sweet.\\nThough you may eat what you re guarding,\\nBe guarded in what you eat.\\nSoldiers Manual of Practical Guard Duty.\\nT evening parade the list of\\nthe guard detail is read by\\nthe first sergeant. The next\\nday at the sound of the\\nbugle, calling guard\\nmount, with weapons\\ncleaned so well that no one\\nbut the examining sergeant\\nco uld find a speck on them,\\nand our uniforms worn almost to a shred by brush-\\ning, we go to the guard tent to play our part in the\\nextremely hazardous performance of keeping would\\nbe visitors and stray dogs out of camp.\\nFalling in line the new guard detail is inspected.\\nOne s chance of surviving this ordeal is fairly good if", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "32 History of Troop A\\nthe scrutinizing officer is in good health, but if he is\\nnot feeling very well, that grain of dust in the barrel\\nof the gun, which you know is a little bubble of oil,\\naffords a sufficient excuse for him to send you back\\nto your tent; and then some of the stable work, a\\ntask such as gave Hercules his reputation, is yours.\\nIf not so sent away in disgrace you are a member\\nof the guard, which goes through a great deal of\\nwhat seems to you useless manoeuvring, a few extra\\nstunts being added if the weather is sufficiently hot.\\nThe weary son of Mars now commences to pace\\nhis monotonous beat, striving to resist that great\\nbut gentle enemy of the sentinel insidious sleep\\noccasionally seeking aid in his efforts in this direc-\\ntion by an enlivening gossip with the ornament on\\nan adjoining post about the utter foolishness of so\\ncarefully protecting the camp against a ferocious\\nenemy only fifteen hundred miles away! Not only\\nshould a sentry be vigilant and wide awake on his\\nbeat, but also in the guard tent, the abiding place of\\nthe guard when not on duty; for, if sleep overcomes\\nhim then, his very clothes are in peril. If a sergeant\\nof the guard would take the spurs from the boots of\\na qomrade resting in the guard tent, whom can one\\ntrust?\\nWe have been told that guard duty is the most\\nhonorable ser\\\\ ice a soldier can render, but this is", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Sentry Duty 33\\nhard to realize, especially when one is beset by some\\nfair but curious visitor, who inquires why he is\\nstrutting- up and down, and the meaning of his\\npersistent reticence. I am on guard, is the\\nhaughty, soldierly reply. Entirely unabashed, she\\nglances at the kicking horses, which no one would\\ndare to steal, and through the tents filled with straw\\nand old clothes, and contemptuously replies, How\\nsilly! Come walk around and show me the camp;\\nwhy, I don t see anything to guard here.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger\\nF. Lawrence Lee.\\nDreaming, dreaming, talking in my sleep.\\nThe Serenaders.\\nWe re booked to go! We re booked to stay!\\nWhat did Alger and Corbin say?\\nI m in an awfully tough position,\\nMy family s made me accept a commission.\\nThus ran the story from day to day.\\nThe Legend of the Dreamer.\\nIRST the Seventy-first had\\nleft, then one regiment after\\nanother, until the great white\\ncity was almost deserted, and\\nnow it was our turn.\\nSaturday morning (May\\n2 1 St) came the news, and to\\nus active service seemed cer-\\ntain within the month. The\\ntelegraph ofitice was besieged\\nby troopers wiring, Ordered to Falls Church, Va.\\nLeave to-morrow. We started to pack up, dis-\\ncarding vast quantities of useless impedimenta, and\\nthe following morning all were up bright and early,\\npolicing the camp. Down went the tents, and a busy\\nscene ensued, searching in the straw for missing", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "36 History of Troop A\\npossessions, saddling up, etc. Many a valued article\\nof equipment was lost, apparently forever, and a re-\\nspected sergeant could be heard orating in no meas-\\nured terms on the den of Thieves! Thieves!!\\nThieves!!! in which he found himself. My canteen\\nand cup took wings and in sifting the tent straw a\\npair of spurs was found, marked with the number of\\na man who was never known to be without his full\\nquota. No questions were asked, however, and he\\nwho got anything back esteemed himself fortunate.\\nJust before it was time to start our old com-\\nmander. Major now Major General Roe, came\\nover to see us, and shaking hands with each wished\\ngood luck to all. It was an affecting scene.\\nPrepare to Mount! Mount! the trumpet rings\\nout, and we are off, the post band marching ahead,\\nplaying The Girl I Left Behind Me, Auld Lang\\nSyne and other melodies calculated to cheer.\\nThe doughboys break their guard lines to rush out\\nand bid us godspeed; we pass the headquarters and\\nare reviewed by the dear old General, whom we cheer\\nloudly. Our band stands aside and plays us past.\\nThen they march back, and wei march on; cut loose\\nfrom the secure moorings of the past, we are afloat\\non the storm threatening seas of the future.\\nA bright May Sunday, clear and warmish, and the\\nroads exceedingly dusty. As we ride through the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 37\\ncountry we are everywhere greeted with enthusiasm.\\nFlags wave from every house, and all sorts and con-\\nditions of men, women and children shout a hearty\\nGood luck to you, boys! as we go by.\\nIt is a long, hard march, and it is well into the\\nafternoon when we reach the outskirts of the city.\\nHere we proceed along a parklike avenue, trotting\\nmost of the time, for it is late, and we have still far\\nto go.\\nA little way back on the road we had stopped at a\\nhouse and were entertained royally. Tables were\\nspread under the trees, and ladies and gentlemen\\ndressed in their Sunday best vied with each other in\\ndispensing grateful refreshments, alcoholic and\\notherwise, to as tough a looking outfit of travel\\nstained troopers as can well be imagined. It seemed\\nlike an echo from some former existence.\\nOn we went through the great city, and at each\\npoint of vantage a howling, cheering crowd had sta-\\ntioned themselves. It was exhilarating to the last\\ndegree, but the steady roar soon got on the nerves\\nand made one feel bewildered and dreamy.\\nIt was almost dusk when we arrived in Jersey City\\nand started to march through a mile and a half of\\nrailroad yards. Almost every engine on the road\\nwas there, and each engineer let his whistle sing as\\nlong as we were in sight. There must have been", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "38 History of Troop A\\nsixty of them, and the noise they made was beyond\\nwords. It was meant in kindness, however, and we\\nappreciated their patriotism. Whether the company\\ndid or did not, is another matter.\\nAfter leaving a guard over the horses in an old\\nbaseball field the rest of us were allowed to go to\\nNew York to our homes for the evening. We flitted\\nin, ghostlike, for a few hours, and were gone. I\\nremember looking at my bed and wondering when I\\nwould sleep in one again, if ever. W^e reported for\\nduty at half-past four in the morning. In crossing\\nthe river we fell in with a boatswain s mate from the\\nU. S. S. Cincinnati, who was invalided. He was\\nblessed with a voice like a siren whistle, and turned\\nout to be something of a prophet.\\nI asked him concerning the naval operations what\\nwas going to be done. He said: Sampson and\\nSchley is looking for the Cape Verde squadron\\nnow, and when they meet Cervera s fleet the Spanish\\nnavy is a thing of the pa-ast understand, it s a thing\\nof the past. But, I asked, won t we lose some\\nships? Answered that ancient man: When we\\nmeet Cervera s fleet the Spanish navy is a thing of\\nthe pa ast!\\nWe loaded the horses on the train and partook of\\na scanty breakfast, then off we went, each man trying", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 39\\nto get a little sleep with his packed saddle on the seat\\nbeside him for a pillow.\\nThe station at Baltimore was placarded with signs\\nproclaiming Welcome to the Sixth Massachu-\\nsetts! In 1 861 we stoned you as enemies! In\\n1898 we greet you as brother citizens of a reunited\\ncountry!\\nArriving at the little station of Dunn Loring, a few\\nmiles beyond Washington, we disembarked and took\\nup the march for Camp Alger, some miles away. It\\nwas quite dark, and one of our wagons got stuck in\\nthe mud for a time, which seemed to us like an echo\\nof the civil war. We were hailed by voices out of the\\ndarkness here and there saying, What s this? Cav-\\nalry? Where are you from? To which we would\\nanswer, New York! Good work! would come\\nthe reply; We re from Indiana! or whatever the\\nState might be.\\nOur chance acquaintances told us stories of Span-\\nish spies who had been caught poisoning the wells,\\ntogether with other grewsome tales, which, heard\\nwhen riding through a Virginia wood in the dark-\\nness after two days and a night of great fatigue,\\nmade one realize that war was no picnic.\\nWe emerged from the woods and a most interest-\\ning scene burst upon us. By the light of flaring\\ngasoline torches, hundreds of soldiers were lounging", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "40 History of Troop A\\naround a long line of sutlers booths. This was the\\nMidway Plaisance of the camp and the centre of\\nits social life.\\nThe infantrymen were much interested in the\\ncavalry, and greeted us with great warmth, express-\\ning a decided opinion, in fact, that we were all\\nright.\\nAfter some difficulty we found the headquarters\\nhill, and established a rough sort of camp there.\\nThe General had not yet arrived, so that we had\\nthe hill to ourselves. About eleven o clock supper\\nwas cooked, which was very acceptable, particularly\\nas regards the cofifee. If a soldier can get coffee, he\\nis well off. We were encamped under great chest-\\nnut trees, and the picture of the blue uniformed\\ntroopers thrown into relief by the firelight, and the\\ndark line of horses in the background, was one to\\nwhich the reality of the occasion added a depth\\nwhich might otherwise have been absent.\\nThere was a line of empty tents near by, to which\\nwe were assigned, two squads to a small tent. Deem-\\ning this too close for comfort, many of the men\\nspread their ponchos and blankets in the open air.\\nFoxy Leigh was thus sleeping the sleep of the just\\nwhen a sentry stepped on his face, the spurred heel\\ncutting him up very painfully.\\nThe following morning the General arrived, and", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "I", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 41\\nit became our delightful duty to move camp to a\\ntreeless waste some hundred and fifty yards away.\\nAfter watering the horses at a meagre stream, dis-\\ntant one mile and a half, we pitched our tents in a\\nweed grown, ploughed field, and each man carried\\nhis saddle, packs and equipments from the hill to\\nour new camp.\\nThe place was deeply covered with rank, tough\\nundergrowth, and the troopers devoted the remain-\\nder of the day to clearing the space on which the\\ntents actually rested by pulling the weeds out by\\ntheir roots and grazing their horses over the rest of\\nof the troop street. Shovels were in demand, and\\nfailing these, hatchets were used to level the furrows\\nwhere we were to sleep, as well as to cut a ditch sur-\\nrounding the wall of the tent.\\nGuard duty now became less frequent, owing to\\nthe combination of the two troops into a squadron.\\nIt became more rigorous, however, and our prox-\\nimity to headquarters made the turning out of the\\nguard an every day affair. But as soon as the Gen-\\neral discovered that we knew the etiquette, and were\\nat all times ready to carry it out, he took pains to\\navoid passing the guard tent during the daytime.\\nThis ceremony is interesting to those on the out-\\nside, and at once amusing and annoying to those\\nwithin the tent. The off reliefs are lying quietly,", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "42 History of Troop **A\\nwriting letters, reading and talking. Carbines rest\\nagainst the centre post, belts and blouses often with\\nthem, by permission. Suddenly the sentry at the\\nguard house calls: Turn out the guard! Major\\nGeneral commanding! Each man drops what he\\nis doing and grasps his equipments. All hurry to\\nthe front of the tent, form line, and as the General\\npasses the order is given: Present arms! then\\nOrder arms! Dismissed! Frequently the word\\ncomes from^ the General, Never mind the guard!\\nNever mind the guard! repeats the sentry, and\\nthe half aroused relief return to their places, damn-\\ning their superior officer most heartily.\\nOn the day after guard duty comes police duty,\\nguard fatigue. The old guard is divided into two\\nparts, one to act as stable police and the other to\\npolice the street and camp generally. They are re-\\nquired to do no other duty during the day, and as\\nthere are only twenty-four working hours it is for-\\ntunate that they are not.\\nThe stable police begin their day at morning\\nstables while the horses are at water. With rake and\\nfork they shake over the bedding and pile it in neat\\nlittle heaps at the rear of the line. Then they rake\\nand brush the entire length of the picket line, under\\nthe bright morning sun, until the whole extent of\\nmore than a hundred vards looks like a new dirt", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "IM", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 43\\ntennis court. Immediately afterward the sun is too\\nhot for the horses, so they must be led to the woods\\nnear by. Stable police! roars the sergeant, and off\\nwe go, with five horses tied together, leading them\\nalong, and tO add zest to the amusement jumping\\n^hem over a four foot ditch which must be passed.\\nThis operation is a delicate one, and as three jump\\nd two balk alternately, you are somewhat at a\\ns what to do about it. You jolly them and swear\\nhem, and then just as the jumpers decide to go\\nto the balkers the latter essay to join the\\ner, and a general mix up ensues which is to the\\njgree interesting. Finally the whole line, with\\naesperate resolve showing forth all over them, leap\\ndirectly at you, and by the time you are through\\nng why you were not killed the horses are\\n.icu L.p, and you go back to repeat the performance.\\nThen at eleven o clock we hay down. Some new\\nforage comes in, and both street and stable police\\nunload it. If the stable sergeant is a late creation or\\noverzealous, we clean out the picket line once again.\\nThen we fill the nosebags for evening stables, and\\nwhile the horses are at water we bed down. Then\\nyou are just in time to be late for evening parade,\\nand are told that your way of amusing yourself under\\npretence of working is played out, and that it will no\\nlonger be tolerated. The first sergeant declares that", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "44 History of Troop A\\nyou are delinquent, and shall be severely dealt\\nwith, and when you are finally dismissed you are\\nquite ready for taps to put an end to this happy\\nbusy day.\\nWhen fatigue call sounds in the morning the\\nstreet police get a wheelbarrow, fight with the stable\\npolice and quartermaster sergeant over rakes, c.,\\nform a skirmish line and march through the camp,\\npicking up, usually with their hands, all old cigarette\\nbutts, orange peels, peach pits, rotten cores of\\napples, and so on ad nauseam. Each tent places a\\nbox filled W ith its waste articles in front of the door\\nas the police approach, and one of the detail makes\\na round of the tent to see that nothing remains to be\\npoliced between the ropes and pegs.\\nThen the street is raked and swept clean, and by\\nthe time that is finished a wagonful of heavy express\\npackages or ammunition or whatever has arrived\\nfrom the station has to be unloaded. Any odd job\\nwhich arises in the course of the day is put in their\\nhands, and any time that the stable police require\\nassistance, Street police, turn out! is the cry.\\nWhen on the march the street police put up the\\nofficers tent, take it down, ditch it, and generally\\nmake themselves useful. Loading and unloading\\nwagons, turning their hands to anything whatever,\\neach street policeman feels that he has the hardest", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 4^\\nof jobs until he is put on the stable police, and each\\nstable policeman is convinced that he is doing the\\nentire work of the camp until he is put on the street\\npolice.\\nOn Sunday morning, May 20th, we underwent our\\nfirst inspection, and the same is an invention of the\\ndevil. All your belongings are spread out on your\\nponcho in front of the tent, and the captain takes\\nnote of them and comments upon their condition,\\nyours, and anything else which happens to be on his\\nmind at the time.\\nBefore he comes the first sergeant has selected\\nsome outlandish and absurd arrangement for your\\nkit, as the one to be followed. And when with in-\\nfinite pains you have changed yours to conform, to\\nthe immolation of all true art, he promulgates a new\\nmodel just as the captain starts down the line. Why\\nwas I born a slave? remarked Terry on such an\\noccasion.\\nIt is hot as tophet, but when all is over most of\\nthe troop are able to obtain passes to Washington,\\nand all is forgotten. Dressed in our best uniform we\\npresent ourselves to the first sergeant. He looks us\\nover and says that we will do, so ofif we go, after\\nhaving our passes countersigned. We hail an an-\\ncient wagon and step aboard. It once was a surrey\\nand is drawn by the remains of a horse. Just over", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "46 History of Troop A\\nthe hill we are halted by a provost guard, show our\\npasses and are advanced. Rather a pretty drive over\\nsteep hills, from one of which Washington may be\\nseen, and the hack draws up in the little village of\\nFalls Church before another provost guard. All be-\\ning well we reach the trolley car terminus and pay\\nour driver a quarter. The pandemonium here is\\nsomething frightful. Tickets are purchased in the\\nstore across the track, while lemonade, soda water\\nand candy venders combine with colored bootblack\\nand clothes brush boys, not to mention the hack-\\nmen, to raise a rumpus which is absolutely unfor-\\ngettable.\\nWe leap on a trolley car, and it starts for the city.\\nFilled with officers and enHsted men, it bumps on its\\nway to the Aqueduct Bridge. Arriving, we cross\\nthe river and are in Washington. The city pre-\\nsents the appearance of a foreign capital. At every\\nturn are soldiers in uniform. They overrun the\\nCapitol, swarm in all the public buildings and fill the\\nsaloons.\\nIf yoiu- friends ask you to lunch they offer you the\\nuse of a bathtub. This is highly appreciated, for\\nwater is scarce in Camp Alger, and the fact is well\\nknown in Washington unofficially.\\nAfter obtaining a square meal and smoking a cigar\\nor two the shades of evening begin to fall and the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 47\\narmy starts to move across the Potomac. Horse and\\nfoot for Camp Alger and artillery for Fort Myer.\\nThe trolley cars are crowded to overflowing, and the\\nFalls Church station at night surpasses itself for\\nnoise and confusion.\\nAll sorts of conveyances are filled with soldiers,\\nwho quiet down while their passes are vised by the\\nprovost. Mounted officers, hospital orderlies and\\nambulances pass us and disappear in the darkness.\\nThen the inner line of provost guards halts us, and a\\npretty picture they make under the trees with the\\nlantern shining on their rifles and belt plates. Then\\nbeing admitted to our own camp we report off pass\\nto our first sergeant, and the day is done.\\nSaturday of our first week at Camp Alger a grand\\nreview is held by the President. The cavalry are to\\nact as his escort, so we deck ourselves out in our best\\nand march to the station over the dustiest road in the\\nUnited States. While we are waiting we brush up\\nas well as we can; then the train comes in and the\\nPresident steps out, attended by a number of staff\\nofificers and civil dignitaries with their wives.\\nThey get into carriages, and the troops move out\\nahead of them. In short order, however, we are\\nstop^ ed, as the dust, which prevents our seeing the\\nhorses next in front of us as we trot along, is rolling\\nback in vast clouds on the Presidential party, to", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "48 History of Troop A\\nwhich they naturally object. We then draw off to\\nthe side of the road, and the carriages take the lead.\\nThen all trot out, unable to see or breathe any-\\nthing but dust, varying the performance by those\\nabsolutely short stops w hich seem inseparable from\\nescort work, when all hands go up, signifying\\nHalt! and your horse plants his feet, and you pull\\nhim up by intuition.\\nUp hill and down dale, through the woods and\\nout again, then to the right into the great parade\\nground over a narrow bridge, which we are warned\\nto look out for by voices beyond the clouds. Over\\nthe springy grass we trot (there was a little left there\\nat that early date), and up to a high open stand,\\nwhere the President takes his post, while we trot to\\nthe rear and rest.\\nFifteen thousand troops in brigade formation\\nbreak from the right and march past; a glorious\\nsight to see.\\nAfter the review we escorted the President all\\nover the camp, the infantry cheering him very\\nheartily. He thoughtfully dismissed us when we\\nreached our own camp, and we retired to free our-\\nselves of some forty-seven acres of Virginia soil\\nfinely powdered.\\nIt is but fitting, at this point, that I should do\\njustice to the genius in an Ohio band who set O", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 49\\nPromise Me to march, or rather jig, time with\\nwhich to regale the President and rouse the martial\\nardor of the rude soldiery. His punishment is not\\nprovided for by the Military Code, probably because\\nsuch a contingency was beyond the limit of human\\nforesight. This was perhaps preferable, however, to\\nthe endless dead marches which the bands used to\\npractise daily.\\nShortly after the review our captain, Howard G.\\nBadgley, a thorough officer and gentleman, was\\ntaken ill with typhoid fever. We saw the ambulance\\ntake him off to the hospital with sorrow and anxiety\\nin our hearts, and long months passed before he re-\\nturned to us. This was the first appearance of the\\nambulance, which afterward became an unfortu-\\nnately frequent visitor, although Troop A had\\nfewer sick men than did many other commands,\\nCox and Bruce, Connor and Manning successively\\ncontracting this scourge of the camps.\\nA change of commissaries took place about this\\ntime, and the genial Sergeant Pellew was succeeded\\nby that veteran smooth talker and rough rider,\\ngood old Jim Price, the regular.\\nThe washing of mess kits had frozen the genial\\ncurrent of Jim s soul to the same extent that the\\nbeating of the Virginia sun on the ground floor of\\nour natural mess hall had warmed his fertile brain,", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "5\u00c2\u00a9 History of Troop **A\\nso he took up a collection to buy a mess tent and\\noutfit which could be used at all times except when\\nactually in the field.\\nAided by a system of equalized taxation, we were\\nthenceforth enabled to eat in the shade and to enjoy\\nthe best which the government provided, aug-\\nmented by the judicious disbursements of J^\\nfrom the troop s mess fund. These were palmy days,\\nand Price s satellites, Peekskill, Fishkill and\\nCobbleskill, were at all times ready to assist, un-\\nless their services were required for some private din-\\nner party from Washington.\\nThe mess tent w^as a great institution, and was\\nuseful in a variety of ways, including religious ser-\\nvices, meetings and entertainments. When General\\nRoe was appointed brigadier we had a punch, by per-\\nmission, at which Ogilvie, of Troop C, sang Sue,\\nDear, to bring tears to your eyes, and Sergeant\\nCammann rendered The Irish Maid with enor-\\nmous success. An attempt was made to get Charlie\\nSharp, our colored mule driver, to sing, but after an\\nunsuccessful essay at a song, which told something\\nabout jingle bells, Sharp fell flat through shyness.\\nHe was a most extraordinary negro, and was very\\namusing to talk to. He had driven a wagon in the\\ncivil war, prior to which time he had been a slave.\\nHe was a great dog fancier, and had a fine collection\\ni", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 5I\\nback of the wagon park. If any one driving to Dunn\\nLoring with him espied a good looking dog and\\ncalled attention to him, Tut him in the wagon was\\nCharHe s word. One of us remonstrated with him\\non the grounds of honesty. I don t never steal no\\ndog, said Charlie indignantly, but if a dog wants\\nto follow me I ain t required to be cruel to him and\\nbeat him back.\\nWe now settled down to a regular routine of duty,\\ndrilHng morning and afternoon, doing guard, poHc-\\ning camp, acting as headquarters or telegraph order-\\nHes or as mounted provost, with evening parade to\\ntop off with.\\nThe morning drill consisted of a skirmish through\\nthe woods, mounted or fighting on foot, according\\nto the necessities of the occasion. There was one\\nhill in particular, covered wdth woods and very steep,\\njust back of headquarters, and this wc were in the\\nhabit of attacking daily. Riding down hill among\\ntrees, with carbine advanced, furnishes good cause\\nfor vigilance, to say the least.\\nThen would come the order to fight on foot. A\\nskirmish line would form, tearing their way through\\nbrambles and underbrush, scrambling over a small\\ncanal, advancing by rushes over a ploughed field, and\\nending up by taking the opposite woods in a desper-\\nate charge.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "52 History of Troop A\\nThen -To horse! would sound, and the mounted\\n-nwouM tow the led horses up to the troop, and\\nth troop would start for tl,eir horses, and in hort\\norder we were up and away.\\nIt was wonderful to see in how many different\\nways four horses could surround a tree, and no less\\nsurpnsmg to note how quickly they were straight-\\nened out. It will live in the memory of all th^t a\\nploughed field can find more places to deposit itself\\nm a carbine than any human being would believe\\nIn the afternoon the Squadron, composed of\\nTroops -A and C, under command of Captain\\nClayton, of C, would drill. This was usually in\\nsquadron forn,ation, but on several occasions we\\nhad glonous mo.mted skirmish drills, with charges\\nra Ihes and so on, in a field loaned to us bv an old\\nConfederate ofiicer who had served with Stuart\\nA troop was to make a grand attack on Falls\\nChurch. The second lieutenant was to command\\nand It was to be the real thing and no mistake. TheJ\\nstarted out with the poi\u00e2\u0080\u009et, support and all the\\nrest of n thrown out; everything complete, but no\\nblank cartridges, so that the villagers might no. sup-\\npose that the civil war had recommenced.\\nThe old guard, who had just finished their tour\\nof duty under Sergeant Phelps, obtaining permission\\nto take the,r horses and go swimming, several miles", "height": "3278", "width": "2063", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 5^\\naway. The curious might have wondered why they\\nneeded so many blank cartridges, but they did their\\nwork secretly, and nobody noticed. Shortly after\\nthe troop started, out marched Phelps and his merry\\nmen.\\nBy a rapid flanking movement they succeeded in\\nreaching Falls Church before the troop did, and\\nthey proceeded to conceal themselves in a barnyard.\\nSome minutes later the advance guard were\\namazed to find themselves surrounded by a party of\\napparent comrades, who esteemed it their duty as\\nwell as pleasure to inform the advance that they\\nwere prisoners and lead them gently into the seclu-\\nsion of their pastoral fastness.\\nHearing some trouble ahead the support came\\naround the corner, and were gobbled up by a spirited\\nsabre charge, which they were at a loss to under-\\nstand. And the main body, who were very few in\\nnumber, became involved in an exceedingly lively\\nengagement, in which blank cartridges were freely\\nused by the guerillas and the troop could only use\\nclubbed carbines or sabres, not to mention Billings-\\ngate.\\nThe second lieutenant was the most disgusted\\nman in Virginia, and, although a prisoner he\\npromptly placed Sergeant Mosby Phelps under", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "54 History of Troop A\\narrest, remarking, with some felicity, that Phelps\\nhad spoiled the drill.\\nPermission had been obtained for this demonstra-\\ntion, however, from the commanding officer, so that\\neven if the lieutenant had been disposed to make any\\ntrouble about it, which he was not, the distinguished\\nsuccessor to Mosby, the guerilla, was safe.\\nThis incident had the effect of teaching our men\\nto be vigilant at all times and at all places, and also\\nimpressed upon them the fact that all are not friends\\nwho seem friends.\\nWater now became scarce and typhoid fever\\nplentiful. Furthermore, a plague of flies settled\\nover the camp. Every well in the neighborhood\\nhad sentries posted near by to see that the water\\nwas well husbanded. Our horses had to be taken\\nto a stream nearly two miles away twice a day.\\nA well was sunk near our camp which was good\\nenough for horses and bathing for a while, although\\nalways yellow from the clay soil. Even this became\\ntoo bad to be used, and our beautiful evergreen bath-\\nhouse near by, with its board floor, went out of our\\nlives, except as a golden memory. A box had been\\nplaced for bathing in what remained of a neighbor-\\ning stream, but this was never an attractive arrange-\\nment, and soon fell into well merited disuse.\\nThe different wells near us took to giving out at", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 55\\nunexpected moments, and the latter half of the troop\\nwho had been soothing their restless horses for half\\nan hour in the sun would have to seek fresh pumps\\nand waters new.\\nIn the midst of this Sahara, where doughboys and\\nothers were sufifering for drinking water and being\\nmade ill by lack of chances to^ wash, a board of in-\\nspection came out from Washington, drove through\\nthe kilnlike camp and gave a report that the water\\nsupply was ample and of excellent quality. May\\nthey be supplied with either brains or consciences,\\nfor one or the other was noticeably absent from\\ntheir makeup.\\nThe long line of ambulances winding over the\\nhills each evening was the best evidence as to the\\nconditions which prevailed, and at that, it was only\\nthe very ill who were carried into the post hospital\\nat Fort Myer.\\nThe squads of the troops were assigned to conical\\nwall tents, and numbered from nine to eleven mem-\\nbers each. There was Hoyt s, afterward Leigh s,\\nTent 3, noted for its success in getting tO Washing-\\nton; Tent 4, the Kindergarten, where Corporal\\nHaight gave sound advice on the beauty of work\\nperformed. Some think this referred to some\\nachievement of Sidney s in the days before the\\nwar, but more likely it was intended to cheer on his", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "56 History of Troop A\\nsquad to renewed efforts. Ruland succeeded to the\\ncommand of Tent 4, and the rights of men were dis-\\ncussed less fervently therein than formerly. Valen-\\ntine jollied everybody, and the world went merrily\\nenough.\\nThe crowning gem and glory of the troop, how-\\never, was Erving s famous Tent 5, noted for its par-\\nliamentary discussions and language, and its high\\naverage of soldierly ability. Indeed not a doubt\\nexisted (within) as to the competency of any of us to\\nfill any position from captain up. This is about the\\nonly tent which furnished no officers to the volun-\\nteer army, which fact is largely responsible for the\\ngreat dissatisfaction arising from the conduct of the\\nwar.\\nTent 6 said what was necessary and sawed wood,\\nvarying the performance by stealing delicacies for\\ntheir horses. They were chiefly noted for being the\\nproud possessors of our beloved and lamented mas-\\ncot, Rosie O Grady.\\nLack of space prevents a detailed account of each\\ntent. All are worthy of notice, and each contained\\na good lot of fellows. James Terry s happy home was\\nin Tent to, and there discoursed the oracle.\\nOccasionally he paid parochial visits to other tents\\nto gladden the hearts of the listening troopers.\\nAlways behind the tents. If you go in front some", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger ^y\\nsergeant will see you and give you some work, said\\nhe. Indeed, the sergeant s tent, next to the officers\\nwas a good place to avoid. Out of sight out of\\nmind is a good proverb, and it is always best to let\\nsleeping dogs lie.\\nThe names of the horses went with the tents, and\\nhad considerable character, as a few may show: the\\nMoose, the Cow, the Crusader, named after a yacht\\non which the trooper had arranged to spend the sum-\\nmer; Cubeb, on account of his unsavory character;\\nall these from Tent 7, noted for its commissions\\nand workers; Riker s Expectorant, famous among\\nhorses; the Sainted Lobster, and a host of others.\\nWe were now introduced to a new feature of army\\nlife namely, the practice march, and our first ex-\\nperience came near being the last for some of us.\\nOur route was from Falls Church to the Maryland\\nside of the Chain Bridge, across the Potomac, to give\\nthe men a swim, each brigade being sent in turn.\\nAdvance guard out and flankers scouring the neigh-\\nboring fields, we marched on, and finally halted for\\na rest on a steep hill, at the bottom of which was a\\nbridge. A turn in the road cut off the view to the\\nrear, and the road was bounded by a precipice above\\nand one below. The ledge was just wide enough to\\ngive good room for two wagons to pass, but not\\nmuch to spare.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "58 History of Troop A\\nSuddenly we heard a roaring of wheels around the\\nbend. The noise grew louder, and the word was\\npassed along that the mules were running away.\\nEach trooper took his horse as far to one side of\\nthe road as he could go, climbing the steep bank for\\na few feet and making the horse continue the climb-\\ning motion.\\nAround the bend came the mules, and for about a\\nquai ter of a mile we could see them galloping madly\\nstraight at us. It did not look as if there would be\\nroom enough for us all, but there was no way of in-\\ncreasing it, so we waited. Ahead rode Sergeants\\nBowne, of A, and Debevoise, of C, at top speed,\\nwarning the men.\\nThe colored driver guided his team through the\\nnarrow lane left for them with consummate skill, and\\nas they came by me I could see Walter, our black\\ncook, an old navy man, hanging on to the leaders\\nreins with all his heart, soul and weight. The mules\\ngradually yielded to this combination and were\\nstopped about one hundred yards further on.\\nToo much credit cannot be given tO Sam, the\\ndriver, and Walter Johnson, the cook, for their\\nskilful and heady work in averting what might\\notherwise have been a serious disaster.\\nWe halted on the Maryland side of the Potomac,\\nnear the bridge, and while dinner was being prepared", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "i", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 59\\nthe men had a welcome chance for a bath. Some\\nwent swimming in a canal which flows along that\\nside of the dry river bed, and others lay right down\\nin a little brook which empties a clear and rapid cur-\\nrent into the sluggish waters of the canal.\\nIt was a highly appreciated opportunity, and was\\ndoubly grateful in view of our heated and dusty con-\\ndition.\\nStarting for home early in the afternoon we\\narrived there in the cool of the evening without fur-\\nther adventure.\\nThe monotony of our camp life was somewhat\\nvaried by headquarters or telegraph orderly duty.\\nNot that they were popular forms of diversion, but\\nthey furnished change of scene, and were valuable\\nadditions to our military experience.\\nYou were slated as headquarters orderly on the\\nfirst sergeant s bulletin board, and at half-past seven\\no clock you reported to that dignitary with buttons\\npolished and all your outfit blacked, brushed or bur-\\nnished, as the case might be. Armed only with a\\nsaber, the sergeant of the guard takes note that your\\nhorse is off the picket line for the day, and you ride\\nforth firmly convinced that you make rather a smart\\nappearance, and that your diligence and intelligence\\nwill deeply impress the General with the great mili-\\ntary importance of your distinguished troop.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "6o History of Troop A\\nStanding at attention before the Adjutant-Gen-\\neral s tent you salute and make your statement that\\nPrivate Blank reports for duty as mounted orderly,\\nsir, and then are relegated to innocuous desuetude\\non a bench just around the corner.\\nHere you sit, listening to accounts of what a first\\nclass fool the foot orderly s captain is, or what a fine\\nman; what sort of food is the usual thing with his\\nregiment, and how much better it might be, and\\nthen leap madly up and seize and hold the horse of\\nsome mounted grandee, while he converses with the\\nColonel within.\\nMounted orderly! shouts the Adjutant-General.\\nYou salute, receive your instructions, mount, and\\naway. Trotting through the camp or being admon-\\nished to walk by sentries, on account of the dust;\\ntaken for an ofificer here and there, by reason of your\\nclanking sabre; hunting out colonels and getting\\nthe outside of the envelope signed, to show that the\\nmessage has been received by the proper person,\\nyour day and often a good part of your night passes\\nin rides about the camp, hot sometimes, dusty at all\\ntimes, but invariably interesting.\\nI remember on one occasion riding the entire\\nlength of the camp, passing over twenty regiments\\nat evening parade, bands playing and field and staff\\nmounted. It was a sight I shall never forget.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "o Cd", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 6i\\nWhen the troops were being moved out to New-\\nport News en route to Santiago, the orderUes needed\\ntwo horses a day with a vengeance. Two brigades,\\nDuffield s and Garretson s, were the chosen, and we\\nsaw them march out with drums beating, each man\\nwith his white shelter tent enclosing his blanket roll\\nover his shoulder. Bent on no mere practice march,\\nbut departing to put their months of training to a\\npractical test.\\nThey filed endlessly out through the woods tow-\\nard the station, the morning sun throwing a beauti-\\nful light on the picture. Their less fortunate com-\\nrades cheered them and looked wistfully after them.\\nThe sound of their drums died away in the distance,\\nand that evening, and thenceforward, their parade\\ngrounds were vacant and their regimental marches\\nwere conspicuously absent from the daily medley of\\nmartial music.\\nIt was disappointing to be left, but there was an\\nelement of humor in this as in most things. As you\\nrode through the camp with despatches the men of\\neach regiment would come out and tell you on the\\nquiet that they heard on high authority that the\\nWar Department was crazy to take their particular\\ncommand to Santiago, but that the Colonel had a\\npolitical pull and didn t want to go. This super-\\nstition spread through some ten thousand troops.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "62 History of Troop A\\nThe characteristics of different parts of the coun-\\ntry could well be seen by a mounted orderly. I rode\\ninto a Tennessee camp one day, and while the Senior\\nMajor was receipting my despatch he made an\\nattempt to sell me a horse.\\nAn ignorant backwoods Missourian was foot\\norderly on another occasion, when the Assistant\\nAdjutant General, a volunteer, noticed a lizard on\\nhis tent. Look at the lizard! said he to a brother\\nofficer. Excuse me, sir, that ain t no lizard; that s\\na scorpion. You can tell by the stripe on his back;\\nmy .sergeant told me so; he ll kill you if he bites you,\\nsir. This from the Missourian. Is that so? yelled\\nthe captain; why, he s gone under my tent; we must\\nfind him. When I left, orderly and captain were still\\nrooting around shouting Scat! Get out! Go\\non! Hey! c.\\nThe duties of a telegraph orderly consisted in act-\\ning as a mounted messenger boy, delivering tele-\\ngrams and having them signed for in the regular\\nyellow book of peaceful telegraphy. He collected\\nwhere necessary and occasionally received a tip, but\\nin other respects his day was a monotonous repeti-\\ntion of a day at headquarters.\\nAfter some preparation and minute instructions\\nas to the best method of arranging the pack, we\\nstarted forth on our second practice march.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 63\\nSome of our men had accompanied Troop C to\\nBull Run, a short time before, and on their return\\nTroop A and the C troopers who had remained\\nat home, took up the march through the borders of\\nMaryland.\\nThe weather was magnificent, and General M. C.\\nButler accompanied us to watch us attack a bat-\\ntalion of infantry who were escorting the wagon\\ntrain of their brigade.\\nAfter taking the usual precautions, we espied\\nthe doughboys proceeding along a road which ran\\ntransversely to another one on a steep grade.\\nA spirited charge was made by the cavalry, and\\nwho won I have never discovered, but as General\\nButler remarked, At any rate we captured the am-\\nbulance.\\nThis put an end to all peace for the infantry, and\\nthenceforth they were in momentary expectation of\\nattack and technical annihilation. They stood their\\nground well, however, and their bayonets made us\\ntremble at times for our horses welfare.\\nWe encamped that night at the Chain Bridge,\\nMaryland side, where we had encamped before. The\\ninfantry were just above us, and each party sus-\\npected the other of nocturnal designs. We threw\\nout a mounted cossack post, and the tramping of\\nthe horses feet alarmed the sentries of the infantrv,", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "64 History of* Troop A\\nthe long roll beat three times during the night, and\\neach time their vigilance was unavailing, for the\\ntroopers slept without turning over. Some of our\\npatrol were captured, however, in the course of the\\nevening. The infantry marched by us in the morn-\\ning and guyed us considerably while we cleaned our\\nhorses, expressing their belief that we knew better\\nthan to come up and tackle them; that they had it\\nin for us, c. Their tin cups and other accoutre-\\nments tinkled like cow bells, and we had no hesita-\\ntion in calling their attention to the fact that they\\nsounded like a herd of cattle.\\nAfter a beautiful morning ride along the banks of\\nthe canal, up a steep side hill, crossing deep gorges\\nover fine bridges we arrived by a dusty but excellent\\nroad at the Great Falls of the Potomac.\\nA good hotel is situated in the government reser-\\nvation at this point, and we encamped near by in a\\nfield of deep grass, which sloped down to a fence\\nbordering the towpath of our old friend, the canal.\\nA contract meal was provided by the hotel at fifty\\ncents a head, and those who wished to were per-\\nmitted to go over and get it. Nearly every one ex-\\ncept the guard did so, and the guard w^ere given a\\nchance later.\\nThe hotel was eaten out of house and home, and\\nsome few drinks were sold on the side.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 65\\nIt being then late in the afternoon it was decided\\nto swim the horses in the canal. Impromptu bathing\\nsuits w^ere rigged up and each man took his horse,\\nput on the water bridle, and mounting rode in his\\nturn into the canal until the horse was out of his\\ndepth and forced to swim. It was a picturesque\\naffair, with the plunging horses, the old fashioned\\ncanal, and the tents on the green meadow under the\\ngreat trees.\\nIt came up unconscionably cold in the night, and\\nthis being, with the night before, our first experience\\nof shelter tents, we suffered considerably. The little\\ndog tents were not uncomfortable, however, and\\nas soon as you got the hang of sleeping in them you\\ngrew to like them very well.\\nMaking a fairly early start in the morning, we re-\\ntraced our steps to the Chain Bridge, which we\\nreached at noon, and after a short halt we took up\\nthe march for Camp Alger and arrived there without\\nfurther adventure.\\nA mounted provost guard, sometimes called the\\nParkhurst Patrol, was now instituted by General\\nGraham to preserve order within the limits of the\\ncamp. It started out in the afternoon and rode\\nsolemnly along the roads and through the camp gen-\\nerally, then after supper it patrolled the roads until", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "66 History of Troop A\\nlate at night in sets of twos, taking posts of about\\nhalf a mile each.\\nAs one of the patrol sat his horse in the crowded\\nstreet near the Falls Church trolley station, he felt\\nto some degree that ineffable pomp of position which\\ngives the unfathomable air of awe aspiring authority\\nto the New York mounted policeman.\\nSlower, there! Slower! he would sternly roar, as\\nsome wagon passed at a pace which he considered\\nunsuitable. Pull up, there! Look out, now! The\\nmounted provost guard was no subject for jests. He\\ncarried weight, and he knew it. Oh, glorious days\\nof the golden past, never, never again!\\nOn the night of the second of July, Saturday, the\\nLieutenant Colonel commanding the Sixth Pennsyl-\\nvania announced that there would be no duty but\\nguard duty until Monday night at tattoo.\\nShortly after taps that Saturday evening an or-\\nderly galloped up reporting trouble at Falls Church,\\nand asking for reinforcements for the provost guard.\\nWhile these were preparing another dashed in and\\ncalled for the two troops. It was a beautiful moon-\\nlight night, but as we had just moved our tents\\neverything was in a jumble. In spite of this, how-\\never, we were mounted, supplied with ball cartridge,\\nand moving out within eight minutes from the time\\nboots and saddles sounded. This call followed the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 67\\ncall to arms, or as some authorities claim, the\\nfire call, but when the troop heard a good loud\\ntrumpet call at night it turned out for luck anyway,\\nwithout stopping to write any musical critiques.\\nWe galloped over the main road to Falls Church,\\na cloud of dust enveloping all but the first two sets\\nof fours.\\nThe twO troops must have made an impressive\\nappearance, as the leaders, followed by the moving\\ncloud, thundered down the steep hills with their\\nweapons clashing, and the drawn sabres gleaming in\\nthe moonlight at intervals through the dust.\\nThe reports of the battles of San Juan and El Ca-\\nney had just arrived and filled our souls with envy,\\nand we longed for a chance. We were not called\\nupon, however, for Falls Church was quiet as the\\ngrave, and the road down which I was sent as a\\nflanker showed no signs of life whatever.\\nAt the trolley station we met some of the provost,\\nand they explained that the Sixth Pennsylvania were\\nrunning the foot guard by companies and battalions.\\nWe then commenced a wild chase, scouring the sur-\\nrounding country on every side in the direction of\\nWashington. It was a rough ride, and every little\\nway some one would come a cropper in a ditch or\\nhole, but we were wonderfully fortunate, and no one\\nwas the worse for it.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "68 History of Troop A\\nWe kept halting infantrymen ^Yho were attempt-\\ning to hide and others who were walking boldly\\nalong the road. The poor chaps were intending to\\nspend Fourth of July at home, and considered that\\nthey had their Colonel s tacit permission to do so.\\nA trooper or two would be sent back with each\\nof these hauls, and in one case Jack Grannis had\\ncharge of thirty infantrymen. Never at a loss, he\\nformed them in line under a sergeant who was\\namong the prisoners, made them call off, count fours\\nand then marched them ahead of him some three\\nmiles or more, in first class form.\\nIn scouring all over the countryside Corporal\\nCromwell went through a field full of haycocks.\\nJust for practice he cut at one of them with his\\nsabre, when a voice of horror exclaimed from within:\\nDon t do that again; I ll come out. With that\\nthe field seemed alive with bluecoats, and twelve or\\nfifteen doughboys surrendered at discretion.\\nDetaching guards for the prisoners as we went,\\nthe few^ that were left arrived at the Aqueduct\\nBridge after the hardest kind of riding. It was a\\nvery warm night, and horses and men were dusty\\nand blown. Resting here a short while, we picked\\nup some prisoners and took them along with us.\\nOne of these was an artilleryman from Fort Myer,\\nImt his cruard said that made no difference, so he", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 69\\nwas given a pleasant night s walk to Camp Alger, at\\nwhich place we arrived at four o clock in the morn-\\ning.\\nThe whole affair was good practice for all con-\\ncerned, including the regulars, but it gave rise to\\nso^me ill-feeling on the part oi the Sixth, and our\\nhabit of charging the infantry on their practice\\nmarches was hardly calculated to clear up the at-\\nmosphere.\\nFourth of July was made glad by the news from\\nSantiago that the Spanish navy was literally a\\nthing of the past. The day was celebrated by\\nbaseball games in the camp, and many passes to\\nWashington were given out. The General, being\\nscandalized by the proceedings of Saturday night,\\nheld a large proportion of the cavalry in camp to\\nenforce discipline, as he said. How proud and\\nglad we were. It is sweet to be sacrificed for your\\ncountry s good.\\nThe reserves spent a profitable day on the neigh-\\nboring Midway Plaisance, celebrating with sarsapa-\\nrilla and ice cream, and ending off with a visit to the\\ntheatre. This institution was run at popular prices\\nand soldierly hours. It was patriotic to the last\\ndegree. The audience was in uniform to a man, and\\nwarlike celebrities bedecked the screen of the com-\\npany s stereopticon.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "70 History of Troop A\\nSome popular hero would be shown, and the house\\nwould vociferously cheer him. The next perhaps\\nwould be persona non grata, and take him away\\nwould be the cry. Oh! Come, boys! the manager\\nwould say, he s all right; what s de matter wit\\nhim? Give him a hand! No! no! He won t do!\\nwould chorus the rude soldiery, and his picture\\nwould be turned toward the wall.\\nThen a young lady w^ould sing, De Maine Shall\\nBe Avenged! or Give Tree Cheers for the Yankee\\nVolunteers waving an American flag the while, and\\nthe wildest enthusiasm would prevail. Just then\\nwould come an uproar from without, and the guard\\nwould descend on the deadheads who were crawling\\ninto the tent.\\nThe men were fine specimens for the most part,\\nwell set up and good fellows to have to do with.\\nThe doughboys clustered around the telegraph or-\\nderly, and made bets that his sabre was as heavy as\\ntheir rifles; they were deeply interested in the saddle\\nand general equipment. They told you stories about\\ntheir own horses on the farm at home, and old tales\\nconcerning fawther s experiences in the Civil War,\\nhis sage advice to his son on the duties of the sol-\\ndier, and sound, shrewd comments on every subject.\\nRedington was riding by the camp of a regiment\\nrecruited near his home. The men were playing", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 71\\nball, and the ball rolled near him. He picked it up\\nat the low reach and returned it to its admiring\\nowner, tOi the intense delight of all beholders. He\\nthen dismounted and conversed with the infantry.\\nJust then the horse stamped with all his weight on\\nthe unfortunate s foot, and stood there.\\nWithout moving a muscle, the centaur continued\\nhis conversation, then carelessly removing his\\ncharger, mounted, and as he was leaving a dough-\\nboy asked: Didn t that almost kill you? Pshaw!\\nwas the answer, that wasn t anything. You ought\\nto see the way we get stepped on sometimes. So\\nsaying, he retired and nursed his foot for three days\\nin the hospital. But as he observed later, You\\nought to have seen the doughboys eyes pop out.\\nRumors were rife; in popular parlance, pipe\\ndreams. Not a man returned from Washington\\nwithout bringing in some thoroughly reliable in-\\nformation emanating from a high source, and con-\\nclusively demonstrating the fact that without our\\nassistance all further moves by the land forces were\\nhopelessly checkmated.\\nThe blood and fire men were counterpoised by\\na strong opposition whose friends in the Senate and\\nCabinet, or even the White House, were accustomed\\nto give them the absolutely straight tip that hos-\\ntilities would not last out the week. There was also", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "72 History of Troop **A\\na considerable and pessimistic mugwump element\\nwho were convinced that while we would see no ser-\\nvice, we would be retained for garrison duty during\\nour full two years.\\nThe lightest whisper or the most cheerful lie would\\nstart a rumor which would return after many days,\\nenlarged, strengthened and beautified so gorgeously\\nthat the author himself would not recognize it, and\\nwould regard it as a full confirmation of his own\\nideas.\\nA persistent pipe dream held that the City,\\nSheridan and Governor s troops, of Pennsylvania,\\nwere to join us at Alger, and that all would then pro-\\nceed tO Porto RicO together.\\nThe Alger troops scaled the heights of joyful ex-\\npectation, and dashed themselves on the rocks of\\nblack despair at least four times a day. Their usual\\nstate of mind can only be understood by those who\\nhave gone through it. The armistice association\\nwas sHghtly in the lead, for hope deferred had made\\nmany hearts sick. The purchase by Troop A s\\nfriends of two Colt s guns helped out the war party\\ntemporarily, but was neutralized by the belief that\\nthey were only intended to amuse us.\\nOne morning, however, we were surprised and de-\\nlighted to espy a cloud of dust over the woods. Re-\\nfusing at first tO believe our eyes, even the doubters", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 73\\nvv ere forced to admit, that the Pennsylvanians were\\nin sight at last.\\nThe following Sunday was spent in an interchange\\nof visits, and the entente cordiale was pleasantly es-\\ntablished.\\nThe newcomers now had their share of orderly\\nand provost work, and the New York troops set\\nforth on a ten day practice march.\\nMaking an early start, we stopped for lunch and\\nwatered horses in a low lying valley, with a flat,\\nswampy river bottom. Our meal consisted of the\\nbacon sandwich which each man carried, and a drink\\nof water. This was the lunch for each succeeding\\nday of this march, and did much to prepare us for\\nthe actual work which was soon to come.\\nAfter an uneventful ride through rather uninter-\\nesting country, we encamped for the night in a\\npretty bit of woodland near the river banks. Both\\ntroops keenly enjoyed the glorious cold bath that\\nthe stream afforded, and as usual lost their soap in\\nthe swift flowing waters.\\nOur second day s march carried us through Lees-\\nburg, a typical, sleepy old Virginia town. Ameri-\\ncan flags waved from every side, and the kindly\\ngreetings of the people proved, if proof were needed,\\nthat the past was forgotten and that blue and gray\\nwere one.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "74 History of Troop A\\nBeyond Leesburg the road lay through a beautiful\\ngrazing country, dotted with fine houses, and one s\\nideal of the Old Dominion became a reality.\\nAfter some rifle practice near the battle field of\\nBall s Bluff, we pitched our dog tents in a magnifi-\\ncently wooded place containing an extraordinary\\nspring.\\nThe water bubbled up from under moss covered\\nrocks, surroimded by great trees, and, crystal clear,\\nformed a bnsin some seventy-five feet in diameter.\\nIt w^as a perfect camping ground, and we were vis-\\nited by many Leesburg people.\\nThe troops held a drill the following morning, on\\na hilly lawn, and the occasionaJ trees reaped a plen-\\nteous harvest of campaign hats, but fortunately no\\nheads were injured. Later in the same day we took\\nup the march, retracing our steps through Lees-\\nburg, and proceeding along a valley abounding in\\npretty country seats.\\nThe camp site for the night was not approved, be-\\ning a swampy sort of place, and after a bath and some\\nsupper we saddled up again and marched a mile fur-\\nther in search of a resting place.\\nFinally wc made camp in an open field, and the\\ncolored mule drivers and cooks sang plantation\\nhvmns around the fire. No matter how familiar the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger jt\\nscenes might be, the picturesque in army Hfe never\\nceased to impress us.\\nAs an incident of the day, Walter, our cook, pol-\\nished off a mule driver, to the admiration of all be-\\nholders.\\nThe following morning we enjoyed a march\\nthrough the prettiest country which we had yet seen,\\nand toward evening we halted and pitched our dog\\ntents in an ideally beautiful spot.\\nA stubble field sloped down to a little wood-\\nfringed stream, a descent of several hundred yards.\\nGreen and goWen hills were all around us, while in\\nthe distance, grim and grand, rose the stately peaks\\nof the Blue Ridge Mountains.\\nAn old Mosby man came into camp that night\\nand regaled us with tales of the Civil War. His best\\nadvice was to throw away the sabre and carry two\\nrevolvers to a man. He told us that Mosby s men\\nhad done this with excellent results, and as regards\\nbuying an extra revolver many of us followed his\\ncounsel.\\nLate in the next afternoon we halted for the night\\nin a pretty meadow at some distance from water. The\\ngrazing was excellent, and some of the men herded\\nthe horses and let them browse on a hill near the\\ncamp.\\nAll went well until stable call. The herders claim", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "76 History of Troop A\\nthat then they drove the horses back purposely, but\\nthere was an elan about the returning steeds which\\nreminded us of the wild coursers of the desert and\\ngave us a deep insight into the business end of a\\ncavalry charge.\\nWe made our next midday halt in Fairfax Court\\nHouse, and the old town resounded once more to\\nthe clank and tramp of cavalry.\\nOff we went again after watering at the town\\npump, the road being almost dustier than usual, for\\nwe were out of the pleasant hill country and had en-\\ntered the parched malarial district in which Camp\\nAlger was situated, probably in the hope of getting\\nthe men acclimated.\\nThe camp looked very natural, and with all its\\nfaults we were glad to get back to it.\\nWe were sorry to hear that some of the Sixth\\nPennsylvania\u00e2\u0080\u0094 about two hundred, I believe\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nlearning that only sixteen men were left in the New\\nYork cavalry camp, had come over and black-\\nguarded our sentries.\\nThe corporal in charge, Iselin, had walked out and\\ntalked with them, but they had withdrawn very sul-\\nlenly. One of their officers had sent over word to\\nlook out that night, as many of their men swore that\\nthey would break guard and attack the troopers.\\nWord was sent back that the cavalry had ball cart-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "WAGON TRAIN CROSSING A FORD NEAR LEESBURG, VA.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 77\\nridges, and hoped that they would not be forced to\\nuse them on comrades, and nothing further hap-\\npened.\\nNow the rumors and pipe dreams all began to\\nswing toward Portoi Rico, and it was claimed that\\nour march had been cut short, as we might be needed\\nat any time.\\nWhen all pipe dreams look alike, watch out for de-\\nvelopments.\\nThey came. One night, in the third relief, I was\\nsitting with my corporal at the guard tent, when Ser-\\ngeant Cromwell came in to report ofif a late pass from\\nWashington. He told us that it was all arranged,\\nand that final orders would soon be received.\\nWhen such intelligence comes it carries weight\\nwith it. It makes a man think, but it makes him\\nglad. And then he doubts again.\\nThe entire twO troops were in the heights of joy\\nall morning, and racked with doubts all the rest of\\nthe day. Finally, about evening parade time, some\\nlarge boxes arrived, and they were discovered to con-\\ntain Krag-Jorgensen carbines and ammunition. The\\ndays of scepticism were over, and, as Terry re-\\nmarked, The blood garglers were triumphant!\\nFinal orders arrived at a late hour in the night,\\nand the second lieutenant, who was then in com-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "78 History of Troop A\\nmand, had the trumpet blown at four instead of at\\nhalf-past five in the morning.\\nThe first sergeant went from tent to tent with a\\nlantern spreading the news. No better example of\\na soldier s character can be given than the fact that\\nall that any one replied was, Porto Rico! How soon\\ndo we start? Not till this afternoon, anyway? D n\\nfool! Why the h 1 don t he let us sleep, then?\\nAnd, permission being given, the troop turned\\nover and rested its allotted hour.\\nThe day was spent in equipping with Krags, etc.,\\ndiscarding every unnecessary article, drinking up a\\nlot of beer, which we had obtained for a projected\\nentertainment, and generally pulling up stakes.\\nJust at dusk the trumpet note of The General\\nsang the swan song of the New York cavalry at\\nCamp Alger, and the troopers, in heavy marching\\norder, on their horses, made a Rembrandt study in\\nblack and gold by the Hght of the flaring police\\nfire.\\nThe wood snapped and crackled, and the stray\\ncartridges in the flaming mass popped and banged.\\nAnd amid the cheering and Good bye, good luck to\\nyou, boys, of the less fortunate infantry. Troop A\\nmoved out from the place so long its home, silently\\nand by night, as it had come, and Camp Alger knew\\nit no more.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "Camp Alger 79\\nWe load onr horses on the cars, and quietly sleep\\non our packed saddles until, at about one o clock in\\nthe morning, we enter our train and the whistle\\nblows. Troop A is off for the front!\\nTHE WHITE MANS Bl/f?D\u00c2\u00a3/^", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "Detail to Purchase Horses\\nBy E. Mortimer Ward.\\nIT \u00c2\u00abteed; constant thy care be and\\nHorses of mettle and might are dear, and not easy to find.\\nALGERINE MAXIM.\\nHE addition of nine-\\nteen men to the strength\\nof the troop made it\\nnecessary to procure\\nhorses enough to mount\\nthem, and to that end a\\nBoard to purchase\\nhorses for Troons A nnri t\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Liuups i\\\\ and C was appomted.\\nLieutenant Frehnghuysen, with Sergeant Debe-\\nvoise, Private Bell, of Troop C Quartermaster\\nSergeant Bowne, Sergeant E. M. Ward and Private\\nBarclay, of Troop A, were detailed.\\nA peculiar thing regarding the detail was that all\\nthe men had been cow punchers, and that fact\\nmade work easy and comfortable, which would have\\nbeen tiresome and disagreeable otherwise.\\nThe detail moved out June 30th late in the after-\\nnoon with three days stowed in various places, a", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "82 History of Troop A\\npiece of bacon hanging on one man s saddle and a\\nfrying pan packed on the blanket roll of another.\\nThe idea was to go through Fauquier and Loudoun\\ncounties and pick up horses from the farmers and\\nstock farms which are scattered all through that\\nsection\u00e2\u0080\u0094 probably the finest land in the Old Domin-\\nion.\\nAs we rode along the Leesburg Pike and got clear\\nof Camp Alger we commenced to breathe entirely\\ndifferent air, and it seemed to make even the horses\\nfeel good. The weather was extremely hot, and\\nVirginia dust has properties entirely its own.\\nAt midnight a halt was made, and by appropriat-\\ning the top rail of the fence we soon had coffee go-\\ning which touched the right spot. A trooper does\\nnot wish for delicacies when on the march, but coffee\\nand tobacco he must have.\\nWe drew into Leesburg at two o clock in the\\nmorning, having marched thirty-two miles, and af-\\nter stabling our horses returned to the hotel and\\nslept in beds with sheets and feather pillows. As\\nwe were not used to such luxuries we all caught cold\\nand said we would compromise on the floor next\\ntime.\\nIn the morning we looked over many would-be\\nchargers, but few were selected. As the paragraph\\nof the United States Army Regulations is clear and", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "Detail to Purchase Horses 83\\ndistinct and the examination was rigid, and as our\\nrowd were keen-eyed and critical, the dealers after\\na while told us what we wanted was a perfect ani-\\nmal at the government price. Having cleared up\\nthe market at Leesburg we moved out at nine that\\nevening for Upperville, and camped at half-past two\\nin a fine oak grove.\\nAfter picketing the horses it took about two min-\\nutes for every one to get sound asleep, only to get\\nup again at five. The first man to wake on an oc-\\ncasion of this kind sees no reason why the rest should\\nsleep, and promptly wakes up the most peaceful\\nslumberer. He in turn disturbs some one else, and\\nm a few minutes every one is up and camp is in full\\nblast, fire going, cofTee boiling and bacon sizzling.\\nOn this occasion we sent out a forager who soon\\ncame back with his nose bag on his arm containino-\\neggs and biscuits which he had corralled at a nearby\\nfarm.\\nWhile we were eating breakfast a gentleman on\\nhorseback rode through the grove and came over to\\nour fire. Seeing our horses eating grass, he at once\\nsuggested sending us some corn for them. He went\\nback to send the corn out to us, but changed his\\nmind and brought it out himself and then made us\\ncontinue our meal while he distributed the feed, say-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "Detail to Purchase Horses 85\\ntroop horses. A stop was made at Welboiirne, a\\nfine old Virp-inia house, where our ignorance of hos-\\npitality received another severe shock, though a\\nmere nothing to the one we received later. The\\nmaster of Welbourne wished us to rest and eat, but\\nwe blushingly said we had just had dinner and were\\nnot at all hungry, and as we must make Leesburg\\nby noon the following day, we marched out. We\\nwere still marching when I went to sleep and woke\\njust in time to catch myself. I started to tell the\\nman alongside of me that I had been asleep, but he\\nmade no answer he was asleep too. In order to\\nkeep awake we sang, not necessarily different songs,\\nbut each man had some song he had a grudge\\nagainst, and he sang it for half an hour on a stretch.\\nThis part of Virginia is thinly settled, and the peo-\\nple live back from the roads, which fact undoubtedly\\nkept some good citizen from taking a pot shot at us.\\nAt half-past three that morning we decided the\\nhorses must be sleepy and we would lie down and\\nwatch them sleep. By carefully removing the rails\\nof a snake fence an entrance was gained to a large\\nfield, where we picketed out and turned in. The\\nearly riser overslept for some unknown reason, and\\nthe camp did not stir until half-past five, when it was\\ndecided to go in swimming. The only water handy\\nwas Goose Creek, which is one hundred feet wide", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "86 History of Troop A\\nand three inches deep at this point, and our swim\\nresolved itself into a bath, and a very unsatisfactory-\\none.\\nReturning to camp one man busied himself mak-\\ning coffee, another brought in the horses, and the\\nothers made up the rolls, packed the saddles and\\nsaddled the horses. Soon the cook announced cof-\\nfee, and we drank our quart cups full and marched\\naway. The whole operation took about twenty\\nminutes, and no one gave orders, but each worked,\\nthereby accomplishing much with little labor. Back\\nto Leesburg at eleven that morning, and the dinner\\nat the hotel was a success. We commenced to be-\\nlieve that one meal a day was good for a man, but I\\nam sorry for the hotel proprietor who provides that\\none meal at usual rates. A little sleep, we thought,\\nwould be nice, so we stretched on the floor and slept\\npeacefully until five P. M., when we turned out, and\\nafter supper marched down the Leesburg pike to\\nCamp Alger. At midnight we halted for one hour,\\nand some one suggested that one stay awake\\nand the rest go to sleep, but as the proposition failed\\nto develop a man to stay awake we decided to have\\ncoffee, tobacco and stories. The hour soon passed,\\nand we marched along watching the stars go out\\nand the sun come up, and arrived at Cam]) with only\\nthree chargers for the Quartermaster.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "CAPT. CLAYTON. TROOP C\\nA HALT ON THE MARCH TO GOOSE CREEK, VA.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "Detail to Purchase Horses 87\\nOn our second expedition it was decided to send a\\nscout through the countr)- ahead of us, and to this\\nend Private Lannon, who knew the country-, lan-\\nguage and people (rare qualities for this risky posi-\\ntion), was despatched with instructions to jump up\\nevery cavalr\\\\- horse in the neighborhood. We took\\ntrain to Upperville, stopped over night with our\\nfriend Law, and proceeded to finish up his honey and\\ncorn pone crop at breakfast. We then took a fix\\nand drove through Delaplain, Markham and Linden\\nto Front Royal. At Markham our scout had caused\\nmany horses to be gathered, but although we want-\\ned horses badly only two were picked out, which\\nrelieved the congested condition of the fix of two\\nmen and saddles.\\nIt was a long drive to Front Royal, and no horses\\nto be had when we arrived. The people of this\\ntown looked at us rather curiously, and upon ques-\\ntioning a native it was discovered that these curi-\\nous people had never seen soldiers, and were\\nnaturally interested, as the town itself suffered dur-\\ning the last war many times.\\nDinner, pack up and in the fix again to drive\\nback to Upperville. but on account of the horses we\\nstopped at Linden, where we were told large rooms\\nand fine accommodations were to be had. The room\\nwe finally got was large, though whether it was a", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "88 History of Troop A\\ntown hall, dancing hall or a barn was a question, but\\nwe stretched out on the floor (which was harder\\nthan the ground) and woke up sore and stiff. We\\nwere not particularly in love with our host, and were\\nglad to move away and take the train back to Alger,\\nleaving Debevoise and Barclay to ride back.\\nSome days later it was decided to try Upperville\\nonce more, as it was promised good stock would be\\nshown; so leaving the squadron, which was then on\\na practice march, at Big Spring, we moved on to-\\nward Upperville, which was connected always in our\\nminds with Mr. Law s hone}^ and corn pone.\\nThe next morning several fine animals were\\npicked up in the village, and then on to Wel-\\nbourne, where our host most cordially invited us\\nto dinner. We accepted with many thanks, and\\nhoped the dinner would be long and slow the better\\nto enjoy the attractions of the household. When\\na man has talked only to men and horses for two\\nmonths, a dinner well served with most enjoyable so-\\nciety is not to be missed or taken lightly. It was\\nsuggested to the hostess during the course of dinner\\nthat it would be well for her to count her spoons be-\\nfore we left the grounds, and she replied at omce that\\nher first impulse on seeing us ride in was to bury all\\nthe silver. Happening to remark a silver tumbler,\\nwhich one rarely sees in the North, I was told they", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "Detail to Purchase Horses 89\\nhad only eleven; the other had been appropriated\\nduring the late unpleasantness.\\nAfter dinner one of the men made some refer-\\nence to our scout s thorough knowledge of the lan-\\nguage of Virginia, and how we were all learning how\\n.x properly pronounce Loudoun county, which at\\nonce brought forth a few remarks about the New\\nYork pronunciation of a few words, and we were\\ngetting the worst of it when the time came for us\\nto return to Upperville, where we were actually to\\nstay until the next afternoon.\\nNext morning we rounded up the counti-y, and\\nwith eleven fine animals started for Camp Alger,\\npassing through Middleburg, the scene of several\\ncavalry fights in the sixties.\\nOn the road our friend who had given our horses\\nthe corn on our first trip, appeared again, and in\\nspite of our protest that we were not in condition to\\ndine ind^ ors we had to brush up and look our best\\nand acce, t his generous hospitality. We decided\\nthat another dinner and we would die from having\\ntoO much care shown us.\\nTwo of our fiery steeds broke loose during dinner,\\nand Barclay was left to hunt them up and bring\\nthem in.\\nWhen we marched out after dinner it was very\\ndark, and on account of the dust the men rode quite", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "90 History of Troop A\\na distance behind one another. We stopped to\\nwater, just short of a cross roads, and as there had\\nbeen talk of taking a different route home, the last\\nman, after his led horses had drunk their fill, found\\nhimself alone with the choice of two roads before\\nhim. He could not see the other men after they\\nrounded a small curve and could not hear them.\\nHe rode up the new road, but got no answer to his\\nhail, and decided that they had taken the old road.\\nIt is easy to get lost on a black night, and still\\nharder to find some one who is trying to find you.\\nAfter playing tag for half an hour both parties de-\\ncided if the other party could not find his or their\\nway back it was his or their own fault, and both\\nrode home on different roads.\\nIt was on the mountain road that night that\\ntwo of our new horses decided they would not join\\nthe cavalry, and broke away and started back. De-\\nbevoise raced them for two miles oil a rough road,\\nand finally headed them and brought them up.\\nThe lost man was asleep when the outfit met in\\nLeesburg, at four A. M., and as he had beaten the\\nmain party by getting lost it was considered best\\nnot to guy him. We placed the horses in a field\\nand turned in.\\nImagine our surprise in the morning to find the\\nfield empty. We were making our way back to", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "Detail to Purchase Horses 9 i\\nreport the circumstances when a small boy told us\\na man had taken the horses to his livery stable.\\nVery kind of him, but it would have been fatal if any\\nof us had had weak hearts.\\nWe kept quiet all day, as it was very hot, and\\nmoved out late in the afternoon toward Camp\\nAlger, stopping for supper on the Camp ground\\nthe squadron had used, because we knew there\\nwould be some fire wood there which some ambi-\\ntious recruit had cut. An old trooper always comes\\nout even on his w^ood; he never cuts more than he\\nneeds or has to.\\nWe had a full ration, with extras, on this occa-\\nsion, and one of our number returned from water\\nwith a pie, and announced that he had negotiated\\nfor some corn pone, which was disposed of with\\ngreat success.\\nSupper finished, we moved out, and at five in the\\nmorning pulled into camp.\\nAfter a couple of hours sleep we reported, and\\nwere soon hustling around like every one else, as\\npipe orders had been recei\\\\ e(l by the Commit-\\ntee that we were going to start for Puerto Kico\\n(according to them) in a few minutes.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "From Camp Alger to\\nPorto Rico\\nStowe Phelps.\\nKennelled in the picaroon, a weary band were we.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094The Last Chantey.\\nAaid then dreams he of cutting- foreign throats,\\nOf breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,\\nOf healths five fathoms deep; and then anon\\nDrums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Romeo and Juliet.\\nBOUT midnight on the\\ntwenty-third of July the\\nti-ain pulled out of the Dunn\\nLoring Station for Newport\\nNews. At last we were\\nreally off for the front, that\\nmythical place where ex-\\ncitement, glory and victory\\nawait the budding hero.\\nThese and similar thoughts occurred to us, only in a\\nvery dreamy way, however, as we curled ourselves\\nup as gracefully as possible on our saddles, with car-\\nbines in the small of our backs and haversacks on\\nour chests to keep us from rolling about too much.\\nWe were tired, for the day had been a long one,\\nbeginning with the four o clock reveille, when we", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "94 History of Troop A\\nwere awakened out of our sleep, only to be told to\\nas you were; though even with the excitmg news\\nin our ears that we were leaving for the Spanish\\nMain that day every one rolled over and went to\\nsleep again and wondered why in the devil they\\nwere routing us out in the middle of the night when\\nwe weren t to start till afternoon.\\nThe next morning every one slept as long as he\\ncould, and then began to shout for food. This was\\nour first mess on travel rations, and it was quite a\\nchange from the Waldorf fare of Camp Alger.\\nCanned corned beef and cauned beans, with hot\\ncoffee, were served by the energetic commissary.\\nWhen comments were made that the coffee would\\nhave been better had it had sugar and milk in it,\\nsaid commissary explained that milk made it in-\\ndigestible, and sugar would be bad for the stomach\\nof any one going ou a sea voyage, thereby adding\\nanother proof of his magnificent forethought and\\nhis ever watchful care over the health of the men.\\nRichmond, Va., was reached about oue P. M. As\\nthe train slowed down in passing through the town\\nmany Southern beauties stood beside the tracks and\\nwaved farewells to us. One, still more fair than the\\nothers, singling out Langdon Erving with the quick-\\nness that comes only with love at first sight, thrust\\na flower into his hand as the train sped by. This", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "From Camp Alger to Porto Rico 95\\nflower, it was seen, had a note attached to it, the\\ncontents of which are unknown except in the secret\\narchives of the War Department. Careful observers,\\nhowever, noted that on reading it Langdon blushed\\ntwice, though he assured us repeatedly it was only a\\nfoolish joke.\\nAbout five o clock Newport News hove in sight,\\nand it was not long before camp was made on the\\nbanks of the James River, whose waters promised\\nfine bathing. This was Sunday afternoon, the 24th\\nof July. For two days we enjoyed the novelty of a\\nnew camp; but disquieting rumors were once more\\naround to disturb our peace. A combination of cir-\\ncumstances might still arise by which Troop A\\nwould be left behind. It was said that of the five\\ntroops of cavalry at Newport News only twO were to\\nbe taken, and the choice would probably fall between\\nthree troops: The City Troop, of Philadelphia;\\nTroop C, of Brooklyn, and ourselves. Which of\\nthese three would have to stay at home? Nobody\\nknew very much of what was going on behind the\\nscenes, but evidently there was a good deal. How-\\never, speculation was cut short on Wednesday morn-\\ning, July 2^, by orders for all three troops to board\\nTransport No. 22, O. M. D., which was the official\\nname for the cattle steamship Massachusetts, of the\\nAtlantic Transport Line, and the question as to who", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "96 History of Troop A\\nshould stay behind was now solved by all three\\ntroops squeezing themselves into the boat.\\nLoading a troop on to a transport with forty days\\nrations for man and beast was no pipe dream. There\\nwere hundreds of boxes of hard tack and canned\\ngoods, sides of bacon and bags of sugar, flour, cofifee,\\npotatoes, onions, c., besides Buzzacott ovens, boil-\\ners, kettles, pots and pans and the odds and ends of\\na kitchen outfit. Then there were the hay and oats,\\nbales and bags ol them, and the tentage and other\\nQ. M. necessities.\\nAll this impedimenta was put on board by our-\\nselves, now turned into a gang of stevedores, armed\\nwith the proper two wheeled truck, and working in a\\nmanner that we had little dreamed of when we had\\nstrolled about the pier of an ocean liner and watched\\nthe similar process of loading.\\nFinally the mule wagons, and last, but not least,\\nthe mules themselves. Now, the mule is a noble\\ncreature, but the placing of this worthy and saga-\\ncious animal in any given position requires patience,\\ntactical skill, diplomacy, a modicum of persuasive-\\nness, and considerable force. He is phlegmatic, at\\nleast to all outward appearances; surrounding condi-\\ntions possess no interest for him. The war with Spain\\nwas a bagatelle in comparison to the fly on his left\\nhind leg. But when he is grabbed around the middle", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "w\\nH\\nrr,\\nW\\nK\\nW\\nH\\nz\\np\\nH\\nn\\nk:\\nsi\\no\\nz u\\nH\\no", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "From Camp Alger to Porto Rico 97\\nby an invisible something, and yanked heavenward\\nin a most unusual manner, he begins to take notice.\\nFirst he tries kicking, but gives that up, for what is\\nthe use of kicking when it produces no results; and\\nthen when he is suddenly dropped from his aerial\\nposition and landed on something solid once more,\\nhe is SO surprised that he doesn t know what to do.\\nOr if it is his fate to go on board via a gangplank, he\\nis led unresisting as far as the bottom of the plank.\\nThis, however, is usually the limit of asinine endur-\\nance, and it becomes necessary to put in the re-\\nserve. A stout rope is passed back of the animal.\\nThree men attach themselves to each end one or\\ntwo more stand in convenient positions with sticks.\\nThen comes the tug. The mule plants his feet, the\\nsix men pull, the two men beat, the man at the halter\\nyanks, everybody shouts, and finally Mr. Mule bucks\\nfiercely up the gangplank, the leader prancing ahead\\nwith some celerity, and both disappear in the cav-\\nernous depths of the ship.\\nAbout one o clock on Thursday, July 28, the last\\nbox of hardtack had been stowed away, the last piece\\nof baggage pulled on board, the last mule had been\\nhoisted over the side, the last good bye said, the\\nlast letter written home, and amid cheers and shouts\\nand a few tears the Massachusetts slowly backed\\nawav from the dock.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "98 History of Troop A\\nAnd, now that we were really leaving our own\\ncountry, perhaps never to come back again, now\\nthat we were going into the actual presence of the\\nenemy, no one seemed to think any more of it than\\nof a holiday excursion.\\nAs the Troop rode down Fifth Avenue on the sec-\\nond day of May the change of conditions from the\\nday before came over us with a rush, and we felt\\nquite heroic, notwithstanding we were going in the\\nopposite direction from the enemy. A month later,\\nwhen, leaving Camp Black, with our faces really\\nturned toward the front, we marched past General\\nRoe and his wife and daughter, there was hardly a\\ndry eye in the crowd; but now it seemed more like\\na picnic. This was due probably to an actual change\\nthat had come about in the minds of the men in the\\nlast few weeks.\\nWhen the President issued his proclamation we\\nresponded for various reasons because our country\\nhad called us; because we wanted the Squadron to\\nmake a good showing. Some went for the experi-\\nence or the vacation others felt there was no special\\nreason for not going, and a few well, a few hoped\\nit might make an impression on Her whose heart\\nwas hard; and if it didn t, then a Spanish bullet\\nwould not be so unwelcome after all. But, what-\\never the reasons mav have been, after two or three", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "From Camp Alger to Porto Rico 99\\nmonths in uniform you forget them all you forget\\nto care that your business is going to smash, or that\\nyou are missing your summer vacation. Your one\\ndesire is to get to the front, somewhere, somehow,\\nand fight somebody, something! Therefore, why be\\nanything but careless and happy under the circum-\\nstances?\\nSo the voyage began under favorable conditions.\\nIt was not a case, however, of three men in a boat,\\nbut of eleven hundred, to say nothing of nine hun-\\ndred horses and mules. Every available spot was\\nfilled, and many that were unfit for any living thing.\\nThe two upper decks were occupied by the animals,\\npacked in like sardines, every two being separated\\nby a rough board. The sufferings of these patient\\nbeasts must have been awful. Space was so wanting\\nthat they had to be crowded in close to the engines\\nand boilers in a temperature that even under the\\nbest of conditions kept them in a constant sweat,\\nand when the boat ran aground in the harbor\\nof Ponce and all circulation of air ceased many of\\nthem came near dying. It is marvellous that only\\none succumbed during the four or five days that\\nelapsed before they could be unloaded.\\nAs to the men, they were also very crowded, but\\nthe accommodations were fairly comfortable. The\\nquarters were in the cellar. Here, heavy uprights,", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "lOO History of Troop **A\\neighteen inches on centres, had been placed in rows\\nabout ten feet apart, between which were hung the\\ncanvas hammocks in two tiers. When it is consid-\\nered that all the equipment and kit, saddles, tents,\\nblankets, arms and accoutrements of each man had\\nto be accommodated in the small space that thus fell\\nto his lot, and also that no such things as passage-\\nways had been left, one can imagine the scene when\\nsome man who lived in the furthest corner started\\nto turn in. He always came last of all, of course,\\nusually with a wet poncho on, after having been\\ndriven from the piazza by rain. Imagine him diving\\nover hammocks and under others, falHng on saddles,\\nkicking down carbines and tripping over sabres.\\nImagine him showering every one with water, but\\ndon t imagine the language that was used; though\\nsome of the remarks made by Frank Bowne and\\nMorty Ward were worthy of preservation as class-\\nics. However, most of us slept on the roof garden,\\nwhich was much more comfortable, despite the dan-\\nger of rolling overboard while asleep, as there was\\nno protection around the edge.\\nAnd just here is a fitting place to record the sad\\ndeath of one of our most loved companions, the best\\nof mascots, Sweet Rosie O Grady, who we called\\nRosie for short. One day while she was playing\\ntag with Watty Leigh she fell overboard, and our", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "9r\\n^^^^^B^Sl j\\nV ^i\\nn\\nim\\n^^f\\nXjW\\n^\u00e2\u0096\u00a0\u00e2\u0096\u00a0B ^r iHBiy^s", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "From Camp Alger to Porto Rico loi\\nlast sight of her was the pathetic wiggle of her little\\ntail as she sank into a watery grave.\\nAs regards the mess, it was a great change from\\nwhat we had been having. The government travel\\nration which is arranged for troops when they are\\nnot supposed to do any cooking, consists of canned\\nbeef (corned), canned beans, canned tomatoes once\\nin fours days, sugar, coffee, salt, etc., and a few other\\nthings, such as soap and candles, these last being\\nof little help in varying the menu. If coffee cannot\\nbe cooked, each man is allowed coffee money (as\\nwhen travelling on railroads) to the extent of twen-\\nty-one cents per day, which represents three pints\\nof coffee at seven cents per pint. On the trans-\\nports, however, arrangements had been made for\\nmaking coffee, that is to say there were two cal-\\ndrons that would make enough for some four hun-\\ndred men, which meant that the other seven hundred\\nhad to change their hours for mess till such times as\\nthey could get hold of the boilers. That Troop A\\nnever had to wait was due entirely to the energies of\\nour head cook, Walter Johnson, to whom all praise\\nis due for his untiring labors throughout the entire\\ncampaign. He was up early and late, and no amount\\nof work was too much for him.\\nApparently the only reason for not providing the\\nmen with something hot once a day besides the", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "102 History of Troop A\\ncoffee, was the lack of time (or forethought), as the\\narrangements on the transport coming home were\\nmost satisfactory in this respect. As it was, after\\nsome persuasion, a soup was cooked for us in the\\nship s galley on two or three occasions.\\nMess was at first served in the quarters, but this\\ncramped and stuffy locality was soon changed for a\\nmore commodious one on deck for even if it had no\\ngreater area horizontally, its dimensions vertically\\nreached to infinity, and the ventilation was excellent.\\nIt needed to be, for it was sun ounded by mules\\nw^hose salient gray faces in bas relief might have\\nserved (to quote Laury Lee) as a family portrait gal-\\nlery to various people not unconnected with military\\naffairs. No water was obtainable to wash the kits,\\nand cold canned beans are insoluble in hay; but one\\ngot used to anything after a while. If, however,\\nthere were no skittles, there was still beer, good and\\ncold and plenty of it. At first this was sold by the\\nship s steward, who owned the monopoly, at twen-\\nty-five cents a bottle; but this trust was investi-\\ngated by the officers and ordered to liquidate.\\nAfter that the Commissary Department was able to\\nobtain it in wholesale quantities at fifteen cents a\\nbottle and retail it at the same price, with or with-\\nout a sandwich, or even a license.\\nBesides the government ration, there had been", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "From Camp Alger to Porto Rico 103\\nbought a quantity of canned corn, peas, peaches,\\npears, c., which relieved the monotony of the\\nregulation diet. There was one man, though, E.\\nThomson by name, who was the joy of the Com-\\nmissary Department. He needed no pate de fois\\ngras and truffles tO keep up his appetite. When\\nevery one was making unkind remarks to the com-\\nmissary, and thinking worse ones about the fare pro-\\nvided, Ernie would come around and cry for beans,\\njust as though he had been brought up on them in-\\nstead of on Castoria; nor would he be happy till he\\nhad a whole can for himself.\\nIn the light of recent events it may be interesting\\nto note that the canned corned beef was of most ex-\\ncellent quality and a delicious article of diet when\\nnot taken too often.\\nNo canned roast beef hadbeen issued to the troops\\nat Camp Alger, but by crossing the palm of the\\nboss stevedore with a bottle of rye several cases of\\nthis commodity were obtained. The exchange was a\\npoor one, for the substance in the cans was dry,\\ntough and stringy, and apparently all nourishment\\nhad been taken out of it; and neither boiling, baking\\nnor any other known process of cooking produced a\\nchange in the texture.\\nIt was during the voyage down that Arthur\\nBrown, who had done valuable work as assistant in", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "I04 History of Troop A\\nthe Commissary Department, was promoted to be\\nthe official cook of the troop, with the rank and pay\\nof a corporal. He and little Bob Troescher, who had\\ndetailed himself to the kitchen, worked like horses in\\na way that few men knew about and still less appre-\\nciated. They and Morty Ward, the most inde-\\nfatigable of stable sergeants, did more work than any\\ndozen men you could pick out.\\nThe matter of supplying man and beast with\\nwater on the transport was one that should have had\\nmore attention from the proper authorities. The\\nwater we got was very dirty, very warm and, worst\\nof all, very scarce; so much so that no one ever had\\nanywhere near the amount he would have liked, and\\nthe poor horses were always on a very short allow-\\nance, some of them at one time being without water\\nfor thirty hours. And the strange part of it all was\\nthat this scarcity seemed entirely unnecessary, for\\nwhen the boat ran on the bar at Ponce two hundred\\ntons of cool, clear water were pumped overboard to\\nHghten the ship.\\nA hogshead was placed on one of the decks to^ hold\\ndrinking water for the men, but it was more often\\nempty than full. A sentry stood guard over it and\\nallowed you only what you could swallow on the\\nspot. If one was skilful, however, he could drink part\\nof a cupful and take a sketchy bath with the rest,", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "From Camp Alger to Porto Rico 105\\nthough the bathing faciHties were excellent after\\ntwo or three days, the same being a hose and a three\\ninch stream of salt water, which was turned on the\\nline of candidates each morning. The wise individ-\\nual, and these seem to have been very few, never was\\ntroubled with thirst, however, for he kept his can-\\nteen full and by wetting the outside always had a\\nquantity of fairly cool water on hand.\\nThe routine of the day consisted principally of\\nlight guard duty and stables, this last being a task\\nat which even Mr. Hercules would have shuddered.\\nAlthough a great deal was done in this line, it pro-\\nduced very little result on the large mass of filth that\\nsoon accumulated, and the decks where the animals\\nwere, soon got into a most horrible condition, which\\nshould never have been permitted; not so much the\\nfault of the officers and men on the boat, as the\\ncrowded condition of affairs that made a proper po-\\nlicing of the ship impossible.\\nA so-called inspection of the men s quarters was\\nmade at uncertain intervals, but nothing was done,\\nand indeed it is doubtful if there was ver}^ much that\\ncould have been done with the mass of stuff that\\nfilled every corner.\\nThe trip in itself was uneventful, and the sea was\\nso calm that seasickness troubled no one, though sev-\\neral men said their stomachs seem to be a little out", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "io6 History of Troop A\\nof order and acted in a manner that was far from\\nself-contained. Daily practice was held with our two\\nnew Colt rapid fire guns, to be in readiness for the\\npractical work to which we hoped soon to put them.\\nOne cannot overlook the fact that there were\\ngreat possibilities for disaster on this trip to Porto\\nRico. If one stops to think that the transport was\\nentirely without convoy, with no life-preservers and\\nwith boats enough to hold only a possible two hun-\\ndred of the thirteen hundred souls on board; also\\nthat the vessel caught fire five times from sparks\\ndropping in the hay, the picture of a most horrible\\ntragedy can be imagined.\\nLuckily nothing did happen, and on the second\\nof August we sighted land. Then for the first time\\na subdued excitement spread over us. The enemy at\\nlast was in sight that is, we couldn t exactly see\\nhim, but he might be hiding anywhere, and we\\nrather expected a stray Mauser bullet to come liiss-\\ning by our ears for a welcome.\\nSoon the news was brought to us that Ponce had\\nsurrendered, but that we were not to land, but pro-\\nceed farther down the coast and join General\\nBrooke. Hurrah! We are in it at last! when\\nsuddenly the vessel lurches, lunges forward a little\\nand then stops. Awful moment! We were hard\\nand fast on the bar of Ponce harbor!", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "Unloading Horses\\nLeonard S. Horner.\\nDip and drink deep,\\nCold water is a feast;\\nGood entertainment here\\nFor man and beast.\\nThe Moderation of Transports.\\nBut down in the depths of the vaults below,\\nThere s Malvoisie for a world of woe.\\nMolloy.\\nT was Tuesday afternoon,\\nthe day after the Massa-\\nchusetts had come to her\\nforced anchorage.\\nNear noon on that day\\nthe pipe dream, which\\nhad gained more credence\\nevery hour, viz., that the\\ntroop was to be moved from\\nthe ship, became a reahty, and we were ordered\\nto pack up our belongings and pile them on the\\nofficers deck preparatory to being lowered on the\\nflat scow, which was to move men, arms and pos-\\nsessions to the Prairie for the night. The rolls\\nwere made and strapped to the saddles, and these.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "io8 History of Troop A\\nwith arms and belts, were thrown in one big pile on\\nthe deck to await the next move. Orders then came\\nthat Sergeant E. M. Ward was to select ten men\\nand stay on the ship to water and feed the horses\\nand guard the commissary stores. The ten were\\nSergeant Ward, in charge; Saddler Becker, Wag-\\noner Glynn, Farrier Bird and Privates Bradley,\\nGrannis, Hildreth, Horner, Lee and Ledyard. The\\npacks, arms and clothing of the above were ordered\\nto be put in a separate corner, and a guard put over\\nthem. At about four the troop lowered their stuff\\ninto the scow, and then piled in themselves, to be\\ntowed to the Trairie.\\nThe horse detail went below and started their\\nwork of watering the suffering beasts, which had\\nbeen nearly all day without water, as the ship s\\npumps had broken some days before. The water had\\nto be dipped from the tank and passed from hand to\\nhand along the line of men who stood in the narrow\\ngangways in front of the horse stalls.\\nThe heat w^as intense on this deck, cut off from\\nall air. The water basin itself was deep and was sit-\\nuated in the extreme after-part of the ship, down\\ntwo ladders from the stable; and, due to the oppor-\\ntune suggestion of Laurie Lee, a lariat was used to\\nlower the buckets into the well. The work at the\\nlariat was of the most trying kind, and a man could", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "Unloading Horses loo\\nstand the strain for only a short time before he had\\nto be reheved.\\nThere were a like number of Troop C men left\\nfor the same purpose, and these, with the hospital\\nand signal corps, some regulars and the mule skin-\\nners and wagoners, distributed themselves about\\nevery five feet along the long gangways from the\\nwell to the extreme fore-part of the ship.\\nThe horses were nearly wild with thirst, and\\ngreedily drank three bucketsful each, all they were\\nallowed. As the horses near the well were watered\\nthe line became gradually longer and longer, until\\nnearly the whole ship was encircled by this human\\nchain.\\nTime passed and night began to fall, and to add to\\nthe discomfort the electric lights failed to work, so\\nwe were in almost total darkness, save for the lan-\\nterns hung at the hatchways. About seven the\\nspirits of the men began to droop; the occasional\\nlaughter and talk heard at first stopped, and all set-\\ntled down to work, with only the sound of Water,\\nas a full bucket was passed, and Empty, as the\\nbucket was handed back for a fresh supply. Every-\\none was stripped to the waist, so intense was the\\nheat, and sweat was streaming from every pore.\\nCaptain Williamson, U.S.A., had charge of this\\nwork, and let everybody know it.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "110 History of Troop A\\nAs the buckets were passed from hand to hand\\nalong the narrow passage the horses tried to grab\\nthem with their teeth. One could see as the bucket\\npassed, a man raise it and take a drink, not caring\\nfor the dirt and forgetting the fact that any number\\nof horses and mules had rubbed their noses on its\\nsides.\\nThis was finally over with, and after haying down\\nwe went on deck to find some air and food. By this\\ntime it was nearing nine o clock, and we had last\\neaten at noon. A small supper of bread, butter and\\ncoffee had been provided, and it d taste very good.\\nAll our clothing, blankets and arms had been\\nordered to be thrown on the scow, so we had only\\nthe shirts on our backs. Bird s shirt even had gone\\nwith the other stuff.\\nAll this was, however, soon forgotten, and we\\ncame to feel that we were by far the luckiest men in\\nthe troop. This was the glorious part of the history\\nof Mort s Detail and one that will last forever in the\\nmemory of those who participated.\\nHaving no blouses nor blankets we decided it\\nwisest to go down to the hole, and enjoy the ham-\\nmocks. With us were those two worthies, Mort\\nWard and Doc Becker, well acquainted with the\\ncontents of all boxes, whether belonging to our\\ncommand or any other, and their eagle eyes soor.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "Unloading Horses 1 1 1\\nespied one marked Currycombs and Brushes.\\nThey dived into it and brought out five quarts of\\nKing William IV., of unquestionable merit at all\\ntimes, and especially to the v^et and weary. We\\nbrightened up. The more we looked the more we\\nfound. First, a barrel of crackers; then on prying\\nopen the special box of the commissar} sergeant,\\nStowe Phelps, a dozen cans of condensed milk; and\\nlast a sack of sugar and coffee mixed. With this\\nlayout we started to forget the past, and thought\\nthis world was pretty good after all.\\nRowe Bradley became official barkeep, with the\\nspecial function of mixing just enough whiskey and\\nlemon with Apollinaris water. Dear old Phil became\\nthe milk-punch shaker, and the rest of us did our\\npart by passing around the flowing bowl (a can\\nacquired by Doc from another command).\\nAn old tar came down in the midst of this banquet\\nand enjoyed his share, sang songs, and said a few\\nthings not to be written about that damned cap-\\ntain.\\nWe rolled up in our hammocks in the early morn-\\ning, only to be aroused at five to get a cup of\\ncoffee and a hardtack, when the orders came to start\\nunloading the horses. This was done by swinging\\na derrick over to the side of the ship, having a rope\\nattached to the end of the arm with a canvas sling", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "112 History of Troop A\\non it, in which the horses and mules were tied, and\\nthen lowered to the scow. Doc Becker went down\\non the first scow and loaded it. It was a unique sen-\\nsation, standing in the scow, the rise and fall of the\\nheavy ground swell now dashing it against the side\\nof the ship, now carrying it a few yards away; with\\nwhat looked like an octopus coming down on you\\nfrom thirty feet above, legs going every way. The\\nman in the scow had the guide rope, and his first\\nattempt, as the horse sprawled on the floor and then\\nscrambled for the side was to grab the beast by the\\nhalter and jerk him back. It took good nerve, but\\nthe men stuck to it, and the scows were loaded in\\ngood shape and were swung aft to wait for the\\nlaunch to tow them to shore.\\nOnce as a magnificent dark chestnut was being\\nlowered, and just before it got to the scow, the\\nswing slipped off and at the same instant the scow\\nveered away from the ship; so down into the ocean\\nthe horse went, and for an instant was out of sight.\\nSeeing we could not save him we threw the halter\\nstrap off and the horse struck out, swimming\\nagainst the high waves straight out to sea, so be-\\nwildered that instinct did not guide him toward\\nland. But soon he turned, and, now nearly ex-\\nhausted, in some way turned over on his side and\\nseemed to* float, so as to get his wind. Then recover-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "Unloadino: Horses\\n113\\ning he struck out again, and slowly passed around\\nthe stern toward the island off to our right. After\\nwhat seemed a long time, a joyful shout rang\\nthrough the air from the other side of the ship, and\\nwe knew the animal had landed safely.\\nWe were relieved in the afternoon, and so ends the\\nhistory of Mort s Detail.\\n^^*4MlSC\u00c2\u00a3\u00c2\u00bbg^^", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "The Camp at Ponce\\nIrving Riiland.\\nNow hearts are filled with hope and stern resolve\\nNow war becomes a memory and we\\nAre left to dodge tarantulas and hunt\\nThe gay guerilla. \u00e2\u0080\u0094A Pretty Picnic.\\nWhen a man s occupied, leisure\\nSeems to him wonderful pleasure;\\nFaith, and at leisure once is he,\\nStraightway he wants to be busy;\\nHere we re at peace and aghast I m\\nCaught, thinking war is a pastime.\\nThe Glove.\\nT was a fitting conclusion\\nfor the voyage of the Mas-\\nsachusetts that she should\\nrun aground at the very\\nmouth of the harbor where\\nwe were expecting to land.\\nIf the mishap caused sur-\\nprise, that emotion was\\nquite swallowed up by the\\nrage that followed it.\\nThings were said of the captain, mates and men that\\nmay not be indicated even in a history of troopers.\\nWe seemed to have run aground so gently that", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "ii6 History of Troop A\\nwe hoped the h antic churning of the screw would\\nsoon back us off. As the afternoon waned our\\nhopes faded with it; and they were not brightened\\nmuch by the sight of a wretched side-wheeler, the\\nfamous Gussie, which finally came hesitatingly to\\nhelp us. The poor red craft looked like a nickel-in-\\nthe-slot steamboat. Her crew missed the rope we\\nthrew them, and, wheeling in a large circle that took\\nher almost hull down on the horizon, she finally\\ncame alongside again. A hawser was made fast from\\nour stern to hers, and she tugged feebly while our\\nwheel tore the water furiously. We did not move\\nan inch. All at once darkness was upon us, and we\\nknew we were doomed to another night on the\\nMassachusetts. It poured, of course, in the night,\\nbut the day dawned brightly, and the arrival of some\\nsteamers, sturdier looking than our red friend, made\\nus hopeful again.\\nVolunteers were asked for the perilous task of\\nrowing officers ashore. Many were called, but few\\nwere chosen, and they were the envied of men. The\\nexcursion, however, was not all beer and skittles,\\nfor the hours were long and the lifeboat of the\\nMassachusetts was not a pleasure craft. After a\\nfew hours they returned, and we overwhelmed them\\nwith questions in our eager curiosity about the\\nisland and the people, and the things to eat and", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "The Camp at Ponce 117\\ndrink. They had eaten mangoes, crackers and\\nguava paste; they had drunk Hme and soda with ice\\nin it, and had heard vague tales of a hotel where\\nfood was to be had. In a word, the port of Ponce was\\nmost friendly a place of pedlers of food and cigar-\\nettes and the enemy was far away in the hills.\\nSergeant Pat had been seen riding a tiny horse,\\nhis feet nearly touching the ground, and it had been\\nlearned that we were to have landed down the coast\\nat Arroyo if we had not run aground.\\nAll day, off and on, steamers and tugs made fast\\nnow to our bow and now to our stern, trying to\\nbudge our beloved ship. Spray flew and heavy steel\\ncables broke; but we moved not. Our hearts\\nsank at the thought of another night on board;\\nbut in the afternoon the joyful order came to get\\nsaddles, packs and arms on deck. All the belong-\\nings of the Troop (except the horses) were piled\\non the starboard hurricane deck, and we squatted\\nin the midst of our possessions, waiting for the com-\\nmand to load them on the lighters. It came at last,\\nand squad by squad we toiled around to port with\\nour saddles, packs and arms and lowered them by\\nropes into the lighters alongside. Then we learned\\nthat Vv^e were not going ashore, but on board the\\ncruiser Prairie for the night, our wretched craft\\nhaving sprung a leak at last. We scrambled down", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "ii8 History of Troop A\\nthe side, some into the huge lifeboat of the Massa-\\nchusetts, the rest into Hghters, and were merrily on\\nour way to the Prairie. She lay a few hundred\\nyards away, and was said to have been stationed\\nthere to guard against the Spanish torpedo boat\\nTerror, which was still supposed to be at large.\\nWe were heartily welcomed on board by the crew\\n(Naval Reserves from Massachusetts) and the good\\nship Prairie, with her clean wide decks and spick\\nand span order\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what a contrast she made to our\\nlumbered up, foul smelling transport!\\nThe sailors gave us cool, clear water, hot tea, with\\nmilk, and hot ship biscuits. The earliest to arrive\\nhad mangoes and rice pudding! Our first ser-\\ngeant exercised some secret influence, so that we\\nhad part of a deck to ourselves to sleep on.\\nIn the morning, after a breakfast of hardtack and\\ncoffee, we were towed ashore in a big lighter, and\\nwere in the enemy s country at last. We did not\\nhave to fight for a landing, alas! (as some said).\\nNatives came out to pole us alongside the big pier,\\nand as we scrambled ashore pedlers of mangoes and\\ngreasy little corn cakes, and boys with boards pile d\\nhigh with duke coca, singing their melancholy\\nsong, plied us with their wares. We lingered on the\\npier for a while, and then marched to the square in\\nfront of the church, that was to be our camp until the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "1\\n1\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^li\\nif^^\\nLft.i\u00c2\u00bbir\\nIS\\n1 1\\nJ 4^\\n1\\nx^T iy-- ---MSB\\n9^-^f^\\nM*^ _ -_\\n^m\\nR*\\n\u00c2\u00abMi\\nM\\nU. S. S. PRAIRIE PON CE HARBOR\\nSATTERLEE\\nCORP. ERVING\\nCOMING ASHORE FROM THE PRAIRIE PONCE HARBOR", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "The Camp at Ponce 119\\nhorses were unloaded. The Philadelphians were\\nalready ensconced on the shady side of the church;\\nsome of them were trying to get picket line posts to\\nhold in the soggy ground. In the afternoon we\\nmoved to the opposite side of the square to- the cor-\\nner, where our saddles were piled in cheerful con-\\nfusion. Here Frank Morse paid us a visit. He had\\ncome to Porto Rico to join the Rough Riders; find-\\ning none there he joined forces with Troop A, and\\nafterward remained with us until we were mustered\\nout. Some of those who were not on guard or on\\nthe detail to unload horses and stores, slept on the\\nnarrow piazzas of the houses, or wherever a patch\\nof shade could be foimd. Others wandered through\\nthe Httle town and brought back stories of endless\\ncheap cigars and cheaper meals of rice and beans and\\nan occasional egg. Bread could be bought at greatly\\nadvanced prices four centavos a small loaf con-\\nscientiously haggling over the price, but ending by\\npaying it. We spent the night lying where we\\ncould under shelter when it was to be found, for\\nrain was certain to fall. Many, however, were con-\\ntent with the pebbly road. The scuttling of land\\ncrabs and attack of mosquitoes made the night far\\nfrom happy.\\nMilkmen appeared at dawn, and the inevitable\\nboy with his melancholy song of dulce coca,", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "120 History of Troop A\\nThe milkmen milked the cows at the doorsteps\\ndirectly into small necked bottles, a ring of in-\\nterested urchins and idle ox drivers watching the\\nobviously virtuous process. (The milk we bought\\nat our later camp must have reached the can of the\\npedler by a more devious and watery way.) Ox\\ncarts loaded with commissary stores soon filled the\\nstreet a slowly moving, patient procession. Those\\nof the men who could get away invaded the dirty\\nlittle restaurants for breakfast, as our commissary\\ndepartment was still cHnging with patient affection\\nto a combination of hardtack and canned tomatoes.\\nOur horses began to come ashore as the day\\ndragged along, and were picketed to the fence\\nwhere the native washerwomen had been hanging\\ntheir clothes. By nightfall about twenty horses\\nwere ashore, and Sergeant Emmet, with a detail of\\nthe lucky men whose horses had been landed, was\\nsent to Ponce to make a camp. All turned out to\\nhelp them root out their saddles, packs and arms\\nfrom the mass of Troop A s belongings piled in\\nutter confusion about the corner house; and, in-\\ncidentally, each man grasped his own as it came to\\nview and piled it all together, thinking fooHsh\\none! that when he came to get his things, there\\nthey would be. Rain began to trickle as night fell,\\nand all packs were ordered to be heaped under the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "The Camp at Ponce 121\\neaves of the friendly house. Confusion reigned\\nagain, and swearing was heard in the morning.\\nHorses came ashore steadily the next day, one\\nlighterful being towed in by toiling horse marines\\nof Troop A, other boatfuls by launches; so that\\nby afternoon most of our cattle were ashore, and\\nwere led to Ponce and turned loose to graze in the\\ninclosure where our camp was pitched. A running\\nstream was near at hand, where horses could have\\nwater in plenty, and where we could bathe without\\nstint. This abundance of water was real luxury\\nsomewhat modified, perhaps, by the kn^owledge\\nthat dirty washerwomen, washing dirtier clothes,\\nlined the banks above us. For it will be remem-\\nbered that, excepting on the short marches we\\nmade in Virginia, we had had scanty allowance of\\nwater for horse and man since we left New York.\\nThe encampment at Ponce was at first in shelter\\ntents ranged along a barbed wire fence. The fence\\nwas soon hung from end to end with haversacks,\\ncanteens, blankets and underclothes of every ^size\\nand color; ponchos and blankets were stretched\\nfrom the tent-tops to the fence-posts to make\\nlarger the area protected from sun and rain. The\\ntents and their additions, however, promised poor\\nshelter from the storm that was always brooding\\ndarkly along the mountain-ridges beyond the city.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "122 History of Troop A\\nAll the tents were prudently ditched with what\\nseemed sufficient trenches against floods as we had\\nknown them. In the first few storms they carried\\nthe water off. But one day the deluge came and\\nthe deepest ditches were as though they were not.\\nWide streams poured through the tents, soaking\\neverything, and a saffron pond slowly crept from\\nthe picket line to the lowest of the tents. There\\nwas not a dry inch in camp. After the storm abated\\nevery one turned out to dig trenches that would\\ndefy Puerto Rico s worst. Deep into the fibrous soil\\nthey chopped and dug, leading wide channels to\\nthe ravine beyond the fence. Some even made\\nraised floors of bamboo to make assurance doubly\\nsure and the next day the camp was moved. Cir-\\ncular tents were raised beyond the picket line, and\\nthey, after being well ditched, were proof against\\nwhatever came. Only three were needed at first, as\\nthe details under Lieutenant Frelinghuysen and\\nSergeant Cromwell had taken many men to the in-\\nterior. Some of us clung to the shelter tents, others\\nswung hammocks from trees and posts and pro-\\ntected their beds from rain with various picturesque\\ndevices. Squads were no longer kept together the\\nmen slept where they liked.\\nB Troop, Second Cavalry, was camped in the\\nfield adjoining, and with it we were made into a", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "The Camp at Ponce 123\\nsquadron under the command of Captain Hoppin,\\nand were attached to the Headquarters of the Army.\\nA running guard was now estabHshed, three pri-\\nvates, each to relieve the other, being enough to\\nguard the camp. There was no corporal of the\\nguard, which arrangement met with the unqualified\\napproval of the non-coms. When B Troop left\\nfor the interior, the guard was increased to six men,\\nand a corporal, and the heyday of the corporals was\\nover.\\nDetails went each day aboard the Massachu-\\nsetts till the medical, commissary and quartermas-\\nter s stores were all ashore and in camp. The men\\nwho had this work to do found an hour now and\\nthen to sit in the corner store at the Playa and drink\\nHme and soda with ice, or to get dinner eggs, rice\\nand beans, fried fish, perhaps, sour wine (if they\\nwanted it), a kind of guava paste and coffee at the\\nlittle hotel around the corner, whose imperturbable,\\nslowly moving proprietor nor prayers nor profanity\\ncould stir beyond his customed pace; or to smoke\\non his little balcony that overlooked the dreamy bay,\\nwhere the black transports lay in sleepy calm, and\\nnatives lazily poled clumsy lighters ashore. The\\nsecond day in camp we took the horses to the Playa\\nto swim them in the sea. The water, warm as it was,\\nfreshened up men and horses wonderfully, and sev-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "124 History of Troop A\\neral times afterward this excursion to the sea was\\nrepeated.\\nThe question that filled our minds these earty\\ndays was whether we should be sent into action, and\\nwhen, and where, and how. Attached to General\\nMiles as his body-guard, we speculated upon what\\nchance there would be of our getting on the firing\\nline when Aibonito was stormed. Some said one\\nthing and some said another, till one afternoon the\\nfamiliar word was given around that there would be\\nno more passes; no one could leave camp. Smiles\\nwere smiled, of course; but rumors of an attack to\\nbe made on the morrow (August 13th), though they\\nwerehstened to lightly, gave a faint shade of serious-\\nness to the familiar prohibition. Marching orders\\nhowever, had come this time, and at dawn we were\\nin the saddle, packed and equipped for the march to\\nCoamo. Then came the command to loosen girths\\nwe were not to march yet. The day wore along till\\nfinally we heard Unsaddle and place saddles in the\\nrear of your horses and tie up to the picket line!\\nThen rumor ran swiftly peace had been declared.\\nSome pooh-poohed; many cried, saying, I told you\\nso. Later the rumor was confirmed a Protocol\\nhad been signed. The first feeling that swept the\\ncamp was one of keen disappointment. To have\\nwaited so long and to have come so far and then to", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "The Camp at Ponce 125\\njust miss the chance of a fight after all was irony of\\nfate indeed. Cool reflection has since modified that\\ndisappointment.\\nNew speculations now seized upon us. What\\nshould we do now, and what next after that? Would\\nthere be patrol duty? Should we reach home before\\nThanksgiving? Would not the President send us\\nto New York at once? In fine, the immediate des-\\ntiny of Troop A, N.Y.V., absorbed our entire\\nattention.\\nIn the idle hours of waiting that followed, a taste\\nfor gaming developed with mushroom rapidity.\\nThere were no books or papers to read; with-\\nout, the sun was desperately hot, but under the\\nfriendly shade of the tents the poker games began\\nto go merrily. At first there was a game or two in\\nthe morning after stables, then perhaps one or two\\nafter midday mess, then all day long they lasted from\\nstables till tattoo, with time out for morning water\\ncall and mess, and afternoon water call and mess, and\\nevening parade. A bale of hay covered with a shelter\\ntent for a table, seats of upturned pails (when one\\ncould find that luxury), very much used cards, and\\ncopper and silver coins of Puerto Rico, completed\\nthe outfit. Each contained its own measure of tor-\\nture, but places in the games were at a premium.\\nThen came the wheel to vary the monotony of the", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "126 History of Troop A\\ncards, and Troop A warriors of renown in the\\nhour of peace returned to commercial pursuits.\\nThe Banos Minerales beyond the town were now\\nfilled every day, and the dining-room of the Hotel\\nFrancais every evening, with the troopers whose\\nturn it was to go to town and the turn came very\\noften. We sat calmly at the same table with Briga-\\ndiers, Colonels and Commanders in the Navy, and\\nate before their envious eyes the delicacies that the\\nwell-tipped waiter set before us in dyspepsia breed-\\ning haste. Madame was very friendly, A troop-\\ners were steady patrons, and kept the waiters good-\\nnatured.\\nThose whose day it was to stop in camp, the stern-\\nbrowed Commissary Sergeant Ward fed sumptu-\\nously, now on hard kinds of things baked in rice,\\nseasoned to the finest palate with curry; now on\\neggs scrambled with canned tomatoes, arf and arf;\\nsometimes with squash and yams and fried bananas;\\non grand occasions with fried fish and melons (no\\nsecond helping). Bread he gave us, too, and to\\nthose who could not live without them, beans\\nmeaning me, says Ernie Thomson). Then there\\nwere boiled milk and boiled eggs for the sick\\nmen and for those a little under the weather and\\nfor anyone else who could wheedle the hard-eyed sa-\\ntrap of the kettles. A dour man was he; but, allow-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "L .-iail^B^eJ llaUL.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "The Camp at Ponce 127\\ning for circumstances, he fed us well. May he\\nnever plead in vain for a second helping! At break-\\nfast we could buy milk, as it was called, from milk\\nvenders who came to the border of the camp with\\ntheir Httle cans, crying Leche! Leche! Nearly\\nevery day two women brought baskets of fruit, tiny\\nstrawberry bananas, the most delicious product of\\nthe island; mangoes, limes and, once, pineapples;\\nand native men came with wooden trays of sweetish,\\ninsipid cakes and the same old dulce coca. In the\\nhot noonday, as we came back from water, a softly\\nsmiling but very canny half-breed stood at the gate\\nselling lime ice dipped from an undersized freezer\\nwith a funny little scoop cinque centavos the glass,\\na large thimble. Always at mess times a row of na-\\ntives, old men and women, young ones, and children\\nwere ranged along the wire fence behind the\\nkitchen, eager for any scrap of food that one might\\nthrow them. Look here! they cried in their pip-\\ning voices, Look here! Look here! They balked\\nat nothing. Even the hard black things in the rice\\ndidn t quench their enthusiasm, and bits of hard-\\ntack were gifts from heaven.\\nWhen we had been in Porto Rico about two\\nweeks it was found expedient to hire a small house\\nin Ponce for the use of the sick of the Troop. Here\\nthe men were well cared for, receiving more atten-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "128 History of Troop A\\ntion than would have been possible in the general\\nhospital. Chic Childs and Jamie Clark were sent\\nhome on the Van Rensselaers yacht, and Jack Iselin\\nand Rob Barclay on the Lydia; H. Barclay, Line,\\nAdee, Leigh, Bird, Cannon, Pinchot and Howard\\nKerner sailed later on the Relief.\\nThe days passed, one very like another. Lieu-\\ntenant Frelinghuysen and Sergeant Cromwell with\\ntheir men were still in the interior; smaller details\\nwere scattered in various directions. Twelve men\\nunder Sergeant Phelps had just left camp for Utua-\\ndo, and the rest of the Troop had hardly finished its\\nworld-famed midnight gallop to Santa Isabel, when\\nword came that Troop A was ordered home.\\nThe various absentees were telegraphed for, and\\nthey lost no time in getting into camp. Sergeant\\nPhelps detail coming all the way from Utuado in\\ntwelve hours. But there was no need of such speed.\\nWe did not leave Porto Rico until a week later.\\nEveryone was looking for mementos to take\\nhome sabres, Mausers, machetes, trinkets, but-\\ntons; in fact, almost anything. Some got valuable\\nrelics flags, guidons and beautiful decorations\\nfor almost nothing. But the Porto Ricans were be-\\nginning to understand the situation, and were soon\\npeddling Spanish ofificers hats, chevrons, swords,\\nbuttons and what-not at fabulous prices. What", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "The Camp at Ponce 129\\nsome men paid for buttons would have kept their\\nthroats moist at Sergeant Ward s Transport Bar\\nRoom and High Class Cafe all the way to New York.\\nAnd as for the money paid for swords it must have\\nbeen pesos won at the gaming-bale. Cigars and\\ncigarettes by the fifties and hundreds were bought;\\nthe factories were running overtime to fill orders.\\nThe purchases were packed in saddlebags and rolls.\\nMany boxes were laid in the fine blue commissary\\nchest. Of these some reached their owners, and\\nothers didn t. And thereby hangs a tale.\\nOne day a rumor drifted idly into^ camp that the\\nhorses were to be left in Porto Rico. To most of\\nthe men (the memory of the Massachusetts still\\nrankhng) it seemed too good to be true. In the\\nbosoms of others, however, it pricked the core of\\nvanity. To become doughboys, indeed! The gods\\nforbid! As the rumor grew in strength, hot waxed\\nthe argument. Finally a vote was polled, to take,\\nor not to take the horses. The nays had it over-\\nwhelmingly, and so, of course, the horses were\\ntaken, and the Just-like-the-regulars had their\\nway after all.\\nOn the night of September 2nd we were told that\\nthe next day we were to embark on the Mississip-\\npi, and that a start would be made at the peep o\\ndawn. At daybreak we were in the saddle, marching", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "130 History of Troop A\\ndown the familiar Playa road for the last time. We\\nreached the wharf just ahead of C Troop, and after\\na delay loaded our horses on an enormous lighter\\nand our saddles and packs and stores on a smaller\\none. Most of the men went on board in the after-\\nnoon and chose snug places on deck to swing their\\nhammocks. A detail of ten was left to load head-\\nquarters horses. Lucky ones how pleased they\\nwere At midnight, however, they, too, climbed\\non board, and slept where they fell. The next day\\nthey took what was left in the way of hammock\\nroom.\\nPuerto Rico gave us a smiling farewell, as she had\\na smiling welcome. The sun sparkled as brightly\\non the water, and made as purple shadows on the\\nlovely green hills; but we saw these things with\\ndifferent eyes. Our eager curiosity about the\\nisland, the people, the centipedes, the tarantulas,\\nthe rainy season, and all the other horrors enjoyably\\ndepicted in the Consular Report, not to mention\\nthe Spanish foe, had been more than satisfied. A\\nfew fortunate ones had, indeed, seen the swarthy\\nSpaniard in his lair and the Spaniard had seemed\\nnone the worse for the experience. All had learned\\nthat to be wet in Porto Rico is to be wet in a new\\nway. And for the rest we watched, without a pang,\\nMonita Island (whose imposing solitude so stirred", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "The Camp at Ponce\\n131\\nour interest a short month since) slowly sinking be-\\nlow the horizon. Nay, the taut hammocks quivered\\nwith the shock as we roared the chorus of Home,\\nBoys, Home!", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "The Mess\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A Mess\\nJames T. Terry.\\nHear humankind responsive groan,\\nMan cannot live by beans alone.\\nE. S. Martin (up to date).\\nBusy, curious, thirsty fly\\nDrink with me, and drink as I\\nSip thou freely of my cup.\\nFreely of my portion sup.\\nT is a glorious thing to fight\\nand die for one s country.\\nThe volunteer dashing to\\nenlist thinks only of the val-\\norous deeds to be per-\\nformed,, the reputation for\\nheroism to be won, and the\\ngrateful glory of a trium-\\nphant return. The prospect of what he must under-\\ngo before he becomes fit fighting material does not\\nphase him he never thinks of it until too late.\\nWhen, last spring, with boundless enthusiasm we\\nrushed into the breach, little did we think that in a\\nfew short weeks the joys of Delmonico s would seem\\nan almost impossible dream, and even the glazed\\nvirtues of Dennett s a lost opportunity.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "134 History of Troop A\\nOur friends have shown many marks of their ap-\\npreciation of our virtues; but had they seen us day\\nafter day battHng for our lives with the rations it\\nwould certainly have enhanced the fame of our hero-\\nism.\\nAt home, as amateurs, we gloried in the skilful\\nuse of our sabres, were proud of our proficiency with\\nrevolver and carbine but as real soldiers the arms\\nupon which we most rehed were those trusty blades\\nof sohd steel fitted with handles of iron and kept,\\nwhen not in action, in small leathern sheaths. Ye\\ngods, with these simple weapons what prodigies of\\nvalor were accomphshed! it is needless to say that\\nthose silver spoons with which, according to the\\npress, we were all born, were not taken with us upon\\nour glorious campaign. The knives of which I have\\nspoken, forks of rude and simple construction, two\\noval tin plates, fitting one upon the other, one of\\nthem convertible into a miniature saucepan by\\nmeans of an infolding handle, and a huge tin cup, big\\nenough to serve as a wash basin, constituted the gas-\\ntronomic weapons by means of which we did cur\\nawful execution.\\nThe history of our struggle with the rations may\\nbe divided into five periods: At Camp Black, at\\nCamp Alger, the terrific contest on the Massachu-\\nsetts, the campaign in Puerto Rico, and finally on", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "The Mess A Mess 135\\nboard the transport Mississippi. At Camp Black\\nwe were under the stewardship of the gallant Ser-\\ngeant Pellew, of whom it might be said that he\\nfloated into popularity on a wave of milk. Things\\nwere easy for him when it did not rain, but it rained\\na large part of the time. As long as we were still\\nunder State control our rations were varied and\\ngood. They were not, to be sure, served with all\\nthe daintiness to which we were accustomed at\\nSt. Andrews cofifee-stands, but they were palatable\\nto hungry troopers and amply sustaining. How\\nsome wives, mothers or sisters would have mar-\\nvelled had they seen their captious critics at Camp\\nBlack lined up in the rain along a flat rail of dirty\\npine wood about six inches across, eating with\\nrehsh, from tin plates, greasy codfish cakes, ham\\nand eggs and dear old beans always beans and, as\\nfinal relish, molasses dipped with an iron spoon out\\nof a wooden pail and smeared over a slab of fried\\nrice! With what mingled feehngs would they have\\nobserv^ed the simple method of washing the dishes\\nWith the passing of the troop from the service\\nof the State to that of the nation, our rations, like\\nour pay, became less liberal, and we fared as do the\\nregulars. There is a fact not realized by our friends\\nat home who try to supplement the soldier s bill\\nof fare by donations of pies, cakes, candy, and even", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "136 History of Troop A\\nice-cream, and that is that just as prize-fighters\\nand football players must regulate their diet to get\\ninto condition for a contest, so must soldiers regu-\\nlate theirs in order to be fit for the work before\\nthem. At home we should prefer crisp, tender\\nwafers to hardtack, but for fitting us to endure\\nsoldiering the army biscuit is better; it makes us\\nlong for the fray, inspired by the hope that life will\\nsoon be over. Under the fostering care of the com-\\nmissary, Walter Price, a canopy of barbaric splen-\\ndor was raised over our devoted heads, so that we\\nand the flies might more comfortably enjoy the\\nluxury of the mess. At the conclusion of our\\nfeasts slaves, led by one Teekskill, hastened to\\ncleanse our exhausted dishes. Such was the ad-\\nministration of this department that we flourished\\nlike the green bay tree.\\nAt Newport News we were almost too busy to\\neat, but once embarked on that good old tramp, the\\nMassachusetts, we realized how far we were from\\nhome and mother. Beans, bacon and hardtack\\nhardtack, bacon and beans; bacon, beans and bacon;\\nhardtack, beans and bacon such was the splendid\\nvariety of our fare. Water was so scarce that as a\\ndelicacy Stowe Phelps, that ferocious eater who had\\nnow assumed control of the destinies of the mess,\\ngave us soup made of salt water, which was not a", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "The Mess A Mess 137\\nsuccess, though provocative of howls. At Puerto\\nRico fried plantains and tropical fruits added\\na dash of variety to our menu. During our stay\\non this hostile island we were exposed to a dead-\\nly peril from an unexpected quarter we were at-\\ntacked by canisters of alleged roast beef, more wide-\\nreaching and penetrating in their destructive quali-\\nties than the dreaded Mauser bullets. Even the\\nPuerto Ricans in their pilferings respected its char-\\nacter so much that they refused to steal it.\\nOn the return trip on the Mississippi, profiting\\nby the experience gained on the Massachusetts,\\nthat celebrated delicatessen Sergeant Harry\\nWard, and that notorious forager Corporal Arthur\\nBrown, who had undertaken the enviable task of\\nfeeding the grateful troopers, prepared to seize all\\nthe laurels that could possibly be gathered in this de-\\npartment. How well they succeeded could be told\\nby a glance at the sleek appearance of Sergeant\\nWard on his arrival in New York.\\nIn ending my digest of this phase of our experi-\\nence it is gratifying to reflect that we enlisted with\\nthe expectant hope of braving danger and were\\nnot disappointed.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "SF-COND LIEUTKNANT jOSKI ll S. FK EI.INGHr VSKN\\n1", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "The\\nFrelinghuysen Lancers\\nLeland S. Stillman.\\nA rough, hard ride and a long, long way.\\nAnd a call to arms at night\\nPatrols and a truce that played the deuce\\nWith a long-expected fight.\\nThe Lay of the Lorn Lancer.\\nHE Troop had barely become\\nsettled in camp at Ponce,\\nand the field was still a maze\\nof dog tents, ammunition,\\ncanned goods, rapid fire\\nguns and forage, when one\\nevening a pipe dream was\\nwafted through camp that a\\ndetail was to be sent on a\\nmission tO the interior, and\\nwould probably get into a scrap. The rumor grew\\nwith what it fed upon, and by the time its truth was\\ndefinitely known imagination had mapped out all\\nsorts of possibiHties in the way of military glory. On\\nAugust 9th, just after mess, it was announced that\\nthe men who were to go were Lieutenant FreUng-\\nhuysen, Quartermaster Sergeant Bowne, Corporals", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "140 History of Troop A\\nBrown and Leigh and Privates Adee, Beales, Brad-\\nley, Clark, Dyer, Grannis, Henry, Pinchot, Reding-\\nton, Slidell, Stillman and Wallace.\\nThe next morning, at 6.45, the detail fell in in\\nheavy marching order. All extra clothing and\\nequipment were left at Ponce in case the detail did\\nnot return. A quick march to the Playa to report\\nto Pleadquarters was followed by a tedious wait;\\nabout noon, the cavalcade started guarding a car-\\nriage in w hich was about $50,000, it was rumored,\\nto pay of\u00c2\u00a5 the natives engaged in improving the\\nroad over the mountains.\\nThe road for several miles, or more than half the\\ndistance to Adjuntas, was finely macadamized and\\ngraded, and was built years ago by the Spaniards for\\nmilitary purposes. It led in a general northwesterly\\ndirection, winding around among the foothills and\\nthrough sugar and coffee plantations. Presently\\nthere was an end of the good road, and from that\\npoint on there was no telling at what moment one s\\nhorse would stumble over a rock or mire in the\\ntreacherous-looking and innumerable mud puddles.\\nIt was just before leaving the good road that\\nHenry s saddle slipped back and his horse took to\\nbucking in true Western style, and, having left his\\nrider by the wayside, bucked every step down the\\nhill, nearly kicked all the slats out of a native, and", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "The Frelinghuysen Lancers 141\\ncharged into a band at work on a curve in the road.\\nThey took to the woods Hke monkeys, and the horse,\\nleaving a trail of cartridges, hardtack, saddle-bags\\nand other outfit along the road, came to the main\\nbody and halted.\\nJust beyond here Redington rode up and in-\\nformed the point that they were to keep a sharp\\nlookout, as a body of Spanish troops had been\\nthrough those parts the day before. They loaded\\ntheir pistols, and for three miles enjoyed the firm ex-\\npectation of being fired upon at any moment. Sud-\\ndenly, at a turn in the road, they saw far up on the\\nhill what seemed to be an armed body, and word was\\npromptly sent back tO that effect. It turned out to\\nbe the Sixth Illinois and Sixth Massachusetts with\\ntheir stores and ammunition on ox carts. The sight\\nof two troopers looking for trouble in a country over\\nwhich two thousand American troops had just\\npassed was duly appreciated by the doughboy rear\\nguard, who informed them as soon as they could\\nspeak that there hadn t been a Spaniard within thirty\\nmiles of the place for two weeks.\\nIt took an endless amount of time to get Captain\\nEvans carriage past the ox teams, many of which\\nwere stalled in the narrow road. It took them three\\ndays to go from Ponce to Adjuntas. Just before\\nsunset the summit of the first ransre of mountains", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "142 History of Troop A\\nwas reached, and the road led with many windings\\ndown into a valley to the town of Adjuntas, then held\\nby a small force of General Henry s men, Company\\nM, Nineteenth Regular Infantry. The picket line\\nwas stretched in the public garden of the town, and\\nthe men quartered in an old empty store house. It\\nwas alive with cockroaches as big as mice. The place\\nhad the virtue of being dry, at all events, for the\\ntropical showers had been frequent from the time the\\nfirst foothills were reached till late in the afternoon.\\nExcept for the cockroaches, glow worms and un-\\ncanny noises, the night was uneventful enough. Red-\\nington created a diversion by getting up about mid-\\nnight tO swear at a crowd of jabbering natives across\\nthe street, and, in order to do it effectively, had un-\\nfastened the heavy wooden shutters of a side win-\\ndow. He was found later vainly trying to shut them\\nagain, afraid to let go with either hand for fear they\\nwould fall from the broken hinges, crash into the\\nstreet and bring out a call to arms.\\nOne of several instances of the kind treatment\\nshown to the troops occurred at Adjuntas when\\nLieutenant Helms, Nineteenth Infantry, shared his\\nroom with Dyer, who was about used up at the end\\nof the day s ride.\\nThe next morning (August nth) the detail left\\nAdjimtas, and after an eight hours march through", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "The Frelinghuysen Lancers 143\\nmore sugar and coffee plantations, relieved by a dip\\nin the stream, arrived in sight of Utuado and the\\nbridge over the Arecibo River just outside the town.\\nHere the column was halted at the instance of Jamie\\nClark, one of the point that day, who came gallop-\\ning furiously back to inform Captain Evans that the\\nbridge was guarded by Spanish troops. After a brief\\nsurvey of the situation the order Forvvard, March!\\nwas given, and the detail, every man with his hand on\\nhis pistol, advanced slowly down the road, only to\\nfind the supposed enemy to be two Puerto Rican\\npolicemen, with antiquated muskets, guarding the\\nbridge and delirious with excitement and delight at\\nthe arrival of more Americanos.\\nThe same pleasure and excitement attended the\\nmarch through the town, men throwing up their\\nhats and running wildly through the streets shout-\\ning Puerto Rico Americano and women holding\\nup their little naked brown babies to take in the\\nsight. A rumor soon started to the effect that a\\nforce of Spanish troops were ambushed in the vi-\\ncinity and intended to attack the town that night.\\nUtuado was held at this time by General Henry\\nwith a company of the Nineteenth Infantry under\\nCaptain Smith, a detachment of Troop B, Second\\nCavalry, and some Signal Corps men, and marked\\nthe limit of the American invasion in this part of\\nthe island.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "144 History of Troop A\\nOn account of the possibility of a night attack\\nthe detail was quartered in the old Spanish Civil\\nGuard House, already comfortably filled by a de-\\ntachment of Troop B, Second Cavalry, and the\\npicket line was stretched in the narrow street, on\\nwhich the building faced. Of all the filthy, veno-\\nmous places to pass a night, that old guard-house\\nwas probably the worst encountered by Troop A\\nanywhere in the tropics or elsewhere. The stable\\nyard in the rear was a foot deep in a vile smelling\\ncompound of mud, manure and stagnant water, the\\nodor from which pervaded the whole region, and\\nmust have fairly reeked with germs of all the dis-\\neases that flesh is heir to.\\nThe men were allowed to take in the sights for\\na time after the horses were picketed and fed with\\nthe only kind of long green seen on the island.\\nAfter mess, served, by the way, in the above men-\\ntioned court yard, the guard was detailed and the\\nrest of the push lay down wherever they could\\nfind room, which was scarce. Lights were extin-\\nguished and snores beginning to be frequent, when\\nStillman was rudely brought out of the first stages\\nof a heavy sleep by something on his face that\\nseemed to cover it all at once. He made a pass at\\nthe thing in the dark, heard a dull, sickening thud\\nagainst the opposite wall as it hit, and rose to in-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "The Frellnghuysen Lancers 145\\nvestigate, only to find the whole floor alive with big,\\nshiny, brown cockroaches fully three inches long.\\nAt twelve a rumble like distant artillery was heard\\nin the hills, accompanied by a severe shaking of the\\nbuilding. Pinchot, who was on guard in the street,\\nrushed in and informed Lieutenant Frellnghuysen\\nthat the Spanish had opened fire in the hills. The\\nlatter, half dressed and hatless, rushed out into the\\nstreet yelling To arms In about ten seconds the\\nwhole street was alive with men armed to the teeth\\nand looking for all sorts of trouble. The Lieutenant\\nwas presently informed that it was only an earth-\\nquake, and soon the men were sound asleep again.\\nThe incident was sufficiently exciting, however, for\\nit was a midnight call to arms in the enemy s coun-\\ntry, on the firing lines, so to speak, and furnished\\nthe imagination with plenty of material for the time\\nbeing.\\nExcitement began very early next day, for a crowd\\nof patriots had unearthed a number of Spaniards in\\nthe hills, and brought them captive into town with\\nthe avowed intention of massacring them all. They\\nwere so bent on this, and so excited over it, that it\\nwas necessary to disarm captors, as well as captives,\\nand put both under guard. While this was going\\non in the town a nervous individual appeared with\\na machete on the pasture where the horses were", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "146 History of Troop A\\npicketed and vowed that he owned the earth with\\na fence around it, and that no horse, by ginger\\nblue, could be picketed on his ranch. After his\\nwrath was spent from sheer fatigue it was gradually\\nlearned that a certain part of the field was not to\\nbe used for the horses by an agreement with the\\noflficers, and that one horse had overstepped the\\nlimit, and the error rectified, he at once became ex-\\ntremely afifable and wanted to blow the whole crowd\\noff to a drink.\\nThat night was spent in more comfortable quar-\\nters at the telegraph station, where the detail fell in\\nwith Lieutenant Patterson, or more properly speak-\\ning Lieutenant Patterson fell in with the detail, hav-\\ning been sent by General Henry to countermand\\nthe order to return to Ponce, which, it seems. Lieu-\\ntenant Frelinghuysen had received; and August 13th\\norders came to saddle early and move out of town.\\nNobody knew our destination; some said home,\\nothers San Juan; but it was all guesswork. The de-\\ntail moved out across the bridge by which the town\\nhad been entered and then down a side road, where\\na halt was ordered. This lasted till afternoon, when\\norders came to pitch camp. The spot selected, near\\nthe banks of a rushing stream, overhung in places\\nby enormous clumps of bamboo, was one of the\\nprettiest on the whole trip. Of course, a bath was", "height": "3210", "width": "1897", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "2 9\\nQ\\nw\\nH", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "The Frelinghuysen Lancers 147\\nin order after the horses were picketed with lariats\\nand the tents were set up in a field of sensitive plant.\\nThe path left by a man in walking through it re-\\nminded one of that made by a mowing machine in\\na clover patch.\\nMuch comment on all sides was caused by the\\nappearance that night of twinkling lights far\\nup in the hills, suggesting signal-lights of the\\nenemy, but it turned out afterwards that they came\\nfrom native huts among the trees. Lieutenant\\nFrelinghuysen had spent the afternoon construct-\\ning an elaborate palm leaf and bamboo affair to\\nkeep off the night air, and retired in all the state\\nof an African prince, having given up his cot to\\none of the men who was sick. About midnight\\nthe whole edifice collapsed about his ears, and the\\nLieutenant rushed out in a towering passion and\\npajamas just in time to see the offender, a white\\npack mule, disappear in the fog and gloom.\\nOrders came early on Sunday morning, the 14th,\\nrequiring ten men to escort Lieutenant Preston,\\nof the Ninth Cavalry, under a flag of truce to the\\ntown of Ciales, situated about fifteen miles north-\\neast of Utuado and then occupied by the Spanish.\\nThat meant that four men must be left in camp,\\nand lots were drawn in fear and trembling. It fell\\nto Adee, Clark, Henry and Stillman to hold the", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "148 History of Troop A\\nfort at Utiiado till the rest returned, and a more\\ndisgusted quartette can hardly be imagined. They\\nsat around watching the others pack up and move\\nout, and then retired to the shade of their respect-\\nive tents, all wore down and cursing and sweat-\\ning profusely.\\nAt about eleven that morning a troop of cavalry\\narrived on the scene and must have been sur-\\nprised to see an army camp composed of two\\ndog tents and four troopers. The latter lay and\\nwatched the proceedings till a number of familiar\\ngray shirts roused them to a closer inspection. It\\nturned out to be the rest of Captain Hoppin s\\nTroop B of the Second Cavalry, with one of the\\nrapid fire gun details from Troop A. The men\\nwere Sergeant Cromwell, Lance Corporal Satter-\\nlee and Privates Smith, Crowell and Pierson. The\\ntroop had hardly unsaddled when a detail of four-\\nteen men was called for to escort Lieutenant Ervin\\nL. Phillips, Sixth Cavalry, on an expedition to\\nLares, a town of 18,000 inhabitants, about seven-\\nteen miles northwest of Utuado, strongly fortified,\\nand occupied by about eight hundred Spanish reg-\\nulars. Captain Hoppin very kindly told Cromwell\\nthat our nine men could form a part of the detail\\nif they wished. The others were quickly chosen\\nfrom B Troop, and by one o clock the detail, un-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "The Frelinghuysen Lancers 149\\nder the immediate command of Lieutenant Lock-\\nridge, was ready to start.\\nThe trail struck off into the hills to the north-\\nwest of Utuado, and soon became inarrow and\\nstony or else covered with mud and water. In\\nfact, Adee s horse fell, throwing its rider and\\ncovering them both from head to foot with a coat-\\ning of red mud. The horse, that wall-eyed old brute\\nknown as Montana first, got up dead lame, and\\nin consequence Adee was ordered back to Utuado,\\nmuch to the regret of every one. As he was taken\\nsick with typhoid two days later, his fall may be\\nregarded as a dispensation of Providence, for he\\ncould never have been taken out over that trail\\nalive.\\nAbout sundown, after several halts to interview\\npassing natives, the detail turned to the left from the\\ntrail and made camp in a grassy spot four miles from\\nLares. A compact had been made with the regulars\\nby which they agreed to do the cooking and to\\nwater and feed the horses, while the A men were\\nto do the guard duty.\\nIt was thought advisable to send a messenger to\\nthe Spanish Commander in Lares stating that under\\nthe terms of the Protocol the American troops were\\nto occupy Puerto Rico and requesting him to evacu-\\nate. The messenger, a native, mounted his pony and", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "150 History of Troop A\\ndisappeared in the dusk in the direction of Lares.\\nAbout nine o clock, someone with a voice Hke a fog-\\nhorn began to yell from up in the hills America!\\nAmerica! It turned out to be the messenger, who\\nhad not cared to run into the sentries and had taken\\nthe precaution of disturbing the peace of the sur-\\nrounding population before he made his appearance.\\nShortly after this Sergeant Ford, of Troop B, told\\nthe men that the Lieutenant wanted to see them up\\nby the camp fire. The officer s words were brief and\\nto the point: The Spanish Commander refuses to\\nrecognize our flag of truce, and has not heard of any\\nProtocol having been signed. I anticipate an attack\\nto-night and wish you to sleep with your pistols and\\nammunition belts on and your carbines at your sides.\\nIn case a shot is fired I want you to join me instantly\\nby that tree near my hammock.\\nThere wasn t much sleep left in the cowd. The\\nLieutenant posted a vidette guard, composed of\\nSergeant Cromwell, Smith, Henry and Pierson, in\\na clump of bushes a few hundred yards down the\\nroad, and a sentry posted in camp. Two men, with\\nSergeant Ford, shortened the horses lariats and\\nbrought them closer to camp. The night was almost\\npitch dark and cloudy. A crowd of natives, who had\\nfollowed along, were camped in the rear of the detail,\\nand kept the sentry on the alert. The messenger", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "z\\nD\\nO\\nH\\nR o\\nai\\nE 2\\nH\\no\\nH O", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "The Frelinghuysen Lancers 151\\nhad been put under arrest for safe keeping, and slept\\nnext to Ford, who was Sergeant of the guard. It\\nwas not what might be called a restful night. Satter-\\nlee s nerves were so^ wrought upon by Cromwell\\nwhen the latter waked him up at one o clock to go on\\nguard that he went out and challenged one of the\\npack mules.\\nThe nig ht passed entirely without incident, and\\nwith nothing except the unusual sensations to make\\nit memorable. Soon after dawn orders were given\\nto break camp, and by sunrise the detail was con-\\ntinuing its journey toward Lares. This looked in-\\nteresting in view of the attitude of the Spanish the\\nnight before. The trail, if anything, was worse than\\non the previous day, and the horses feet were already\\nin bad shape. Suddenly, through a rift in the foliage,\\nthe white buildings of Lares came in view, and, just\\nas the detail arrived at the foot of a steep rock hill\\nand emerged from the woods, something else came\\ninto view, namely, the Spanish trenches thrown up\\non a hill about eight hundred yards on the right. A\\nhalt seemed to be in order. The Spanish could be\\nseen distinctly moving around inside their earth-\\nworks, some in white helmets and others in little\\ngreen caps. Presently, a flag of truce was stuck up\\noutside their trenches, and Lieutenant Lockridge\\nand his interpreter, also with a flag of truce, went", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "152 History of Troop A\\nahead. He arrived at an understanding with the\\nSpanish officer, who had received advices during the\\nnight from San Juan, and returned in about three\\nhours.\\nThe detail now moved forward into the town. The\\nSpanish had abandoned the trenches in which they\\nhad first been seen, and none were visible as the\\nAmericans, black and forbidding looking, in drip-\\nping ponchos, crossed the bridge at the foot of a\\nsteep hill and entered the narrow streets. These for\\na few minutes were deathly quiet, and then swarmed\\nwith natives as soon as the latter became assured of\\nthe peaceful character of our intentions. Traces of\\nthe Spanish occupation, however, were numerous in\\nthe rifle pits and barbed wire fences by which every\\nroad and alley leading up to the summit of the hill\\nwas blockaded. The only road available was one\\nwhich the natives had just opened.\\nThe arrival of the first Americanos occasioned\\na wild demonstration, for Lares had been the Span-\\nish stronghold in that part of the island, and the\\nnatives had suffered accordingly. Nothing could\\nexceed the enthusiasm which greeted the troopers\\non every side. The public school house, por ninos,\\nadjoining the Cathedral in the centre of the town,\\nhad been cleaned and scrubbed out for the reception\\nof the soldiers, and a private house just below placed", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Tl [ij", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "The Frelinghuysen Lancers 153\\nat the disposal of Lieutenant Lockridge. The picket\\nline was laid in the cathedral plaza, or terrace, and\\nthe tired beasts were soon knee deep in the long,\\nfresh grass that a string of natives brought up and\\ndeposited there. The Cathedral, too, at the highest\\npoint and centre of the town, had been fortified as\\nif for a last stand, and reminded one of a picture of\\nSaragossa. The tiles of the plaza about the Cathedral\\nhad been torn from their places, piled up along the\\nedge of the terrace and covered with sacks of earth\\nand gravel, between which were left apertures for\\nthe Mausers; even the doors were protected by\\nbreastworks, and the towers were pierced with\\nloopholes.\\nThe fellows lived on the fat of the land that day.\\nIt took some time, however, to get used to the sen-\\nsation of being regarded as an animal in a cage. The\\npopulation hung around outside in droves, staring\\nwith eyes and mouths wide open. One would think\\nthey would tire of it after a while, but those dagos\\nwould stand by the hour, some of them in exactly\\nthe same position, taking in everything. All the\\nlame, halt and blind from the surrounding boroughs\\nwere brought in and deposited on the doorstep of\\nthe barracks\u00e2\u0080\u0094 horrible cases of elephantiasis, tumor,\\nepilepsy and very likely leprosy\u00e2\u0080\u0094 until finally Dr.\\nLetch Smith drove them off as a health precau-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "154 History of Troop A\\ntion. It was fully two days before the crowd around\\nthe school-house diminished to any appreciable ex-\\ntent. A serenade by the most excruciating native\\nband, which planted itself directly under our win-\\ndows, was the feature of the first evening; it was\\nwell meant, but made night hideous, and the intense\\nenthusiasm excited among the natives by the wild\\nairs made a riot or outbreak of some kind seem\\nprobable.\\nThe detail occupied the town for three days. Dur-\\ning that time a patrol and sentry A men exclu-\\nsively) were kept on guard day and night, the for-\\nmer to watch the natives and report any gathering,\\nor put a stop to any demonstration that might be in\\nprocess of organization. The feelings of the men, as\\nthey patrolled the dark, narrow streets at night in\\na town of that size, miles away from the American\\narmy, and not knowing whether or not treachery\\nwas at work behind the fast-closed shutters of those\\nrickety old houses, can better be imagined than\\ndescribed. Pierson was accosted one night by an\\nexcited individual who stoutly maintained that a\\nSpanish sympathizer was about to start on a tour of\\nrapine and massacre, and demanded that he be taken\\nout and shot. Pierson, with a great show of con-\\ncern, accompanied the native to his house and put a\\nred chalk mark on his door, assuring him that the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "The Frelinghuysen Lancers i^^\\nsign would protect him and his household from all\\ntroubles, and sent him on his way rejoicing. Several\\nother false alarms of a like nature were given, but\\nnothing serious happened within the patrol limits.\\nTwo Spanish sympathizers were killed in the sub-\\nurbs, however, which tended to increase the appre-\\nhension of trouble. The crowds about the barracks\\ngradually diminished, and the people returned to\\ntheir accustomed routine of life.\\nA refreshing incident was the appearance in Lares\\nof a Dr. Ascenjo, a Puerto Rican, who had grad-\\nuated at a medical school in Brooklyn and who was\\nfull of interesting information.\\nThe second day was marked by the arrival in\\ntown of the former alcalde of the place, who had\\nbeen exiled by the Spanish. The whole population\\nwas at his heels, once more wild with delight. His\\nmore intimate friends crowded about, kissing him\\nand vicing with each other for the honor of holding\\nhis horse.\\nOn the afternoon of the third day, Wednesday,\\nAugust 17th, hurry orders were unexpectedly re-\\nceived to saddle up and to keep all arms close at\\nhand. The latter part of the order lent an air of\\ndistinct excitement to the occasion, and was quite\\na blow, for most of the men had made up their minds\\nto a quiet stay in Lares till reinforcements arrived.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "156 History of Troop A\\nHowever, in fifteen minutes the detail was ready\\nto move out, and took the trail back in the direction\\nof Utuado. It looked like a night march, but less\\nthan a mile outside the town Lieutenant Lockridge\\nturned sharp to the right and entered a grassy lot,\\nwhere camp was to be made. Before giving orders\\nto unsaddle he called the men to attention and said\\nI want you to know that the only reason we are\\nleaving Lares is because I have received peremptory\\norders to go back to Utuado. I also want you to\\nfeel that I appreciate the excellent work you men\\nhave done on this trip, under most trying circum-\\nstances. No soldiers in the world could have done\\nit any better.\\nNo tents were put up that night, for the time was\\ntaken up after supper by a musical seance over the\\ncamp-fire till taps. Each man slept where his saddle\\ndropped, and was up bright and early, ready for\\nanything.\\nThe return to Utuado was about half accom-\\nplished when at a turn in the road Lieutenant Fre-\\nlinghuysen and the Gales crowd rode up. They\\nwere on their way to Lares and other towns in the\\nwestern part of the island as an escort to Lieutenant\\nPreston, of the Ninth Cavalry. After an exchange\\nof greetings and a brief consultation. Lieutenant\\nLockridge returned to Utuado with his interpreter", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "W X.\\ntJ\\n7. U", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "The Frelinghuysen Lancers 157\\nand the rest faced about and picked their way back\\nto Lares, with the whole A detail reunited, ex-\\ncept Jamie Clark, who returned to Utuado on ac-\\ncount of illness.\\nThe night was spent in Lares, and next morn-\\ning, Friday, August 19th, the detail departed\\nfor Las Marias over the vilest trail yet en-\\ncountered. It was by trooper all the way, and\\nslow at that. At times the cofifee-bushes hung so\\nlow over the trail that it wa:5 a question whether\\nhorse or man could make his way through. At one\\ntime the report of a gun brought a sharp order to\\nprepare arms for instant service, and a halt was or-\\ndered until a reconnaissance revealed that it was\\nsome native shooting birds. The four men from\\nB Troop had been left in Lares to garrison the\\ntown, but departed that morning by order of Lieu-\\ntenant Preston, who was overtaken by a courier and\\ntold that the Spanish were coming back to Lares\\nand refused to enter if any American soldiers re-\\nmained.\\nLas Marias was reached toward the middle of\\nthe afternoon, after fording a very deep and rapid\\nstream, in which the pack mules had the worst of\\nit. The banks of the stream on the farther side\\nwere strewn with band music, old helmets and other\\nparaphernalia which the Spanish had abandoned on", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "158 History of Troop A\\ntheir retreat after the fight at Las Marias, and the\\nbattle-field, too, was suggestive of disaster, though\\nit was several days after General Schwan s victory.\\nJust outside of Las Marias the detail was halted\\nby a provost guard of the Eleventh Infantry posted\\non a hill commanding the road, but the answer to\\nthe challenge, U. S. Troops, Lieutenant Preston\\nand a scouting party, was satisfactory. No\\nstop was made in the town, which differed, ex-\\nternally, in no respect from all the others, and\\nthe detail halted at an abandoned camp, about\\nfour miles farther on, where the mud was deep\\nand sticky from the tramp of men and horses,\\nand the grass had become a memory. It rained\\nnearly all night, and the whole place was afloat.\\nThe entire time of the sentries was occupied\\nin keeping the camp fire lit. Altogether the morn-\\ning dawned on as wet, dirty, cold and disgruntled a\\ncrowd as one would care to meet, and not till some\\nhot coffee, served at a wayside inn, had gotten in its\\nwork and the sun had dried things up a little, did\\nthe spirits of the men begin to rise. The meeting\\nwith a battery of the Fifth Artillery struggling up a\\nhill through six or eight inches of mud helped to\\nmake everybody feel things might be worse.\\nSoon the muddy road ended; from that point to\\nMayaguez it was like the first part of the road out of", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "The Frelinghuysen Lancers 159\\nPonce. It was not an unmixed blessing, however,\\nfor it meant a steady trot for five miles down hill\\nand through the town. Once there, troubles\\nwere at an end for the time being. The horses en-\\njoyed their liberty in the back yard of an old ware-\\nhouse, which the men shared with a guard detail of\\nthe First Kentucky. Horses and property were put\\nin charge of one man, the rest being left to their own\\ndevices. That meant a bath in the old-fashioned\\ncement bathtubs at the Hotel de Paris, or in the\\ndilapidated showers at the Spanish barracks, and a\\ndinner and long smoke on the front porch, where\\nofficers and men mingled freely without distinction\\nof rank. Madame, who kept the hotel and spoke\\nany language but English, showed an extraordinary\\namount of interest in the new arrivals and did much\\nfor their comfort. An informal banquet on Satur-\\nday night, with speeches and much rude harmony,\\nwas a pleasant incident of the stay at Mayaguez.\\nLieutenant Preston, on being toasted, made a few\\nhappy remarks in regard to the spirit of discipline,\\nwhich, to his surprise, seemed to pervade Troop\\nA. A long loaf on Sunday, spent by some in\\nquizzing the fair ones, bedecked in lace, who ven-\\ntured out without their duennas, and by others in\\nvisiting the Spanish barracks, where the First Ken-\\ntucky had a lot of prisoners under guard, was", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "i6o History ot Troop A\\nbrought to a hasty close by orders to saddle up\\nabout five P. M., and the seven mile trot that fol-\\nlowed, the halt for a cup of coffee in a country store,\\nand the night ride till two A. M. through darkness,\\nrain and mud will remain long in the memory of\\nthose who had to go through it. The village of San\\nGerman was passed about midnight. Two hours later\\nthe detail arrived at Sabana Grande, where the local\\npolice station had to serve again as shelter, and the\\nhorses had the whole corral behind to themselves.\\nIt was weary work dragging one s wet heavy equip-\\nment up those stairs and making a bed afterward\\nat two A. M., but in fifteen minutes at most, every\\nman was dead to- the world, the guard duty being\\nleft to a couple of Puerto Rican policemen.\\nUp again at eight o clock, a hasty breakfast, sad-\\ndle up and forward, march! This time the trail\\nstruck up into the mountains from Sabana Grande,\\nand the scenery was equal to any on the whole trip.\\nAs the top of the ridge was reached Playa de Ponce\\ncould be seen dimly, with the fleet of transports at\\nanchor in the bay. On the summit the detail halted\\nand interviewed a couple of Frenchmen who lived\\nthere in a hut, for God knows what reason, and\\nwhose sole offering in the way of refreshment on a\\nhot day was some anisette strong enough to walk\\nalone. They had not heard of the Protocol, knew", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "M i\\nhi\\nJ-\\n[j\\nM\\nin\\n^r\\n^f 1\\n^fflp\\n^*^I^S", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "The Frelinghuysen Lancers 161\\nonly vaguely that there had been a war and appar-\\nently did not care. From the summit the trail\\nwound down hill in frightful grades that used up\\nthe horses feet fearfully. There will be horseshoes\\non that trail to arouse the wonder of the natives\\nprobably till the end of time, for it could not have\\nbeen used more than twice a year. Getting the\\nhorses shod had caused no end of trouble during\\nthe whole trip, for few native blacksmiths had any-\\nthing but small shoes for their own horses, and\\nwhen they had, were so afraid of the cavalry horses\\non account of their size that it took about six men\\nto accomplish it. This was so marked at Mayaguez\\nthat Pierson turned the owner of the shop out of\\nhouse and home and spent all Sunday shoeing up\\nthe whole fifteen, and he did it well, too, considering\\nthe Hmited facilities.\\nLieutenant Preston was anxious to reach Adjun-\\ntas that night, but we did not make it, and were\\nforced to camp. The tents were pitched in a beauti-\\nful grassy field adjoining an old hacienda, and the\\ntiredest crowd that ever lived slept the sleep of the\\nweary that night. They had covered in the twenty-\\nfour hours since leaving Mayaguez what would be\\nequivalent on the plains to a sixty mile march. An\\nearly start brought the detail in sight of Adjuntas\\nabout ten o clock, August 23rd, when the officers", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "l62 History of Troop A\\nleft at the junction of the road from Sabana Grande\\nand Utuado and went to Adjuntas for orders.\\nThey came back about noon, and we went on to\\nAdjuntas, arriving there at one o clock. Shortly\\nafterward a detachment of fifteen men from Troop\\nA, under Sergeant Phelps arrived. They were\\nescorting Lieutenant Langhorne and guarding a\\nlarge sum of money, which was being carried\\nthrough to Utuado. It had been two weeks since\\nwe had seen any Troop A men, and it seemed\\nlike a meeting of long lost brothers. The night was\\nspent in the old plaza in Adjuntas, where those who\\nhad enough energy left put up their dog-tents in the\\ncard-board garden.\\nThe next morning, August 24th, at about seven,\\nour detachment left Adjuntas bound for Utuado.\\nIt was rather a disgusted crowd, for most of us had\\nvisions of Ponce and an occasional rest, but about\\nhalf way over, a native overtook the detail with a\\nmessage to Lieutenant Frelinghuysen. It contained\\norders to return to Ponce to take the transport\\nhome. After three cheers for Lieutenant Preston,\\nwho kept on to Utuado, the crowd set up a howl\\nof delight that must have startled the natives, and\\nthere was no lagging the rest of the day. A short\\ndistance back on the trail we met Lieutenant Lang-\\nhorne and Sergeant Phelps detail, and notified them", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "The Frelinghuysen Lancers 163\\nof our orders to return at once to Ponce. Lieuten-\\nant Langhorne s instructions were to proceed to\\nUtuado and it was, therefore, decided that his escort\\nshould go on with him. We said Au revoir to our\\ncomrades and wished them good luck, and then a\\nlong, fast march, trotting most of the way, up hill\\nand down, brought the wanderers back to the fold\\nat Ponce, which was a haven of refuge and rest from\\nthat time until we boarded the transport.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "Special Delivery\\nThomas Slidell.\\nAnd there was my Roland to bear the whole weight\\nOf the news which alone could save Aix from her fate.\\nRobert Browning.\\nT a very early hour the\\nday after the Frehnghuy-\\nsen Lancers had left Ponce\\nI was awakened by some-\\none speaking my name. I\\nsat up, rubbed my eyes,\\nand recognized my Lieu-\\ntenant.\\nGet on your clothes,\\nhe said. I have something for you to do.\\nLittle time was lost in obeying his order, and in a\\nfew moments I was out of the barracks, trudging\\nbehind him, carbine and sabre in hand. The lieu-\\ntenant left me at a small frame house, saying as he\\nwent away that I was wanted inside.\\nI pulled down my blouse in the back, took off\\nmy hat, ran my fingers over my hair (more from\\nhabit than from any idea of improving its appear-\\nance), mounted the steps and entered a small room.\\nIt was quite dark, but at first glance I took in a", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "i66 History of Troop A\\nsmall table in one corner at which sat a general offi-\\ncer busily engaged in writing by the aid of a candle\\nstuck in a bottle. Stretched out on a sofa near him\\nwas a man sleeping, whom I surmised was one of\\nthe staff.\\nIt was several minutes before General Stone (for\\nit was he) looked up from his work. When he did\\nso 1 saluted, saying at the same time in a low tone,\\nOrderly, sir.\\nStep outside, he said, I will be ready for you\\nin a minute.\\nHe soon appeared carrying in his hand several\\nlarge envelopes, which he instructed me to care-\\nfully put away on my person and convey to General\\nMiles with all haste.\\nIt was entirely too early to expect anything from\\nthe commissary, so I did the best I could in the way\\nof breakfast by going over what was left from the\\nnight before, mounted my horse and headed for\\nHeadquarters.\\nSeveral months had passed since I had been my\\nown master, and to be once more free, so to speak,\\ndid not go unappreciated by me. When I got well\\ninto the country, however, an entirely new sen-\\nsation began to come over me. It seemed very wild\\nand lonely, and several times I caught myself look-\\ning back over my shoulder with more than common", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "Special Delivery 167\\ninterest when a twig snapped, or a bird suddenly\\nflew up from the roadside. This very uncomfort-\\nable feeling soon passed away, however, and gave\\nplace to a much more happy condition of mind. I\\nbegan to whistle and hum bits of song and, in fact,\\nenjoyed life immensely.\\nSince leaving Adjuntas I had been going on a fast\\ntrot and by noon had covered probably fourteen\\nmiles and was well into the mountains. Up to this\\ntim.e I had not seen anyone. Making a sharp turn\\nin the road, however, I suddenly came upon two\\nnatives who were engaged in wood chopping, using,\\nin place of axes, long, heavy machetes. I drew rein\\nas I saw them, they being about one hundred feet\\nfrom me. They seemed quite as interested in me as\\nI was in them, and a spirited conversation sprang\\nup between them, interspersed with many gestures.\\nFinally, one dropped his knife and, jumping the low\\nlog fence that separated us, approached me, making\\nas he came wild gestures down the road and appar-\\nently much excited. To this day I have been unable\\nto form any idea as to just what the trouble was,\\nbut the native s extraordinary behavior had a very\\napparent effect on me, for soon I discovered myself\\nindulging in the most frantic gesticulations and\\nfacial motions, first pointing down the road, then\\nat my carbine and finally at myself, ending up with", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "i68 History of Troop A\\nthe most furious noddings of my head\u00e2\u0080\u0094 all of which\\nthe natives seemed to agree with perfectly.\\nIt soon occurred to me that nothing very definite\\ncould be gained by conversing with my newly made\\nacquaintances, so I decided to ride on. Just before\\nrounding a turn in the road I looked back and saw\\nthe men still gazing intently after me. The condi-\\ntion of affairs did not strike me as particularly pleas-\\ning, but I could think of no way to improve them.\\nAfter having gone about five hundred yards I de-\\ncided that something ought to be done; moreover,\\nI was approaching a particularly gloomy turn in the\\nroad. So, dismounting, I tied my horse to a tree,\\ntook my carbine from the boot, and began climbing\\nan almost perpendicular slope which rose above me.\\nFinally, I reached a place, probably two hundred\\nfeet above the road, which offered an excellent view\\nof the surrounding country, particularly in the di-\\nrection in which I was most interested; but, being\\nunable to see anything, I again resumed my journey\\nwith very much the same feeling that one has when\\npreparing for an ice-cold bath, and arrived without\\nincident at Headquarters late that evening.\\nThe next morning found me again in the saddle\\nheading northward, for Headquarters had given me\\ndespatches for the Sixth Massachusetts and Sixth\\nIllinois, which I knew to be somewhere about Ad-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "2\\nw\\nX\\nH\\nO\\ng\\n5\\nD\\nQ\\nW\\nH\\nQ\\nO t/2", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "Special Delivery 169\\njuntas. That night I slept by the roadside in a heavy\\nrainstorm, having missed my way, and the follow-\\ning night I spent with General Henry s body-guard\\nof regular troops.\\nIt was lonely work, and very glad was I to be able,\\nby a lucky stroke,* to get safely out of the business\\nand once more join the old camp and again hear the\\nbugle-call which only a few days before I had so\\nwillingly left behind.\\n[Slidell (having decided that courier work was monotonous\\nand wearing) was told by General Gilmore that when he went\\nback he was to take certain despatches with him. Saluting,\\nsaid Slidell, Oh, but, General, I m not going back. Ah\\nIn that case, replied the General, I ll get someone else.\\nAnd Slidell went to camp and rested, rejoicing.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Eds.]", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "The Ciales Expedition\\nGeorge O. Redington.\\nSays the Don, Go back; you re off the track.*\\nSays Preston, Do not jolly\\nNeath this white flag don t chew the rag.\\nYou must have slipped your trolley.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Freely Translated.\\nTUADO was not attacked by the\\nSpaniards the night of August nth,\\n1898, notwithstanding the supposed\\ndirect and accurate information re-\\nceived by the American officers, and\\ndespite the false alarm during the wee\\nsma hours occasioned by a slight\\nearthquake; and it did not become\\nnecessary for seventy men, half a com-\\npany of the Nineteenth Infantry, fif-\\nteen men from Troop B, Second\\nCavalry, and fifteen men from Troop A, to force\\nback overwhelming numbers of the enemy.\\nThe following day our quarters were moved from\\nthe Guardia Civile barracks, where we had slept on\\nour arms during the night, to the telegraph office.\\nThree companies from the Nineteenth Infantry ar-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "iy2 History of Troop A\\nrived and camped near the Arecibo River on the out-\\nskirts of the town. There were increased rumors of\\nan attack, but nothing occurred. Lieutenant Pat-\\nterson, our own Tat, of General Henry s staff,\\ncame through wHth orders to await the General s\\narrival, and later, to the intense satisfaction of every\\nman due to the prospect of immediate active ser-\\nvice, we were transferred from General Miles s body-\\nguard to General Henry s headquarters.\\nGeneral Henry reached Utuado the next day,\\nleaving the balance of his brigade strung out a num-\\nber of miles back over the mountain road, and estab-\\nlished his headquarters. It was said he issued orders\\nfor the Troop A detachment to leave the follow-\\ning morning to reconnoitre the Spaniards position\\nat the town of Lares, and it seemed that a few hours\\nonly would intervene before the Krag-Jorgensen\\ncarbines would have a chance at their outposts.\\nThat verv afternoon, however, news of the protocol\\nwas received, and consequently the Lares scouting\\ntrip was abandoned. About the same time the na-\\ntives brought in stories to the effect that the Span-\\niards at Ciales had shot down in the streets of that\\ntown a number of men, women and children upo^n\\nalmost no provocation whatever. General Henry\\nimmediately ordered that ten men from our cjetail\\nproceed to Ciales under a flag of truce to notify the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "The Ciales Expedition 173\\nSpaniards of the protocol, present to them a copy\\nof the proclamation which had been promulgated\\nby General Henry and investigate as far as possible\\nwhat foundation, if any, there was for these rumors.\\nAs at this time there were fourteen men in the\\ndetachment it became necessary to draw lots to see\\nwhich four should remain. This was done, and\\nTete Stillman, George Adee, Jamie Clark and\\nHorace Henry drew the short straws. The trip was\\nto last three days, and the two mule skinners, Jim\\nRoss and Ed Anderson, were to go along with six\\npack mules to carry the tent-rolls, provisions for the\\nmen and feed for the horses.\\nOn the morning of August 14th the expedition\\ngot under way, consisting of First Lieutenant Pres-\\nton, Ninth Cavalry, representing General Henry,\\nSecond Lieutenant Frelinghuysen, Sergeant Frank\\nBowne, Corporal Foxy Leigh, Corporal Arthur\\nBrown and Privates Rowe Bradley, Gus Wallace,\\nAmos Pinchot, Jack Grannis, Jimmie Beales, Ly-\\nman Dyer and George Redington. In addition to\\nthese were Ross and Anderson with the pack mules.\\nWe had proceeded about half way through Utua-\\ndo when there came dashing up, mounted on fiery\\nHttle native horses, eight or ten Puerto Ricans, one\\nof whom was to act as our guide and interpreter.\\nThey immediately demanded a supply of arms that", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "174 History of Troop A\\nthey might assist in annihilating the large force of\\nSpaniards holding Ciales. The interpreter looked\\nat the handful of men behind Lieutenant Preston\\nand asked if they were all he intended bringing, say-\\ning they were insufficient for the purpose, but the\\ninterpreter was assured that no more men were\\nneeded, and was also informed that he and his com-\\nrades would not be furnished with arms. After a\\nshort confab the expedition finally got under way.\\nJust outside of the town a halt was made, while a\\nsuitable pole was cut, to which was attached a large\\nwhite towel belonging to Foxy Leigh; this served\\nas a flag of truce. The march throughout the day\\nwas very severe on the horses, as we proceeded\\nalong a mere mountain trail, which was very rough\\nand steep most of the time. It often became abso-\\nlutely necessary to dismount and assist the horses in\\nscrambling up the more difficult places.\\nDuring the afternoon the detachment passed\\nthrough the town of Jayuya. Our reception was\\ntremendous in its enthusiasm, and every step of the\\nway was like that of a triumphant march. The peo-\\nple crowded up to the sides of our horses yelling at\\nevery other breath Viva los Americanos Puerto\\nRico Americano It was as though we had come to\\ndeliver them from slavery and the most oppressive\\nbondage. The Alcalde and other authorities of the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "The Ciales Expedition 175\\ntown urged that we remain and accept of their hos-\\npitality, but Lieutenant Preston said that we must\\npress on, and we did so. This town had but a few\\nhundred population, but its people created a demon-\\nstration never to be forgotten. All along the trail\\nit was the same story to a greater or less degree.\\nWe were the first Americans to pass through that\\nregion, and the natives admiration and welcome\\nappeared unlimited. They seemed to think that our\\nfew men were going to drive the Spaniards to the\\nnorth coast and into the sea with but a single efifort,\\nand that thereafter they were to be free from the\\nhated Spanish. All through the mountains are scat-\\ntered squalid huts, in which live one or more families.\\nThe huts themselves are small thatched affairs,\\ngenerally having one room, and only two or three\\nat the most. They are furnished with barely more\\nthan a wooden table and a few rough chairs. Several\\ngenerations seem to be represented in each hut, and\\nwhat they do for a living and how they exist is\\nalmost beyond comprehension; it would be hard to\\nconceive of human beings in these modern times\\nexisting in a more primitive condition. Occasionally\\na profitable appearing coffee plantation or fruit farm\\nwill be seen, but these are few and far between,\\nespecially in this section of the island.\\nFinally, just as it v as growing dark, we camped", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "176 History of Troop A\\non the top of a high mountain, and, after a welcome\\nmess of hardtack, bacon, coffee and fried green ban-\\nanas, we crawled into our dog tents, leaving one\\nsentinel posted, with special instructions to see that\\nthe flag of truce did not blow down. In the morning\\nas soon as it was light, all were up preparing to get\\nan early start.\\nThe forenoon of the second day was practically a\\nrepetition of the first day s march. We were joined\\nby a couple of hundred native men, women and\\nchildren, who had fled from Ciales, and, as we pro-\\nceeded, this number constantly increased. These\\npeople were anxious to return to their homes under\\nour protection, and they all told incredible stories of\\nkilling and looting by the Spaniards. The trail was\\neven worse than the day before, and on one occasion\\nLieutenant Preston, who has been all through the\\nWest, and who was on the recent government relief\\nexpedition to the Klondike, remarked, I have been\\non a great many trails in my day, but this beats any-\\nthing I have ever seen.\\nWe approached Ciales about one o clock. By this\\ntime there were three or four hundred natives ac-\\ncompanying us on every side, some on the little\\nhorses, but the great majority on foot. They were\\nconstantly chattering with one another, cheering us\\nfrom time to time, and making a great hubbub in", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "The Ciales Expedition 177\\ngeneral. As we neared the town, Lieutenant Preston\\nordered the natives to maintain absolute silence, and\\nhe took the further precaution, which subsequent\\nevents proved to have been most fortunate, to send\\non a messenger to notify the Spaniards that we were\\ncoming under a flag of truce, and at the same time\\nto deliver to them a copy of General Henry s proc-\\nlamation. This also gave the Spaniards an abun-\\ndr.nce of time in which to prepare to meet us in any\\nmanner they might choose, an opportunity of which\\nthey took immediate advantage.\\nAt last, while descending a long, gradual hill, the\\nsides of which rose up almost perpendicularly on\\neither hand to a height of eight or ten feet, and just\\nas we were within about a hundred yards of a curve\\nin the road, we came upon two Spanish sentinels,\\nwho ordered us to halt and started running in our\\ndirection. We halted. Lieutenant Preston, who\\nwas in advance, called back, Get ready, boys; I\\nthink we are in for it! at the same time reaching\\nfor his pistol. However, he told the interpreter to\\ninform them that we were under a flag of truce and\\nwere there to consult the Spanish officer. The men\\nstopped, removed the bayonets from their rifles and\\nput them in their belts, but their pieces were allowed\\nto remain cocked. The soldiers then came up to\\nwithin a convenient speaking distance. They were", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "iy8 History of Troop A\\nvery much excited. Lieutenant Preston, talking at\\nall times through the interpreter, asked them who\\ntheir officer was. One pointed to the sergeant s\\nchevrons on his arm and said that their officer was\\nnot at hand. Lieutenant Preston said that he could\\nnot talk to the Sergeant, that he must go back and\\ntell his commander to come and meet the American\\nofficer half way between the lines. This the man did,\\nand shortly afterward Lieutenant Pedro Ladesma\\ncame riding around the curve in the road, accom-\\npanied by two civilians.\\nLieutenant Preston, with the interpreter at his\\nside, and with Corporal Leigh directly behind him\\nholding the flag of truce, rode forward and met the\\nSpaniard about one hundred feet in front of our de-\\ntachment, and there held a consultation. The two\\ncivilians, who we afterward learned were soldiers in\\ndisguise, stood on either side of the road but a few\\nfeet away with cocked Remington rifles in their\\nhands. Ladesma himself had drawn his pistol\\nfrom its holster and had it cocked and thrust in the\\npommel roll near where his right hand rested. In\\naddition to these men there were four soldiers,\\nwho advanced and stood near by. All had their\\npieces cocked. Back at the head of the road\\na half dozen others, fully armed, took position\\nfacing us.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "The Ciales Expedition lyg\\nAfter shaking hands with Ladesma, Lieutenant\\nPreston dehvered to him a copy of the procramation\\nand said that he was sent to inform them of the\\nprotocol and that hostihties had ceased. Ladesma\\nstated that he had heard nothing of the protocol\\nfrom his government, and could take no notice of\\nit until he did. Lieutenant Preston asked if we\\ncould enter the town, and he said No. Lieuten-\\nant Preston also asked suddenly what had happened\\ntwo days before. At this question both the civilians,\\nLadesma and one of the men began talking very\\nvolubly and excitedly, during which the interpreter\\ngathered that there had been some trouble between\\nthe Spaniards and the natives upon the re-entry of\\nthe former, they having left Ciales several days be-\\nfore and returned, and that a few inhabitants and\\nsoldiers had been hurt. Lieutenant Preston was\\nfinally informed that there had been some trouble,\\nbut nothing serious.\\nWhen asked if anyone had been killed, they all\\nshook their heads vehemently and said No. Lieu-\\ntenant Preston then wanted to know if the resi-\\ndents who had followed us back could be allowed\\nto enter the town and return to their homes un-\\nmolested. The Spanish officer said Certainly, and\\nthe interpreter informed the crowd that they could\\ngo in without us. None of the crowd, however,", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "i8o History of Troop A\\nshowed aiiy desire to take advantage of this per-\\nmission and none of them went.\\nAs a strange coincidence, while the consultation\\nwas taking place an orderly galloped up to the Span-\\nish officer and handed him certain papers. Ladesma\\nread them and shrugged his shoulders. In response\\nto a question, he said they were nothing. Never-\\ntheless a copy was given to Lieutenant Preston and\\nthe interpreter attempted to read them, but he did\\nnot seem able to make them out readily, and it was\\nnot until night by the camp-fire that they were read.\\nThey proved to be notice of the protocol and in-\\nstructions to the Spaniards to turn in their arms\\nwithin a certain time. Lieutenant Preston again\\nrequested that we be allowed to enter the town.\\nLadesma said that if we wanted to wait for five or\\nsix hours he would send to his superior officer and\\nfind out whether or not it could be allowed, but he\\ncould not take the responsibihty personally. This\\nended the interview, Ladesma shaking hands with\\nLieutenants Preston and Frehnghuysen, the latter\\nhaving ridden up meanwhile. The Spanish officer\\nwas a very disagreeable and treacherous looking\\nman. The interpreter and others said that he had a\\nvery bad reputation throughout the island.\\nDuring the conference our detachment was stand-\\ning in column of twos, and we had been instructed", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "The Ciales Expedition 181\\nwhat to do in case of an emergency. Lieutenant\\nFrelinghuysen had ordered Ed Anderson to hold all\\nthe horses in the event of an order to dismount and\\nfight on foot or deploy as skirmishers. This did not\\nappeal to Anderson s fighting blood, and Jim Ross,\\nhis companion, came forward and said in a respect-\\nful manner, Ed wants to know if the natives can t\\nhold the horses, as if there is going to be any amuse-\\nment he would Hke to be in it. These two mule\\nskinners were true Western cowboys; they had\\nserved in the United States Cavalry against the In-\\ndians, had been cow-punchers a greater part of\\ntheir lives and had been to the Klondike. Ross, in\\naddition, was a good deal of a pugilist, having en-\\ncountered nearly every one of note in the West, and\\nat one time holding the championship of the Navy\\nfor several years.\\nAfter Lieutenants Preston and Frelinghuysen\\nhad shaken hands with the Spanish officer the order\\nwas given, Twos, left about, march and the re-\\nturn trip was begun. Sergeant Bowne and Private\\nBeales acted as rear guard. At this point it was\\ndeveloped that during all this time the little detach-\\nment had been thoroughly ambushed, for as we\\nstarted back, and after the main body had gotten\\nbeyond a curve three or four hundred feet from the\\nhalting-place, the rear guard, in looking around, as", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "l82 History of Troop A\\nthey did continually for fear of treachery, saw a\\nlarge number of Spaniards coming down from posi-\\ntions where they had been concealed on either side\\nof the road. There had been ample time to arrange\\nthis ambuscade, as the messenger sent on ahead had\\npreceded us by a full half hour.\\nThe holding up of the detail in a place that could\\nnot have been better adapted for an ambush, and the\\nsecret concealment of men where, at one volley, they\\ncould have completely wiped it out, were planned\\nwith sagacious cunning. There is no doubt that the\\nleast hostile move, or any other possible excuse,\\nwould have caused serious trouble for those few\\nmen a day and a half s march from the nearest\\nAmerican soldier. The whole treatment of the flag\\nof truce was outrageous, and had there been a less\\ncool and experienced officer than Lieutenant Pres-\\nton to deal with the situation the outcome might\\nhave been very different.\\nNothing occurred throughout the balance of the\\nday, and so far as we know the Spaniards did not\\nfollow us. The number of natives began to increase\\nstill more, as a great many along the road packed\\nup what few possessions they could and proceeded\\nto get farther away from the Spaniards. They were\\nin great fear, despite our assurances that the war\\nwas over.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "The Ciales Expedition 183\\nWe arrived that night at half-past six on top of\\nthe same mountain where we had broken camp in\\nthe morning. The men had been in the saddle con-\\ntinuously for eleven hours and a half without dis-\\nmounting, except occasionally to rest the horses and\\nto help them over the especially difficult parts of\\nthe trail.\\nAugust 1 6th we returned to Utuado, arriving\\nthere early in the afternoon. Several miles out from\\nthe town we met Lieutenant Patterson and a detail\\nof four regulars from Troop B on their way to\\nJayuya, General Henry having received reports that\\nbrigands were terrorizing the whole neighborhood.\\nPat was sent to investigate. He found that two\\nsuch bands had been through a short time before,\\nbut that the Alcalde and residents had treated them\\nwith so much tact and hospitality that the outlaws\\nhad gone on to other fields. While this detail was at\\nJayuya news came in that the Spaniards were on\\nthe way there from Ciales. Pat thereupon, after\\nsagely advising the Alcalde to protest against the\\nSpaniards advance as a violation of the protocol,\\ngathered his men around him and retired in good\\norder to report to his General. The rumor, by the\\nway, proved unfounded.\\nAt Utuado we found that the men whom we had\\nleft there three days before with the exception of", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "184 History of Troop A\\nAdee, together with Seymour Cromwell s gun detail\\nof five men and a few from Troop B, all in com-\\nmand of First Lieutenant Lockridge, Troop B,\\nhad gone to Lares.\\nWe remained in Utuado the next day, and then\\nGeneral Henry ordered that we start out on a seven\\ndays expedition, going first to Lares and then to\\nthe western coast of the island. This would bring\\nus in contact with General Schwan s brigade, for\\nwhom we had despatches. His command was w^ork-\\ning eastward from Mayaguez.\\nAugust 1 8th an early start was made. We left\\nGeorge Adee ill with fever at the hotel in Utuado in\\ncare of Amos Pinchot; Amos father, as soon as the\\nprotocol was signed, had obtained his discharge\\nthrough the War Department, and on our return\\nfrom Ciales notice was received of it.\\nThe first day out, when about half way between\\nUtuado and Lares, we met Lieutenant Lockridge s\\ndetail returning. The Troop A men joined our\\ndetachment, with the exception of Jamie Clark,\\nwho was quite ill, and returned to Ponce by way of\\nUtuado; and the subsequent trip was taken together.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "Detail to Guayama\\nFritz W. Hoeninghaus.\\nTake a hen to her chickens;\\nTake an officer to his men\\nTake a soldier to the front.\\n-Proverb.\\nN the night of August nth,\\nabout midnight, McGusty\\nand I were notified by the\\nfirst sergeant to report at his\\ntent at half-past six A. M. in\\nheavy marching order, with\\none hundred and fifty\\nrounds of carbine and fifty\\nrounds of pistol ammuni-\\ntion, besides five days ra-\\ntions. This sounded inter-\\nesting, and, of course, I hazarded all sorts of con-\\njectures as to what was up, all of them being wide of\\nthe mark. Promptly on time Sergeant Moen, after\\ninspecting us, told us to report to Sergeant Dyon, of\\nTroop B, Second Cavalry. This we did, and\\nfound that our detail (Mac and myself and two men", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "i86 History of Troop A\\nfrom Troop B was to go down to the Playa first\\nand meet Captain Scott. We were to escort him\\nto Guayama, where Troop H, Sixth Cavalry, to\\nwhich he had been assigned, was stationed. We\\nstarted from Playa about ten A. M., with Captain\\nScott travelling on the mule wagon, which contained\\nthe rations and hay, as he had been unable to get a\\nhorse. We lost our way several times in trying to\\nget on the main road, but struck it right at last.\\nAbout five miles outside of Ponce we picked up a\\nnative who was bound for Guayama. Captain Scott\\nthought he would make a good guide, but he turned\\nout to be densely ignorant, and even when he did\\nknow anything he did not seem tO have sense enough\\nto tell it. On this day s march we passed through\\nSanta Isabel and Salinas, and pitched camp on a\\nsugar plantation, some distance beyond the latter\\nvillage, with a good twenty-five miles to our credit.\\nCaptain Scott worked the deal so as to get a bed in\\nthe planter s house, and was very considerate of us\\n(as most regular army officers are of their men), hav-\\ning coffee made in the house and buying milk, sugar,\\neggs, bread, c., for us. The natives here were\\nnumerous and dirty, and manifested a great deal of\\ninterest in all we did. I remember my amazement\\nat seeing a girl baby, not more than three years old,\\npick up the butt of a cigar I had thrown away and", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "Detail to Guayama 187\\ncalmly smoke it like a connoisseur, her mother sit-\\nting by with never a word of protest.\\nNext morning we made an early start and reached\\nGuayama shortly after one o clock. About half an\\nhour afterward we saw the troops coming in that\\nhad been out to give battle to the Spaniards. Among\\nthem were the City Troop of Philadelphia and those\\ndashing young lieutenants, Jim Darrach and Winnie\\nHoyt. They had not had a fight that day, for just as\\nthe American artillery was about to open fire an aide\\ngalloped up and announced the signing of the Peace\\nProtocol. We pitched our dog-tents over with the\\nSixth Cavalry, and rested there until Monday morn-\\ning. The members of the City Troop were most\\nkind and hospitable, and we were indebted to them\\nfor several very good meals during our stay. While\\nstrolling around the town on Sunday we met that\\nerstwhile gallant trooper, Ervin Wardman, and ob-\\ntained some valuable information from him regard-\\ning the location of the leading hotel. I forgot to\\nmention that the native whom we picked up the first\\nday stayed with us till the end, and made a most\\nvaluable body servant and valet to Mac and me.\\nEarly Monday we set out on our homeward journey,\\nand returned as we had come, in two days, camping\\nover night at the same sugar plantation. That night\\nwe had the only scare of the trip. The natives", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "i88\\nHistory of Troop A\\nwarned us that the proprietor was a Spaniard, and\\nhad a house full of that breed with him, and that\\nthey might harm us. We kept a strict watch, and\\nnothing more alarming than a stray cow now and\\nthen came along to shake our nerves. I cannot speak\\ntoo highly of the sand shown by McGusty on this\\ntrip. Though he was very sick much of the time he\\ninsisted on doing all his share of the work and taking\\nhis turn on guard with those of us who were well.\\nMore than that, he kept our spirits up by his cheer-\\nfulness and made a very pleasant trip out of our\\nuneventful ride.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "CAFF. AT THE PLAVA\\nSl AMSH I KISONERS TAKING THEIR DAILY WALK UNDER\\nGUARD OF AMERICAN SOLDIERS\u00e2\u0080\u0094 PONCE, P. R.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "The Capture of Coamo\\nJohn C. Breckenridge.\\nNow, who will stand on either hand\\nAnd cross the bridge with me?\\nThen spake the Quartermaster,\\nOf Blue-grass stock was he\\nLo I will ride on thy right side,\\nAnd take the town with thee.\\nHoratius at Coamo.\\nOAMO, a sleepy old Span-\\nish town of about five thou-\\nsand inhabitants, lies on the\\ngreat military road, which\\nruns from the coast on the\\nsouth to the coast on the\\nnorth, just at the southern\\nside of the chain of moun-\\ntains which run across the island from east to west.\\nIt is the intersecting point of the military road,\\nwhich runs in a northeasterly direction with another\\nroad which runs in a northwesterly direction, the\\ntwo gradually converging toward the pass through\\nwhich it is necessary to go to reach the summit of\\nAssomanti Mountain, where the Spaniards were", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "190 History of Troop A\\nstrongly intrenched. These two roads form an acute\\nangle of about eighty degrees, the military road\\nskirting certain foot-hills on its western side, the\\nother road bordering certain hills on its eastern side,\\nthe intervening territory for several miles south of\\nCoamo being a comparatively open plain.\\nOn the morning of August nth, 1898, Major\\nGeneral James H. Wilson, commanding the First\\nDivision of the First Army Corps, was encamped\\nwith 3,000 infantry, a battery of artillery and a troop\\nof cavalry, on the military road, about four miles\\nsouth of CoamO His general orders were to advance\\nstraight along this road, and, doubling up the Span-\\niards in front of him, to continue until the grand\\nobjective point, San Juan, should be reached. The\\nSpaniards occupied Coamo and had outposts thrown\\nalong the military road for several miles to the south,\\nwhich was protected by hastily thrown up breast-\\nworks. The other road was commanded by a block-\\nhouse, about a mile to the southeast of the town, and\\nthe two roads together effectually commanded the\\nintervening plain.\\nAbout two o clock in the morning Colonel Biddle,\\nof General Wilson s staff, following a carefully re-\\nconnoitred route, led the Sixteenth Pennsylvania,\\nby a wide detour, to the northwest, for the purpose\\nof striking this military road a short distance to the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "The Capture of Coamo 191\\nnorth of Coamo and preventing any retreat from\\nthat place to the Spanish fortifications established\\non Assomanti Mountain. This move was made suc-\\ncessfully, and without giving warning to the Span-\\niards encamped in and near Coamo,\\nSeveral hours later the Second and Third Wiscon-\\nsin regiments, supported by the artillery, moved\\ndirectly up the centre of the valley to a point about\\ntwo miles south of Coamo. The plan was to force the\\nSpaniards through the town of Coamo and under\\nthe guns of the Pennsylvanians, who were waiting\\nabove. The artillery, from a position on the right of\\nthe line, opened fire on the blockhouse on their\\nright, which was only feebly returned, and after a\\nfew minutes the blockhouse was in flames, and the\\nSpaniards were seen to be retreating hastily into the\\ntown. Tlie infantry was then deployed substantially\\nacross the plain, and, preceded by a strong line of\\nskirmishers, advanced cautiously toward the apex\\nof the triangle, where the town itself is situated.\\nTwo members of the stafT of General Wilson, of\\nwhom the writer was one, were riding with the\\nskirmish line, and accompanied it as far as the south-\\nern bank of the creek, which crossed the plain from\\neast to west. The bridge crossing this had been\\ndestroyed by the Spaniards as they retreated, and as\\nthe sides were very deep and precipitous, the skir-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "192 History of Troop A\\nmishers paused for a few moments. We finally found\\na place where we could lead our horses across, and\\nthen remounting we turned into the road again.\\nThere we were joined by Captain Paget, of the Eng-\\nlish navy; Richard Harding Davis, and one or two\\nother correspondents. Forming in column of twos,\\nwe left the American lines and started toward the\\ncity on a fast trot. The road at this place wound like\\na snake round about the foot-hills, so that it was im-\\npossible to get a long view ahead. Suddenly we\\ncame full upon an abandoned Spanish breastwork.\\nBy this time we were far in advance of the Ameri-\\ncan lines, and yet had not seen any retreating\\nSpaniards.\\nShoving our horses over this, we became en-\\nthused with the excitement of the moment and\\nbroke into a gallop, until, suddenly, we rounded a\\ncurve and, jumping another breastwork, found our-\\nselves on the very outskirts of the town. It pre-\\nsented the appearance of being totally abandoned.\\nThe streets were torn up in several places, and great\\npipes were thrown across, as if hastily devised means\\nof resistance had been attempted and abandoned.\\nThe houses were closed, not a head was to be seen\\nanywhere, and suddenly realizing that we were the\\nfirst Americans to reach this objective point we let\\nour horses out at full speed, and had a joyous race", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "The Capture of Coamo 193\\nfrom one end of the town to the other. There we\\nwere immediately surrounded by a clamoring lot of\\nobsequious and insincere natives, who tried to sur-\\nrender the town to us, to force us to drink all sorts\\nof strange Porto Rican liquors, and even produced,\\nwith the greatest pride, one or two brands of Ameri-\\ncan beer.\\nMr. Davis jokingly claims that WE captured\\nthe town, though he says he is willing to admit,\\nowing to his great candor, that perhaps some credit\\nshould be given the several thousand American\\ntroops that participated more or less directly in\\nthe movement. Within fifteen minutes the Six-\\nteenth Pennsylvania appeared on the brow of a hill\\nthree hundred yards away and, not knowing that we\\nwere Americans, jumped for cover and prepared to\\nfire. We improvised a wigwag and, finally reassur-\\ning them, they came into town, bringing with them\\nsubstantially all the Spaniards who had a short time\\nbefore been occupying the town and the two roads.\\nThe Pennsylvania fellows had suddenly met the\\nSpaniards within a few minutes in full retreat\\ntoward the pass. There was a lively exchange of\\nvolleys for a few moments, but the Spanish com-\\nmander, having invited death, met it, and the result\\nbeing beyond doubt, those remaining very wisely\\nsurrendered.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "194 History of Troop A\\nAbout the same time General Wilson and the\\nWisconsin regiments came up from the south, thus\\ncompleting a movement which was executed liter-\\nally as planned, and with perfect success.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "Baggage Detail to Coamo\\nRobert Emmet.\\nYes, I know the war is overj\\nAnd you know the war is over;\\nBut does the dog know it?\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Hurly Burly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2O 00900000000Q\\nN Saturday, August 13th, I was put\\nin command of the following detail:\\nPrivates Conrow, Chapman, Coyne,\\nDrake, Emmet, Hall, Heaton, Lee,\\nPierce and Ouinby, given ten days\\nforage and rations, ammunition ga-\\nlore and ordered to report at once at\\nGeneral Miles s headquarters for fur-\\nther instructions. About four in the\\nafternoon we were set to loading\\nheadquarters wagons with commis-\\nsary stores, tents, etc., and at 5:30, with a United\\nStates artilleryman added to the detail, we received\\norders to march. Colonel Michler, of General\\nMiles s stafif, who was in charge, preceded the party\\nat a rapid gait in an army ambulance, leaving us to\\nmanage as best we could.\\nWhere to march, how far to march, where to halt", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "196 History of Troop A\\nfor supper, etc., we did not know, but we were all\\nimpressed with the idea that a very short distance\\nwould bring us into the enemy s country and that\\nwe might be exposed to an attack from Spanish\\nirregulars at any moment. To add to our interest\\nit became rapidly dark and the mule drivers tried to\\nwork the young sergeant and get drunk at the first\\nhalt they remained sober, though far from gra-\\nciously. We thought we kept the Coamo road, or\\nCamino real, by calling out Coamo! Coamo! to\\nevery dusky shape that flittered by in the darkness,\\nlittle suspecting at the time that the road was al-\\nmost without forks or crossings and that to have\\nleft it, without being aware of the fact, was an\\nimpossibility.\\nTen o clock came and no word from Colonel\\nMichler; half-past and the mules were getting very\\nleg-weary. About this time we reached the crest\\nof a steep hill with a sharp turn at the bottom; the\\nfirst wagon was already on the descent when the\\npoint reported the bridge at the bottom had been\\npartly destroyed. The wagon leading, its six mules\\ntoo tired to hold back, came down the hill on the\\nrun, swinging out of the shadow of the overhang-\\ning trees into the starlight, it rattled over the\\nbridge, without parapets and little over a foot to\\nspare on either side of the hubs between them and a", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0312.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "^^SS^S^ Detail to Coamo 197\\ndrop of nearly a hundred feet to a rocky stream-bed\\nbelow. It speaks well for the army drivers and the\\ngovernment mules that all four wagons got over\\nin safety at the same break-neck speed, for many a\\ncrack four-in-hand driver and thoroughbred leader\\nmight have lost his nerve, and with it his life, at that\\nturn.\\nSuddenly, at eleven o clock, a challenge rang out\\nfrom the darkness, startling us all and bringing the\\nparty to a halt. It proved to be a United States\\nsentry with directions from Colonel Michler for us\\nto camp there for the night. The post was at a\\nSpanish section house, used originally by laborers\\nworking on the road, and here it was we first learned\\nof the Protocol which had that day put a stop to\\nhostilities. Very tired and hungry we parked the\\nwagons on the side of the road, watered, led and\\nturned out our horses, then after a delicious Del-\\nmonicoesque supper, cooked on the road-side, we\\nrolled up in our blankets on the brick porch of the\\nsection house and slept the sleep of the tired soldier.\\nExcept for the new sentry, called every hour, I\\ndoubt if a man of the squad rolled over till aroused\\nat five-thirty by the heartless sergeant.\\nAbout seven-thirty we broke camp and began our\\nsix mile march to Coamo, perched high on its hill-\\ntop, then down the steep slope to the river beyond", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0313.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "198 History of Troop A\\nand across it to the enclosure occupied by General\\nWilson, where we were assigned to a camp.\\nCoamo was in great excitement over the recent\\nSpanish evacuation and people were coming in from\\nthe outlying districts to re-open their houses and\\nstores. Business was being resumed, though the\\nstreets were still barricaded in places with iron sewer\\npipe, where the Spanish had perhaps persuaded\\nthemselves they would offer determined resistance.\\nGeneral Wilson s camp was delightful, superb hills\\nrising all around us except on one side, where be-\\nlow threaded the silvery Coamo River, beyond which\\ncould be seen the white tents and guns of the artil-\\nlery camp, while still farther on stood picturesque\\nCoamo itself. By the side of the lane leading into\\nthe enclosure were two interesting native huts,\\nprimitive in the extreme, perhaps ten by twenty\\nfeet, built of bamboo, upon piles above the ground,\\nthe roofs thatched with cocoanut leaves and com-\\nposed of one or at most two rooms. To a casual ob-\\nserver a Puertorican might appear to have a strain\\nof Irish blood in his veins, for pigs of all sizes, ditto\\ngoats, roam unrestrained all over the house. This\\nrelationship, however, I am inclined to doubt, for I\\ncould discover in the national character no trace of\\naffection whatever for a bit of a scrap.\\nImmediately after our arrival we had to unload", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0314.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "Baggage Detail to Coamo 199\\nthe wagons, put up tents for General Miles s staff and\\nget that portion of the enclosure assigned to us into\\nproper mihtary shape. Our duties after that were\\nnot onerous, though for a time one of them galled\\nus sadly. This was work we had to doior the mule\\ndrivers. It would have amused, perhaps, some of\\nour gentle society girls to have seen us slaving in\\nthe sun, perspiration running from every pore, while\\nthose lazy blackguards, the mule skinners, were ly-\\ning in their hammocks in the shade, perhaps reading\\nthe only United States papers we had received in\\ntwo weeks one of them a big, burly negro, too.\\nThree times a day we would scour the country for\\nwood, which was very scarce and generally green\\nwhen obtained, then by hard blowing and great\\npersistence coax up a fire, haul water up the steep\\nbank from the river, the muleteers the while look-\\ning lazily on. When we had cooked the meal, from\\nour own supply of rations too, then, and not till\\nthen, would these lazy gentlemen move and exert\\nthemselves only enough to get their share of the\\nmeal, retiring again to their hammocks to dispose\\nof it and dreamily watch us clean up the cooking\\nutensils. We fell back on the soldiers prerogative\\nand, by a well directed kick, threw the disgusted and\\ndisconsolate skinners back upon their own re-\\nsources.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0315.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "200 History of Troop A\\nThe river just below our camp was very pictur-\\nesque and proved most attractive to tlie soldier\\nboys. So much so that during the greater part of\\nthe day it was literally choked by a mass of laugh-\\ning, chaffing, splashing, jolly fellows refreshing\\nthemselves or washing their clothes in the few inches\\nof cool, clear water of the brook. The washing,\\nmoreover, of the whole town, as well as of the camp,\\nwas done here in a truly primitive style, and many\\nwere the pretty, little, naked native children that\\nsplashed in the pools while their mothers pounded\\nthe dirt out of the clothes on the stony bottom, with\\na delightful disregard for the future use of the arti-\\ncles being washed.\\nWe fared very well during our stay at Coamo,\\nbeing treated with great courtesy by the officers\\nwith whom we came in contact. General Miles s own\\ntent was turned over to us for our use until his ar-\\nrival, and all of his private commissary stores were\\nput at our disposal, with permission to take what-\\never we wished. Our work was very light, having\\nlittle to do but attend to our own horses. These\\nneeded grass badly and we had to picket them out\\ntwice daily, with a detail on guard, as the field was\\nonly partially enclosed. One rainy afternoon, think-\\ning nothing would be expected of us for the rest of\\nthe day, we were deep in the intricacies of an inter-\\nI", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0316.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "Baggage Detail to Coamo 201\\nesting little game when, to our cliagrin, we were\\nordered to turn out the horses. Exeitement ran\\ntoo h,gh to stop just then, so we had recourse to\\nthe rather novel expedient of playing the rest of the\\nafternoon on a poncho stretched upon the grass in\\nthe open field, only stopping now and again to round\\nP some contrary horse. It was cold and wet, we\\nwere stifif and uncomfortable, the cards were sticky\\nand damp, the horses were cussed and perverse\\nbut such were the subtleties of the same old game-\\nthat even under these adverse conditions it was far\\nfrom devoid of interest and amusement.\\nIn addition to many other hberties and in spite\\nof the very strict provost regulations, we were al-\\nlowed to ride about the country, the only require-\\nment being that the squad should be in charge of\\nthe sergeant of the detail. Hearing of some famous\\nbaths, four or five miles off, we made up our minds\\nto vs,t them. The bath-house, so called, was of\\npmk stucco and resembled a large hotel, though dif-\\nfenng very much in arrangement from any I have\\never seen elsewhere. It was two stories high, each\\nhavmg Its own piazza completely encircling the\\nbu.Idmg. On to these piazzas opened all the bed-\\nrooms, the doors being of lattice, with air-spaces\\nabove and below, and through these were admitted\\nthe hght as well as air, for there were no other win-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0317.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "202 History of Troop A\\ndows in the building. A short hall, which was only\\na continuation of the piazza, ran through from front\\nto rear, dividing the house in the middle; in these\\npassages were placed the staircase, they apparently\\nserving the additional duty of conventional public\\nrooms, having rocking chairs, tables and horsehair\\nsofas placed stiffly about. In the rear the view was\\nmost extended, the ground falHng rapidly in steep\\nterraces to a little river threading its way through\\na miniature canyon, while beyond this it rolled gently\\noff to the great mountain-chain miles away.\\nFrom the rear of the lower piazza we went along\\na covered brick runway, down, down, twisting and\\nturning till I could not but recall Alice in Wonder-\\nland and her encounter with the white rabbit in\\nthe subterranean passage.\\nInside the bath, however, one received a shock,\\nfor the first room one entered, a sort of entresol,\\nwas of white and black marble with black bent-wood\\nfurniture, closely resembling the reception-room of\\na crematory, often euphoniously spoken of as a\\nburial parlor. The bathrooms themselves, how-\\never, were more attractive, each room containing\\ntwo huge marble tubs, set in the floor. The faucets\\nwere nearly two inches in diameter, and so arranged\\nthat one could let a stream of water fall from a con-\\nsiderable height upon the body, thus obtaining a de-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0318.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "Baggage Detail to Coamo 203\\nHghtfiil massage, most grateful and refreshing to\\nour tired muscles.\\nAfter the bath we repaired to the restaurant, and\\nwith keen appetites regaled ourselves sumptuous-\\nly on the best of the land for seventy-five cents\\napiece.\\nOn August 17th, at 9:30 A. M., Captain Foltz,\\nFirst United States Cavalry, directed the sergeant\\nin command of the detail to report with two mount-\\ned troopers in half an hour, to carry a flag of truce\\ninto the Spanish lines. There was great commotion\\nwhen this order was reported to the detail, and im-\\nmediately there began a complicated system of\\nmatching, to decide who were to be the lucky troop-\\ners. Lee and Hall were the fortunate ones. Captain\\nClayton, of Troop ^C, with a trumpeter, joined\\nthe party as we were starting out, bent apparently\\nupon getting a view of the Spanish position. This\\nparty of six rode along the San Juan road some six\\nmiles to our outposts, passing several bridges which\\nhad been, more or less, demolished by the Spanish\\nin their recent rapid retreat from Coamo. At our\\npickets, in order to avoid too large a party Lee\\nHall and the Troop C trumpeter were left behind\\ntwo captains and I advancing toward the Spanish\\nImes, at a walk, under a flag of truce.\\nThough the road to our outposts was very attrac-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0319.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "204 History of Troop A\\ntive, from this point about two and a half miles to\\nthe Spanish lines, it was simply superb. Smooth as\\na billiard-table, flanked on both sides with rows of\\nlocust-trees, gorgeous with their load of red blos-\\nsoms, the military road gradually rose higher and\\nhigher as it twisted and turned and wound, in almost\\nredundant folds around the beautiful hills. Through-\\nout almost the whole distance one could see the\\nroad miles ahead shining white against the green\\nslopes and apparently gliding like some gigantic\\nserpent across the country, disappearing beyond the\\ngreat central mountain ridge just at the left of the\\nSpanish position. These two miles and a half of\\nroad were in full view of the Spanish works, and a\\nsingle file could hardly have covered the distance\\nwithout being detected from the rifle pits. Though\\nnearly three miles by road, it was scarcely three\\nthousand yards as the crow flies. A well directed\\ncharge of dynamite could have made the road im-\\npassable, while an advance across country in such a\\ncontingency through the tangled underbrush would\\nhave been almost equally impossible.\\nIt was not, however, till we got to the Spanish\\noutposts that we realized how strong their position\\nwas. Looking backward, almost every foot of the\\nroad for miles back was distinctly visible and, in\\nfact, so was the greater part of its course, the whole", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0320.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "Baggage Detail to Coamo 205\\ndistance from Ponce; clear and blue we could see\\nthe sea in Ponce harbor and for miles up and down\\nthe coast; with a glass the number and character of\\nships in that harbor could also easily have been dis-\\ntinguished. In fact, if watchful, nothing of impor-\\ntance could have taken place between the Spanish\\nposition and the sea without their knowledge.\\nSoon we were halted by a Spanish picket, who,\\nimmediately on challenging, took to his heels up\\nthe road to join a second sentry holding their two\\nscrubby ponies. Both immediately mounted, one\\ngalloping on up the double S, appearing, disappear-\\ning and reappearing again, each time a little higher\\nup the mountain, ludicrously recalling to mind Sieg-\\nfried s climb on the operatic stage to free Brun-\\nhilde. Very soon down he came again on the gallop,\\njoined his companion and both rode at full speed\\ndown upon us, pulling up short only a few feet away.\\nWith a most exaggerated show of friendship, they\\ngreeted and all but embraced Captains Foltz and\\nClayton, shaking hands with all the effusion and\\nmanner possible to the Latin race.\\nThey were dirty, insignificant, little rats, in filthy,\\nwhite uniforms. They wore long white trousers,\\nstrapped under shoes which were of a cheap Bowery\\npattern of the Congress gaiter variety; the elastic\\nsides were worn out, allowing the tugs and a part", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0321.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "2o6 History of Troop A\\nof the shoe to stick out fore and aft beyond wrinkled\\ntrousers, giving the soldier anything but a heroic\\nand martial appearance. Their hats were the ordi-\\nnary panamas of straw with a red and yellow cockade\\non the side. They wore cross-belts of russet leather,\\none a carbine sling, hanging almost to the knee, and\\nthe other a support for the waist-belt, which held a\\nrow of little leather boxes closely packed with Mau-\\nser clips and cartridges. Their chargers were of the\\nstarved, half-dead variety so much used and abused\\non the island; the saddles were of a mongrel English\\ntype, both they and the bridles being of the cheapest\\npossible make. The carbines were in wretched con-\\ndition and covered with rust. They were swung to\\nthe saddles, the muzzles stuck in small leather sock-\\nets, hanging low by the ponies off elbow, while\\npommel straps were wrapped several times about\\nthe small of the stocks. This exposed the locks to\\ndust and rain, and the sights to the danger of many\\nknocks; with the further disadvantage that it would\\nhave taken nearly a minute to extricate the carbines\\nfrom these clumsy contrivances. Machetes of Eng-\\nlish make completed this equipment no, I forgot\\nOne had an old spur tied to his heel with a string.\\nShortly a little officer came galloping down to us.\\nUnlike the men, he was personally clean and of very\\ndignified manner, but, in common with them, his", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0322.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "Baggage Detail to Coamo 207\\npony showed no signs of ever having been groomed.\\nAfter dignified salutations were exchanged, Captain\\nFoltz explained to him that the firing which would\\nbe heard on that afternoon, would be salvos to\\nGeneral Miles, who was to visit our lines and out-\\nposts, and that the Spanish were not to interpret it\\nas a breach of faith on our part and a violation of\\nthe truce. Then, with many graceful waves of the\\nhand and profound bows, we withdrew, riding back\\nto camp without further incident.\\nNext day I again had the pleasure of meeting\\nthe same Spanish soldiers, and was amused at their\\nmethod of approaching an enemy s outpost. The\\nday before the two United States Captains had rid-\\nden in front; I followed, carrying a small stick\\n(pulled from a sapling by the roadside), with Cap-\\ntain Foltz s silk handkerchief knotted to it. The\\nSpaniards observed a different formality\u00e2\u0080\u0094 one troop-\\ner rode some fifty yards ahead of their party of six,\\nvigorously waving a huge white flag on a ten foot\\nstaff, the flag most closely resembling a cotton sheet.\\nAs they withdrew he fell in fifty yards in the rear,\\nkeeping his flag flying free by an occasional wave.\\nShortly after we reached camp General Miles rode\\nin, followed by his escort, composed of the rest of\\nour troop. We then immediately reported to Lieu-\\ntenant Coudert, and, as the troop had ridden so hard", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0323.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "208\\nHistory of Troop A\\nthat their wagons were miles in the rear and it was\\nwell past noon, we volunteered to cook dinner for\\nthe whole troop. The way they enjoyed it amply\\nrepaid us for the additional work, events proving\\nthat they were ravenous after their hard ride.\\nThus ended a very pleasant Httle trip. Through-\\nout we were treated with the greatest consideration\\nand kindness by the regular officers with whom we\\ncame in contact. This was carried to such a degree,\\nand by men who knew nothing about any of us, nor\\nperhaps ever expected to see us again, that it would\\nhave been an excellent object lesson to many volun-\\nteer officers in the service, who, being somewhat\\nuncertain of their ability to command the respect\\nof their men, considered boorishness and insolence\\nnecessary to make them appear the officer and the\\ngentleman.\\nJ", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0324.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "^^KliP^^\\nIm^^^^B^IS^\\ni f^-^^fc^^^ljl\\n.w^ ^B^^S^^^E^^^^ R, n^\u00c2\u00a3* T^\\n1 ^VW^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Bv^C^Im^^^^^\\njtt^^^^ftKlBi^JsB^^\\nw^l^^^vdf^^^^^^^Ki^ M|^^\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2i ^SIHrLi^flki^^B\\nH- ij\\nL^^\\nj-t I ^K\\nf%?M9i^1ft^^^L^\\nP^.\\n_j", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0325.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0326.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "A Little Journey in the\\nWorld\\nHarry J. Fisher.\\nThen all the fleas in Jewry\\nJumped up and bit like fury.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094The White Squall.\\nPrivate in charge of the escort,\\nAnd escort under my own command,\\nWhere will you see another like me,\\nCompact, and expansive, and grand\\nA Versatile Genius,\\nJ HE life of an humble private\\nis essentially a mechanical\\none, with not even a vote\\nas to the manipulation of\\nthe machine. The abundant\\ngray matter of our gallant\\nband was sorely threatened\\nwith fatty degeneration while in the Isle of the\\nMango. It was therefore with a throb of joy which\\neven the mess-call could not inspire that I was ap-\\nproached by Surgeon-Major Daly, of General Miles s\\nstaff, with a most attractive proposition, I being\\nat the time detailed orderly at headquarters.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0327.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "210 History of Troop A\\nThe Major had received instructions to inspect\\nall hospitals where any of our sick and wounded\\nwere quartered between Ponce and General\\nSchwan s headquarters, at Mayaguez, on the west\\ncoast. He was furthermore to take two hospital\\nwagons of medicines and supplies to the headquar-\\nters hospital, and to report fully on the situation\\nand condition of affairs both there and along the\\nroute. The newspaper story that our detail in-\\ncluded an undertaker to investigate the condition\\nof the meat is erroneous.\\nThe writer was assigned as armed orderly to the\\nexpedition and put in charge of the wagons, skin-\\nners and mules. After receiving instructions to\\ntake the Major s horse as far as Yauco, whither he\\nwould journey by train, I corralled five days ra-\\ntions from our bounteous commissary tent and rode\\nproudly forth with my retinue, on Sergeant Em-\\nmet s broken-down sorrel. Time, half-past two\\nP. M., August 1 6th.\\nIt was the work of a moment when, out of the\\ntown, to dump all my equipment into one of the\\nwagons, gayly mount the Major s thoroughbred and\\nallow Emmet s heirloom to shamble along un-\\nburdened and fancy free. That night we camped\\nat the roadside, and around our modest bivouac\\none of the skinners a dried-up old fellow, who", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0328.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "A Little Journey in the World 2 1 1\\nwould weigh about one hundred pounds\u00e2\u0080\u0094 regaled\\nus with stories of his prowess as a mule driver in\\nthe Civil War. He thoroughly convinced us that\\nhe could drive anything with four legs over any\\nroad that was passable for a mountain goat.\\nWe pulled into Yauco about noon the next day,\\nwhere we hung around for the five o clock train.\\nAbout fifteen minutes before that time every man,\\nwoman and pickaninny in the town solemnly\\nmarched down to the station to witness the event\\nof the day. The Major, with a vast amount of field\\nequipment, and a body servant who answered to\\nthe name of Thomas, was quite the warmest thing\\non the train. The aforementioned Thomas had a\\ncommand of both languages, but of the truth in\\nneither. He might have held, with the advertis-\\ning department of Pears soap, that cleanliness is\\nnext to godliness, but if such was the case he was\\nmaturely advanced on the broad highway of the\\nungodly.\\nThat night we camped near the station, the Major\\noccupying the top, and I the lower berth of one of\\nthe wagons, of which the cargo was safely stowed\\non the ground under rubber blankets. The drivers\\nslept on top of the supplies in the other wagons,\\nwhile the faithful Thomas reposed beneath our\\nwagon. We turned in with the sky studded with", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0329.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "212 History of Troop A\\nstars. The deluge came about midnight and I was\\naroused by the Major s inquiry\\nThomas, is it damp down there?\\nUpon learning that it was quite so he modestly\\nsuggested that I share my quarters with the faithful\\nhenchman. Through lack of nerve or a tenderness\\nof heart I acquiesced and spent the remainder of\\nthe night alongside of the dirtiest nigger the health\\nofilicer ever winked at.\\nWall Street wasn t a circumstance to the trans-\\nference of stock that occurred during those few\\nhours, only my acquired wealth was purely live\\nstock.\\nUpon starting out the next morning, August\\ni8th, in the steady downpour the Major relaxed dis-\\ncipline and made me a sort of travelling companion.\\nThus we jogged on ahead of the wagons, until it\\nsuddenly struck us that they had been out of sight\\nfor some time.\\nWhat a doleful sight met our eyes as we retraced\\nour steps to the first turn in the road! There was\\nthe hero of a hundred campaigns mournfully wring-\\ning his hands on a slippery bank, while his mules\\nwere floundering in a ten foot ditch, and the wagon\\nwas helplessly reclining upside down. It is need-\\nless to enlarge upon the sad tale of how we righted\\nthe wrong after hours of vulgar labor. We finally", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0330.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "A Little Journey in the World 213\\nreached St. Germain after dark and went into camp\\non the edge of a graveyard, a most cheerful loca-\\ntion.\\nThe next morning, August 19th, as we were cook-\\ning breakfast, a mournful little party wended its way\\ndown the hill and laid to rest one of our poor boys\\nfrom Wisconsin, who had given himself, like so\\nmany others, to his country given up his life, not\\nin the heat of battle, where blood is hot and death\\nis easy, but in the lingering agony of fever, with no\\nhand or voice to satisfy the longings for home and\\ncountry.\\nOur little cavalcade rolled into Mayaguez that\\nday and turned over our precious cargo to General\\nSchwan. After spending a day in regaling the\\ninner man, for the most part at the French cafe, we\\nset forth on the return trip, and it was with untold\\njoy that I saw again the good old camp of Troop\\nA cosily nestled among the barbed-wire fences on\\nSunday evening, August 22d.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0331.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "Les Invalides\\nJohn H. Iselin.\\nTurn out and help the Provost,\\nSick men and halt and blind\\nFor the Troop is away at Coamo,\\nAnd few there be left behind.\\nCharge of the Hospitallers.\\nT falls to my lot to write about a side\\nof soldier life that is Httle considered by\\nthe laity in general, and yet which to\\nsome of us thank heaven, but few! is\\nas real as the more exciting and be-para-\\ngraphed scenes of the service. With\\nthose of us who had to face it, it re-\\nmains as the last to be forgotten of the\\nmany momentous incidents that befell\\nn\\\\ Troop A during the memorable spring\\nand summer of 1898.\\nWhen each stride of his horse makes the trooper\\nflinch, when he crawls from under his dog tent at\\nreveille more tired than when he sought its shelter\\nthe night before, when sentry duty becomes a ner-\\nvous misery and pork and beans a nauseous impossi-\\nbility, when the aching head is too busy following", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0332.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "FIRST LIEUTENANT AND ACTING ASSISTANT SURGEON MEDWIN LEALE", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0333.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0334.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "Les Invalides 215\\nspecks in the circumambient air to direct the\\nweary, shaking hands, then it is time for sick re-\\nport, and, however reluctantly, the unfortunate\\nmust see himself fall from a more or less useful place\\nin the troop machinery to the level of a clog on his\\ncomrades, a pauper in the asylum of the hospital\\ncorps. It is hardly necessary to say that every ef-\\nfort was made to avoid this final catastrophe. First\\na day ofif duty or a luxurious meal at one of the\\nhotels in Ponce would be tried. Frank Huntington\\nand I went together one day, both feeling particu-\\nlarly wretched, on a quest for the latter description\\nof relief. The Hotel Francais, the Delmonico s of\\nPonce, was crowded with its usual mob of unwashed\\nofficers, much-washed troopers, batterymen and\\nmotley war correspondents; so we determined to\\ntry our luck at the Inglaterra, a neighboring and\\nrival hostelry that happened to be less popular\\nwith the Americanos at that time. We entered\\nthrough a narrow passage connecting the street\\nwith what, in New York, would be the back yard,\\nclimbed a winding stone staircase brilliantly painted\\nin blue and white after the native fashion, and found\\nourselves in a long bare dining-room. A group of\\nmen, apparently merchants, chatting volubly and, to\\nour delight, in French, were the only occupants of\\nthis room. We seated ourselves at a table near them", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0335.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "2i6 History of Troop A\\na coffee-colored individual in a sad-looking apron\\npoked his head through an adjacent doorway and\\nsurveyed us doubtfully; it evidently pierced his con-\\nsciousness after awhile that we were not caballe-\\nros (gentlemen officers), but only enlisted men.\\nNotwithstanding our stripes, he retreated in con-\\ntemptuous silence. We were determined, however,\\nto get what passes in Puerto Rico for a decent meal,\\nand had no intention of allowing any such triviality\\nas the snobbishness of a half-breed waiter to thwart\\nour plans. As was the custom with many of us hi\\nthe troop, we each had a few American gold pieces,\\nwhich pass current anywhere in the world.\\nWhen the waiter next protruded his woolly head,\\none of these caught his eye as it lay on the table\\ncloth and he at once came toward us. Gold, and\\nyet only serjentes! Stolen or not, he evidently\\ndecided that the gold was worth having and he\\npromptly brought us a bill of fare. But now an-\\nother complication arose; he could not read and\\nour Spanish, although limited in quantity, was of\\ncourse too pure Castilian to be very comprehensible\\nto any dialect-speaking native. For awhile it looked\\nas if we had only the alternative of leaving the choice\\nof what we should eat to him, or going without.\\nBut in this extremity our French-speaking neigh-\\nbors came to our rescue; a few words from them", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0336.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0337.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0338.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "Les Invalides 217\\nand our wants were in a fair way to be satisfied. We\\neven secured a bottle of very fair champagne; so\\nthat the end made all well. Of course, I understood\\nthe waiter s hesitation at first in fact, I sympa-\\nthized with him. When he first looked at us, Frank\\nhad not yet removed his hat. To men who have\\nseen that hat, I feel I need say no more.\\nAfter much suffering in camp, where the excel-\\nlent and self-sacrificing care the sick received at the\\nhands of their comrades could not entirely compen-\\nsate for the lack of proper accommodation and food,\\na great change for the better took place, due to our\\ndiscovery of the little hospital which Miss Chanler\\nand Miss BouHgny had then just started in one of\\nthe side streets of Ponce.\\nMore dead than alive, I found myself at the Hotel\\nFrancais one evening with Harry Ward. Some-\\nwhat perplexed at my condition, the good Sergeant\\nsuggested that the ladies might be able to give me\\na shelter, and he promptly went to look for them,\\nhearing that they were then dining in the hotel. In\\na few minutes he called to me to come into the cor-\\nridor. I found him talking with a woman in the\\nblue and white uniform of a trained nurse, with the\\nRed Cross badge on her left arm and a half merry,\\nhalf pitying, wholly capable and sympathetic ex-\\npression on her face, that at once inspired a feeling", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0339.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "2i8 History of Troop A\\nof confidence and hope. That night for the first\\ntime in many months I enjoyed the luxury of a\\nreal bed, and the conviction that whether it were\\nnecessary for me to live or die I could now do either\\ndecently. Although intended only for officers, the\\nlittle hospital stretched the mantle of its hospitality\\nover such members of our troop, of the City Troop\\nand of Battery A of Philadelphia, as were in seri-\\nous need of nursing; and let me say here, in the\\nname of the men of those different commands who\\nprofited by that generous hospitality, and who, per-\\nhaps, in many instances owe their lives to it, that\\nmere words cannot in anywise express our grati-\\ntude for, and our deep appreciation of, the con-\\nstant, tender care we received from those two noble\\nwomen, when we were so ill in a hostile, half-bar-\\nbarous country, far from those to whom we had a\\nright to look for aid. Those alone who knew Ponce\\nat the time of which I am writing will be able fully\\nto understand what difficulties and dangers the only\\ntwo American women in Puerto Rico had to face\\nin the course of their errand of mercy.\\nAn incident occurred one day, when some patients\\nwere being transferred from the hospital to the hos-\\npital-ship, wdiich illustrates well Miss Chanler s cool-\\nheadedness and force. All of the patients, but one,\\nhad been put in the ambulances, when the surgeon", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0340.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "Les Invalides 219\\nin charge gave the order to start. Miss Chanler told\\nhim there was one more man to ero.\\nCan t help it, said the surgeon; can t wait.\\nBut, doctor, he must go, she said. He is all\\nready, has been dressed and given stimulants to help\\nhim stand the trip, and he must go.\\nCan t wait, replied the surgeon again. (There\\nwas no earthly reason why he shouldn t wait.) He\\nisn t here, and I can t wait.\\nAfter a few more useless appeals, Miss Chanler\\nturned to Sergeant Phelps, who was standing with\\nher and the doctor, and said, in a voice which was\\ndistinctly audible to the latter, Sergeant, will you\\nbring the man down, please; the doctor seems a trifle\\nexcited. The ambulance waited.\\nThe day after I was taken to the hospital, Rob\\nBarclay and Chick Childs were brought there with\\nvarying degrees of fever and other ills at that time\\nprevalent among us. The building that served\\nas our shelter was an ordinary house, larger than\\nthe majority of its neighbors, single-storied and\\nraised some feet from the ground on brick pillars; it\\nwas built of clapboards, painted a bluish gray, with\\nwhite trimmings, and had a spacious yard or garden\\nbehind it in which convalescent patients could enjoy\\nthe fresh air. The interior was arranged as well as\\nmight be for hospital purposes. With some trouble", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0341.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "220 History of Troop A\\nMiss Chanler had secured a number of cots, each\\nwith a mosquito-bar, and these were distributed\\nthrough the three available rooms. In the ward\\nwith me there were a captain of artillery in the regu-\\nlar army and the medical officer of Battery A, ill\\nrespectively with sunstroke and typhoid fever.\\nChick and Rob had a room to themselves, into\\nwhich, as the available space became more limited,\\nI was afterwards transferred.\\nNo description of the hospital would be complete\\nwithout some mention of its bogie or familiar imp.\\nAbout twenty-five years old, of a light chocolate\\nbrown, tall, spare, and indescribably unneat in her\\nnegligee native costume, Saturnina was as uncanny\\na presiding genius as ever seconded the God of heal-\\ning. Like many women of her race on the island,\\nshe had lost her two upper front teeth; the aperture\\nthus formed she alternately used as the socket for\\nher cigar or as a cleverly managed channel for ex-\\npectoration. A dark skirt, a loose white shirt open\\nat the throat, and a shawl of various colors around\\nher shoulders, constituted her usual apparel. Her\\nwoolly hair was arranged in two stiff, hornlike ex-\\ncrescences over either ear, and covered with a cloth\\nor handkerchief secured by fancy pins, in guise of\\nmantilla. This nightmare, bending over our cots\\nwith a steaming bowl of rice, gruel or milk, will fol-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0342.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "Les Invalides 221\\nlow us for many a day through uneasy dreams. Yet\\nSatumina was kind of heart and would often tempt\\nsome ravenous convalescent, whom she Hked, to\\nstuff himself with forbidden food, against the strict\\norders of her mistress and to the subsequent despair\\nof the unfortunate wretch himself. Her sense of\\nthe proprieties was entirely minus. Often did I\\ncurse my scanty knowledge of Spanish when Satur-\\nnma would come into our room and irrepressibly\\nentertain us with remarks that would have made a\\nComanche blush. Not that there was any guile in\\nher; her conversation was perpetrated with the ig-\\nnorant carelessness of a two-year-old child; and all\\nthe lectures the ladies gave her on this head pro-\\nduced only blank non-understanding. Poor, black,\\nhideous, kind-hearted Saturnina! I trust she has\\nprospered and has long since been able to afford a\\nchurch marriage to that sneaky-eyed little hus-\\nband of whom she was so proud.\\nAs the men became convalescent, or in their com-\\nparatively well intervals between attacks of fever,\\nMiss Chanler would allow them to assist her with\\nsuch small jobs as were suited to their strength-\\nwashing dishes, watching the cooking rice that it\\nshould not burn, sweeping the rooms, acting as\\norderly, and what not. Some of us she adorned with\\na regular Red Cross badge on the left arm, which", "height": "3253", "width": "1919", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0343.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "222 History of Troop A\\nmade a display against our yellow chevrons that we\\nall agreed was unique, and it certainly served a prac-\\ntical purpose by securing us prompt attention when\\nwe had to execute various small commissions about\\nthe town, where the badge met with general respect.\\nSoon after I was invested with these insignia, an\\nincident happened that is perhaps worth recording.\\nFor some days previous there had been small riots\\nin various parts of the town, caused by the native\\nanimosity against the Spanish residents who had re-\\nmained within our lines. Notwithstanding the\\nstrong military patrols that were stationed in every\\nquarter, there had been some looting and violence.\\nOn the afternoon of which I write, Harold Barclay,\\nour hospital steward, had come up from camp to see\\nhis brother. He was already suffering from the\\nfever which later gave him so much trouble, and his\\nface looked flushed and drawn as he stopped at the\\nyard gate to speak to me before returning home.\\nAs we stood there chatting a great hubbub arose in\\nthe street outside. Hastily opening the gate we\\nsaw a throng of Puerto Ricans surging back and\\nforth around the corner of a nearby thoroughfare.\\nAfterwards we learned that they had broken into a\\nneighboring store, the property of a Spaniard, and\\nafter sacking it, had fallen out over the division of\\ntheir spoil. Loud yells and oaths came from the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0344.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "Les Invalides ii-x\\nmaddened crowd as they struck at each other with\\nmachetes and long-naked branches of a species of\\npalm that furnishes most efficient clubs. Apparent-\\nly they had no firearms; at least they did not use\\nthem.\\nCome on! cried Harold, and off he went on a\\nrun. I came on as fast as I could; being veiy weak,\\nmy course was somewhat erratic, and had anyone\\nunacquainted with my condition followed up my\\ntracks, he could have formed but a poor opinion of\\nmy sobriety. When I arrived on the actual scene\\nof the conflict Harold was already shouldering his\\nway through the mob, knocking the men out of his\\nway with the ease of a bulldog walking over a litter\\nof mongrel pups. The fighting ceased almost en-\\ntirely, as if by magic; some slunk away; others, as\\nif from curiosity, stood shamefacedly watching to\\nsee what we would do. The two leaders of the\\nopposing factions, however, too frenzied with rage\\nto notice our approach, plied their blows with little\\nskill but great determination, armed the one with\\na long knife, the other with a cudgel. Each was\\ncovered with blood, the loss of which seemed in\\nnowise to have impaired his strength. Harold\\nmade straight for them. Perhaps it was the sight\\nof the uniforms, perhaps it was the very cheek of\\nour unarmed interference that cowed them. At", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0345.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "224 History of Troop A\\nany rate, the moment Barclay s hand fell on the\\nshoulder of the fellow with the club, the battle\\nceased. Both men dropped their weapons at our\\norder, and we led them, unresisting, down the street\\ntoward the jail, while their comrades disappeared in\\nall directions. Our Httle bluff had worked; a bluff\\nit certainly was, however. We had hardly gone a\\nblock when we were overtaken by a corporal of one\\nof the regular batteries, mounted and cantering\\nalong at a lively pace. Coming up with us and our\\nblood-stained prisoners he reined in to inquire the\\ntrouble, and tO him we turned over the men, he\\npromising, with a twinkle in his eye as he drew his\\nrevolver, tO deliver them, safely or the contrary, at\\nthe calaboose. Move on, yez spalpeens said he,\\nand we went back to the hospital.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0346.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0347.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "Ch\\ns\\nH\\nDi\\nP\\no\\nO\\nu.\\n7,\\nis\\ny\\nu\\nu\\nH\\nw\\nE\\nfcj\\nZ\\nrr\\nH\\nw\\nQ\\nW\\no\\nO\\nD\\nt/j\\nai\\nT\\nri\\nt/1\\nU*\\nZ\\nO\\nP-\\nO\\nr/l\\nJ\\nttH\\n3S\\nw\\na\\nz\\nLJ\\nO", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0348.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "With General Miles to\\nCoamo\\nWilliam C. Cammann.\\nFast spurred we on, but cursed by cruel fate\\nThe war is done we re just a week too late.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094What Might Have Been.\\nN the i8th of August, when\\ni the troop finally went to\\nCoamo, it was on a very dif-\\nferent errand than we had\\nat first expected. Only a few\\ndays before, hostilities were\\nstill on, and at the Hotel\\nFrancais the centre of all\\nnews and the rendezvous\\nh of all celebrities we heard\\nfrom correspondents and\\nothers just back from the front that things were\\nwaxing pretty warm up the military road, where, a\\nfew miles beyond Coamo, Wilson s Division, after\\ntwo or three skirmishes, had found the enemy well\\nentrenched. Brooke s Division had started from", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0349.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "226 History of Troop A\\nGuayama to flank them on the east, the commands\\nunder Generals Schwan and Henry were to proceed\\nfrom Adjuntas and Mayagtiez against Areceibo, and\\nGeneral Miles was to start the next morning to join\\nWilson and there take command of the main attack;\\nand we were going with him.\\nThe orders came late in the afternoon, and at\\nsundown, as we lined up for a general inspection\\nof arms and equipment, something unusual was in\\nthe air we were going to the front. How well\\nwe all slept that night history may never tell, but\\nthe dreams of those who did sleep and the thoughts\\nof those who didn t vanished alike in the morning\\nair; shortly after boots and saddles, came the news\\nthat hostilities had ceased, and so our first and only\\nchance of a fight dropped in its tracks.\\nThe next few days were the most disheartening\\nof the whole campaign. What it all meant and how\\nlong it was to last nobody knew; for news from\\nhome, our only real source of information, came\\nbut seldom and told us Httle. Some letters, in-\\ndeed, came with the sun, but they, I think, con-\\ntained more of love than war. Even rumors, gen-\\nerally so fertile, failed us now in our need. We only\\nknew that things had come to an indefinite stand-\\nstill, and we began to speculate whether we should\\nhang our Christmas stockings on the Ponce palms.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0350.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "With General Miles to Coamo 227\\nIt was therefore welcome news when a few days\\nafter we again got word that General Miles would\\nstart in the morning for Coamo to visit the out-\\nposts there. It was a different proposition from\\nthe one of a week ago, but, under the present con-\\nditions, quite attractive. We were only astonished\\nwhen Lieutenant Coudert told the first sergeant\\nthat, in answer to his question as to how many men\\nhe would want, the General replied, As many as\\nare able to stand the hardships of the march. But\\nthe General had a reputation for being death on\\ncavalry, which, it was conckided, was the reason for\\nthis considerate precaution.\\nWe started the next morning about eight. It\\nwas a rather unique cavalcade to march to an ene-\\nmy s outposts. A sergeant and three men were\\ndirected to ride ahead, apparently for the purpose\\nof setting the pace, and perhaps with an idea of\\nreceiving the floral offerings and such other things\\nas, judging from the past experience of our\\ntroops in Porto Rico, one of the General s exalted\\nposition might well expect would obstruct his pas-\\nsage. Following this advance guard came Mr. and\\nMrs. Van Rensselaer and Miss Fell, guests of the\\nGeneral, in a covered wagon drawn by two of the\\nvery best of army mules; then the General himself,\\nin a very blue shirt and a very big hat, followed by", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0351.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "228 History of Troop A\\nhis staff, in many shades and varieties of khaki;\\nand the Troop, in a column of fours, brought up the\\nrear. i\\nAs we rode through the town the natives came\\nout to look at us and seemed much impressed, but\\nas yet there were no bouquets. After crossing a\\nford on the outskirts of the town, where we struck\\nthe military road, an aide rode up and instructed the\\nsergeant ahead that the General wanted to make\\ntime, so, when the road was good, to proceed at a\\ngood pace. The road was as good as any in Cen-\\ntral Park, so, excepting when we waded through\\nthe frequent fords, sometimes to our stirrups, the\\nadvance guard hit up so good a pace that before\\nten o clock we arrived at Juana Dias, about eight\\nmiles from Ponce, and there made a halt. The road\\nso far ran through the sugar fields and plantations\\nthat cover the stretch of lowland between the sea\\nand the foothills of the mountains, which begin to\\nrise about three miles from the coast. It is a pict-\\nuresque and most fertile part of the island, and a\\ngreat source of its agricultural wealth.\\nLike all Porto Pican towTis, Juana Dias is built\\non the square, with a church at the head of it,\\ntwo-storied houses about the other sides and a band\\nstand in the middle. When he arrived, the Gen-\\neral with his staff and guests, repaired to the ho-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0352.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "With General Miles to Coamo 229\\ntel the only hotel for refreshment, and we stood\\nin the sun and waited, taking the precaution, how-\\never, to unload our saddle-packs and leave them\\nin a pile to be taken up by the wagons when they\\ncame along, for ten miles an hour in the tropics in\\nAugust is a hot pace under any circumstances, and\\nwe did not want to disappoint the General in his\\nanxiety to make time.\\nOn leaving Juana Dias the road, in a winding way,\\nbeautiful at every turn, rises into the hills, and you\\nsoon look down on the green sea of the cane fields\\nfading away into the blue sea beyond. Still obe-\\ndient to orders, the sergeant ahead struck out again\\nat a good pace, and the rest of the cavalcade for a\\ntime kept well up, but after a mile or two the Gen-\\neral, seeming less anxious to make time, now and\\nthen dropped conspicuously to the rear, only the\\nmules and covered wagon keeping in touch.\\nAbout one o clock we approached Coamo, where\\nwe were met by General Wilson and his staff, with\\nan escort of Troop C. Compliments were ex-\\nchanged and they then turned back to lead us into\\nthe town. It was triumphal in a sense, this ap-\\nproach of the commander of the conquering army\\ninto the conquered town about a week late. It\\nhad an atmosphere of real war about it, and the sur-\\nroundings carried out the picture. Some three", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0353.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "230 History of Troop A\\nmiles this side of Coamo we passed over a tem-\\nporary structure put up in the place of a stone\\nbridge which had been blown up a few days before\\nand for some time had stopped the advance of our\\narmy, and as we rode into the town there were still\\nthe remains of trenches in the streets, and here and\\nthere the mark of a well directed shot.\\nWilson s headquarters were situated about half a\\nmile the other side of the city and a few hundred\\nyards beyond the camp of B, of the Fourth, and F.\\nof the Third Artillery, which, as we passed, gave the\\nMajor-General s salute of thirteen guns that echoed\\nuproariously through the hills and for a moment dis-\\nturbed the formation of the cavalcade and not a few\\nmilitary seats.\\nUpon reaching the headquarters, situated very\\npicturesquely in a Httle opening to the right of the\\nhighway, the troop was dismissed and directed to its\\ncamp, a few hundred yards beyond. During the\\nafternoon we lay about the dog-tents when it didn t\\nrain, and crept into them when it did, and enjoyed\\nthe surroundings. We realized we were really at\\nthe front.\\nJust where we camped and on the road a few feet\\naway the battle of Coamo had been fought a week\\nbefore and it was here that the Sixteenth Pennsyl-\\nvania, having marched at four in the morning, had", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0354.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0355.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0356.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "With General Miles to Coamo 231\\nflanked the Spaniards in the position behind a\\nmound alongside the road and made hot work for\\nthem, killing a number of their officers and taking\\nmost of them prisoners. It was one of the few real\\nfights on the island and about the last engagement\\nbefore hostilities ceased. One of the Pennsylvania\\nboys who came to see us, and who was in the fight\\npointed out in a whisper the very spot where he or\\nsome one else had shot a Spanish officer, and he\\noffered to show me the carcass of the officer s horse,\\nbut unfortunately when we went to look the horse\\nwas gone.\\nHere also we heard from themselves the stories\\nof Troop C s good work. One of them told us\\nthat in a fight in which he was, the bullets flew so\\nthick that he could catch them in his hands!\\nThe wagons arrived before long, and after mess\\nand evening stables we sat around the fire until\\nnine o clock, when we took the hint of a rather\\nrusty taps (for Braith, having been left behind\\non account of a kick in the leg, the Baron and\\nVallie were taking turns at the horn) and were\\nsoon asleep. It rained all night, but with the sun\\nthe weather cleared up sufficiently to promise a\\ngood day. The rumor of the night before that we\\nwould proceed to Guayama proved to be un-\\nfounded, and the order came that the General would", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0357.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "232 History of Troop A\\nrest for the clay. The outposts were then about four\\nmiles beyond Coamo, in the hills; the white flags\\nwere plainly visible on every point, and with the aid\\nof a glass you could distinguish the sentries at their\\nposts. After stable and breakfast Lieutenant Cou-\\ndert and Dr. Leale, with four of us who were for-\\ntunate enough to be asked to go along, rode out to\\nvisit the outposts.\\nAfter a three mile ride we came to our pickets, en-\\ncamped alongside the road in shelter tents, which\\nafforded little or no protection from the constant\\nshowers; they told us that they sufifered greatly for\\nfood, being able to cook but very little on account\\nof the rain. A little farther up the road we met a\\nvolunteer officer in a blue shirt, with his shoulder-\\nstraps pinned on it. Seeming to be somewhat ex-\\ncited, he told us that two Spanish officers with a\\ndetail of soldiers were at our extreme outpost, about\\na hundred yards ahead, under a flag of truce, anx-\\nious to deliver a message; that an interpreter had\\nbeen sent for, but had not arrived, and he asked if\\nany of us spoke Spanish. The temptation was\\ntoo strong for one of us, who very modestly asserted\\nthat he did, and the credulous officer then requested\\nthat we accompany him back to interview the Span-\\niards. We found them dismounted around a bend\\nin the road, six in all, two officers and four men.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0358.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "With General Miles to Coamo 233\\nThey were small and not very imposing from a mili-\\ntary point of view. They wore the typical white\\nstraw hats and hnen uniforms, the latter of a very\\npoor quality and in a shameful state of repair. The\\nsoldiers had crossbelts and machetes; the officers\\ncarried sabres and Smith Wessons. They were\\nall mounted on Porto Rican ponies not much bigger\\nthan Rocky Mountain goats, and their horse equip-\\nment would not have paid for its weight in a junk\\nshop. Their arms, however, were beyond criticism,\\nfor the Mauser is a good thing wherever you find it.\\nAfter considerable saluting and bowing the mem-\\nber of our party who had boasted of his Spanish\\nwas called on to open the conversation. Fortu-\\nnately, however, one of the Spaniards, who after-\\nward turned out to be a captain, apparently antici-\\npating that he would now be understood, himself\\nopened up with a long speech imparting, no\\ndou )t, a very important and secret message, but\\nwhich was perfectly safe in our hands. But, what-\\never it was, it apparently required an answer, and\\nwhen none was forthcoming the Spaniards, awak-\\ning to the fact that they had made a mistake, en-\\ngaged in a heated conversation among themselves,\\nand then shut up like clams, and eyed us with an\\nexpression not at all encouraging. It was an awk-\\nward moment for both sides, and we were begin-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0359.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "234 History of Troop A\\nning to guess what would happen next when, for-\\ntunately, one of us, who had his camera, was struck\\nwith the happy idea of taking a photograph of the\\nSpanish gentlemen.\\nThe photograph idea is apparently very close to\\nthe Castilian heart, for at the sight of the camera\\nthe Spaniards immediately became friendly and\\nvoluble, and, after understanding the proposition\\nand being carefully grouped, stood like statues until\\nthe sun appeared sufficiently for an exposure. They\\nseemed disappointed that the negatives could not\\nbe developed immediately, and when we explained\\nthat it was not possible the captain very handsomely\\nwrote on a leaf of his notebook his name and that of\\nhis lieutenant, and at the bottom a graceful request,\\nand handed it to us. They then ofifered us cigarettes,\\nwhich we all took, and pretty soon, with true Amer-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0360.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "Q\\no\\nw 2;\\n5\\nX o", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0361.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0362.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "With General Miles to Coamo 235\\nican cheek, we swapped cartridges with the soldiers,\\nwe examined their equipment very minutely, and\\nthey ours (which they conceded was better than\\ntheirs), and we in turn conceded that the Mauser\\nwas superior to our Krag; and very soon Stowe\\nPhelps was trying to buy the machete, and, in fact,\\nall the arms of one of the poor soldiers, into whose\\nface he flashed a peso, the size of which the soldier\\nhad not seen for a month; Harry Ward was trying\\nto lift one of the ponies from the ground to see how\\nmuch it weighed; somebody else had put greedy\\neyes on the lieutenant s revolver, and everybody\\nwas jingHng pesos in his pockets. I really think if\\nwe had stayed there another half hour we would\\nhave left those Spaniards in a condition indecent to\\ndescribe.\\nFortunately the interpreter just then arrived, and\\nwe received again the important message, after\\nwhich the Spaniards, with demonstrations of great\\nregard, prepared to mount their little ponies and de-\\npart. Being all in gray shirts, so that it was impos-\\nsible to tell our rank, I believe they took us all for\\ngenerals, for as the captain was about to put his foot\\nin l^is stirrup and I saluted him, he came back and\\nshook me by the hand, and, I think, asked me to dine\\nwith him in Madrid.\\nConsidering we were at war and all of us armed", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0363.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "236 History of Troop A\\nto the teeth, it was the most friendly meeting of\\nenemies imaginable. It was a striking instance of\\nwhat has been often reported during the war\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the\\nlack of animosity between the Spanish and Amer-\\nican soldiers; for even after the fight at Santiago,\\nthey say, the men mixed together and traded souve-\\nnirs without the least sign of unfriendliness.\\nFrom where we stood the Spaniards position was\\neasily seen. They were heavily intrenched on the\\nhighest of a range of hills across a valley about two\\nthousand yards wide, every inch of which was cov-\\nered bv their guns, and from our present position,\\nas had been demonstrated a few days before, when\\nan attempt was made to dislodge them, we were\\nat the mercy of their artillery and quick-firing pieces.\\nHad the plan of attack as contemplated been car-\\nried out it is difficult to say what the outcome\\nwould have been.\\nDuring the afternoon we lazed about our camp,\\nand those who wished to, got passes to ride around\\nand see the sights of the place, the most important\\nof which are the baths. These are common m all\\nthe principal towns on the island, but here par-\\nticulariy they are built on an elaborate scale in con-\\nnection with a most attractive hotel, formerly fre-\\nquented by wealthy Spaniards as a watering-place.\\nThis being the chief attraction, the General him-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0364.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "With General Miles to Coamo 237\\nself very naturally had desired to visit it, and had\\nsent word to the proprietor that afternoon to be\\nprepared to receive him, with a number of guests,\\nfor dinner. Since the war broke out the hotel had\\npractically gone out of business, so when the mes-\\nsage came the happy proprietor, being all unpre-\\npared, flurried about to concoct a suitable meal.\\nSoon after, when a number of horsemen arrived,\\nand, making themselves very much at home,\\ngave him to understand they had come to dine,\\nhe received them with great delight and respect,\\nand so completely outdid himself in hospitahty and\\ngood things to eat that they responded with a vim,\\nand Hterally cleaned him out. When, an hour later,\\nthe General and his party arrived there was not an\\negg in the house.\\nWhether the General appreciated this dehcate\\nattention of his body-guard of young gentlemen\\ntroopers in eating his dinner history does not tell.\\nWe returned to Ponce the next morning. Mrs.\\nVan Rensselaer the day before, while riding through\\na ford, had met with an accident, which prevented\\nher party s return with us. The advance guard of\\npace setters was also omitted, the General taking\\nthe lead himself, and we jogged along at an easy\\nrate. Once, when the troop had just watered the\\nhorses and was galloping to catch the General,", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0365.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "238 History of Troop A\\nas we thundered along we passed a pathetic Httle\\nparty bearing a child s coffin. Off went the hats\\nof the cavalrymen, and the white clad natives broke\\nfrom their order and cheered us in their gratifica-\\ntion.\\nJust before reaching the outskirts of Ponce it\\nlooked for the moment as if we might see a scrap.\\nThe natives came running out of their huts to meet\\nus, talking and gesticulating and pointing toward\\nsomething in the hills about half a mile away, across\\nthe river to the left. We finally gathered that a\\nbody of Spaniards were in the hills and had been\\nup there for two or three days, coming down occa-\\nsionally to water their horses and steal sheep and\\nstock from the people around. Upon looking care-\\nfully we saw two white objects, which, with the\\nglass, were unmistakably horsemen, in white uni-\\nforms and straw hats, coming down the trail on\\nthe side of the hill. The troop was immediately\\nbrought to attention and turned off the road in\\nthe direction of the stream, whence the General sent\\nan aide with an orderly, to reconnoitre.\\nThe horsemen could now be plainly seen without\\nthe glass. We dismounted, and the General sat\\non the side of the stream, apparently enjoying the\\nsituation, while we loosened our carbines a little\\nin their boots and felt very much as one does be-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0366.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "With General Miles to Coamo 239\\nfore a football game nothing very serious, but just\\na little of the tingling in the ends of the fingers,\\njust a Httle of the Let me at them. But it was\\nsoon over. After a few minutes the aide returned\\nand reported that he had met and interviewed the\\nenemy, who appeared to be only mounted herds-\\nmen camping for a few days in the hills. The na-\\ntives seemed as much disappointed as we were, and\\napparently were not yet convinced.\\nIt was an interesting trip, and gave us the satis-\\nfaction of feeling that we had at least been as near\\nthe front as any of our troops had reached, and,\\nbesides, that we had had the honor of going there\\nin the very good company of the Commander-in-\\nChief of the army.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0367.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0368.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0369.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0370.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "An Errand of Mercy\\nCharles F. Carusi.\\nOn such a blessed mission were we sent,\\nTwo errant cavaliers, the skies dropped tears\\nThe sun beamed warmly on us as we went;\\nEven the ice was melted.\\nArctic and Tropic.\\nN the morning of Au-\\ngust 15, Blake and Carusi,\\nhigh privates of Troop A,\\nU. S. v., were ordered to\\nproceed at once to Utuado\\nin charge of, and as military\\nescort to, a pack-train conveying ice to certain of\\nOurs reported to be then lying stricken with the\\nprevalent fevers at that town. Under our protection\\nalso were to travel the three athletic Texan cowboys,\\naccompanying the mule-train as packers. Mounted\\nupon sure-footed little burros, lariats coiled upon\\nthe horns of their Mexican saddles, and armed (con-\\ntrary, I think, to regulations for non-combatants)\\nwith Winchester repeaters, supplemented by the\\ninevitable though concealed bowie, they presented\\nan appearance at once picturesque and formidable.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0371.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "242 Histor}- of Troop A\\nPrivate Blake was chief of the military escort, Pri-\\nvate Carusi composing the main body under his\\ncommand.\\nThe ice, artificially manufactured in Ponce, in\\nblocks about thirty inches long by eight wide and a\\nthickness of four, adapted itself readily for carriage\\nupon the pack saddles, each animal carn-ing with\\ncomfort about two hundred pounds.\\nAll things having been made ready, the chief of\\nthe expedition in front, sleeves carefully rolled up\\nto display the artistic tattooing on his arms, pack\\nmules obediently following in column of files, mule\\nskinners hovering on the flanks and the main body,\\nin difficulties with a hospital man s brevet horse,\\nborrowed for the occasion, bringing up the rear,\\nthe cortege, amid the excusable admiration of all\\nthe young hopeful Puerto-Rico-Americanos in the\\nvicinity, took up with enthusiasm the line of march\\nfor Adjuntas, distant from Ponce about nineteen\\nmiles.\\nTraversing the broad macadamized road, well\\nkept for three hours out of Ponce, our party had just\\nproceeded far enough up the foothills leading to\\nthe mountain trails above to convince us of the in-\\nferiority of our big, grain-fed Eastern horses for the\\nsort of work before them, when we spied our oVl\\nSergeant Pat, then Lieutenant Patterson, scat-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0372.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "An Errand of Mercy 24^\\ntering the echoes as he thundered down the pass.\\nIn his upHfted right hand a large silver mounted\\nflask winked and bhnked in the sifted sunHght, Hke\\na hehograph flashing a message of hope.\\nKnowing our needs of old, this genial and kind-\\nhearted officer did not wish us to remain in suspense\\nan unnecessary moment. These circumstances,\\nthough trivial, made a lasting impression.\\nLieutenant Patterson would have been welcome\\nwithout that flask\u00e2\u0080\u0094 any man with it would have\\nbeen cordially greeted\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but the combination was so\\nstrong that in his emotion my companion left me\\nsomething less than a fair-sized drink. Soon we\\nparted, we with sufficiently specific instructions in\\nregard to the road to enable us to lose it with ease;\\nour gallant lieutenant on his way to his celebrated\\nadventure with the highwayman, full particulars of\\nwhich remain still to be disclosed.\\nAs we mounted higher along the winding road,\\ncut into the sides of the tree-covered mountains and\\nstretching in broad, sweeping curves toward the\\nhigher ridges, two Red Cross ambulances, drawn by\\nmules driven four-in-hand, came tumbling do^vn\\non us.\\nThe rapid trot maintained in defiance of the preci-\\npices flanking the road on the right soon brought\\nthem to where we waited. In the ambulances lay", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0373.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "244 History of Troop A\\nAdee. Clark and Pinchot, worn, sallow and with\\nthe fever dancing in their eyes. After greetings\\nwere exchanged with our boys then en route for\\nthe sea, the hospital ship and the United States, we\\nexplained our errand to the surgeon in charge,\\nMajor Cole, and coaxed him to permit us to turn\\nover to him a hundred pounds of ice for our own\\nboys use and thence proceed with the remainder\\nto the hospitals in Adjuntas, which place we desired\\nvery greatly to visit. This he kindly acceded to,\\nand even agreed to square matters with our\\nofficer.\\nOnward gleefully, the load of responsibility on\\nour minds gone, and that on the mules, responsive\\nto the genial smile of the August sun, rapidly fol-\\nlowing suit, we had again advanced but a few hun-\\ndred yards when the fine road became broken and\\nuneven, soon to degenerate into a mere mountain\\ntrail, and that none of the best, while the steep in-\\ncline began to tell on our cattle, which soon showed\\nsuch signs of distress that we were frequently com-\\npelled to halt.\\nFor miles along the ridges the trail from a scemc\\npoint of view is unsurpassed, but is of Httle use for\\nmilitary purposes. Often the grades were so steep,\\nand the red clay, softened by weeks of tropical ram,\\nso yielding, that to have dragged heavy ordnance", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0374.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "An Errand of Mercy 245\\nor supply-trains up there would have been to emu-\\nlate the historic passage of the Alps. Many posi-\\ntions offering advantages for a stubborn resistance\\nhad been entirely neglected. Two or three machine\\nguns supported by a battalion of infantry on a par\\nwith our own regulars at any of these points could\\nhave checked successfully the advance of an army\\ncorps, the more so as both flanks were in many cases\\nprotected by precipices and the positions too high\\nto be commanded from adjacent peaks. The enemy,\\nby permitting our lines to be advanced right across\\nthe island from Ponce to Arecibo, without taking\\nadvantage of the nature of the country to hinder and\\nharass our troops, again demonstrated that scien-\\ntific aggressive campaigning is not the forte of the\\nSpanish army.\\nThe rest of our day s march to Adjuntas revealed\\nnothing of interest except one instance of the won-\\nderful memory of pack mules. The latter, to our\\nastonishment, suddenly turned out of the trail and\\nattempted to take a side path up an adjacent peak.\\nThe mule whackers explained that several weeks\\nbefore, these very mules had stopped there for the\\nnight and had been allowed to graze on that par-\\nticular slope.\\nAbout five P. M. our party drew up to the hotel,\\nwhich we made our temporary headquarters. We", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0375.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "246 History of Troop A\\nfound later that General Stone had conceived the\\nsame brilliant idea.\\nI omitted to say that previously we had turned\\nover to the surgeon in charge of the typhoid fever\\nhospital all the ice except the small portion we per-\\nsuaded ourselves to retain for its well known cool-\\ning influence upon the claret we anticipated with\\nour dinner.\\nFinding upon inquiry in the various languages at\\nour command that the hotel bedroom had been re-\\nsented for General Stone, it was only by showing\\nPrivate Blake s tattoo marks and the proofs of his\\nidentity carried conspicuously upon his person that\\nwe convinced the proprietress and her good-looking\\ndaughter that ^General Blake was really Stone s\\nsuperior officer, thus acquiring the bedroom. After\\nregaling ourselves with a bath in the only bathtub in\\nPuerto Rico (we didn t learn that it had been used to\\nwash typhoid patients in until afterward), and hav-\\ning been duly operated upon by the village barber,\\nwe sent, wdth General Blake s compliments, to the\\nregular army colonel and captain also stopping at\\nthe hotel enough ice to insure the invitation to dine\\nwith them, which we gladly accepted.\\nThe only thing of real interest occurring that\\nnight, except our sleeping in beds, was the capture\\nof a Spanish spy. This was accomplished with great", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0376.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0377.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0378.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "An Errand of Mercy 247\\nease by less than twenty of the local police, the man\\nbeing small in stature and unarmed. Never have I\\nseen but one man who could assume the Napoleonic\\nattitude of the little corporal of volunteers that\\nguarded the captive while the colonel (holding a\\ntemporary court in the hotel dining-room) divided\\nhis attention between a big cigar and the prisoner s\\nexamination. The balance of the evening we put\\nin strolling around the town, sticking out our chests\\nand looking contemptuously at the undersized na-\\ntives. The burning and slaughter of the village by\\nthe guerillas being again confidently looked forward\\nto by all the natives, including the village priest and\\nthe alcalde, we strolled about looking for trouble\\nand hoping not to find it. We didn t.\\nThat priest, by the way, although a Spaniard, had\\nbeen doing most of the nursing of the typhoid men\\nin the little provisional hospital established in\\nAdjuntas.\\nRising next morning from a refreshing sleep\\nwe spent some hours exploring the church, outside\\nof which, in the road, a poor little village girl lay\\ndead. Inside all the female saints in plaster had on\\nred flannel petticoats and gilt paper crowns of much\\nmagnificence; the former struck us as inappropriate\\nin so warm a climate. The school next claimed our\\nattention, and from what we saw the scholars were", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0379.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "248 History of Troop A\\nattentive and disciplined, though ranging in color\\nfrom the yellow pine of Castile to the mahogany of\\nAfrica. Our chargers having been brought during\\nthe interim to the door, we turned back to Ponce\\namid no more interest on the part of the populace\\nthan was entirely agreeable to us.\\nBut two other incidents remain to be related.\\nOne tended to illustrate the characteristic cruelty\\nand thoughtlessness of the natives, as much, per-\\nhaps, engendered by the reception of a similar\\ntreatment inflicted upon themselves by their op-\\npressors, as inherent in a low caste type. It con-\\nsisted in the abandonment upon the blazing hot,\\nsunbaked road of an ox, whose head was twisted\\ntwo-thirds of the way around by the weight of\\nthe ponderous wooden collar used to yoke them\\nin pairs, from the thrall of which his happier fellow\\nhad been released. Had the man guilty of this\\nwanton barbarity been at hand Blake would have\\nkilled him he even admitted as much to me.\\nThe other incident was very exciting. About\\nfour miles out from Adjuntas and while we were\\nalone and unprotected, the three mule-skinners be-\\ning far in the rear, there appeared upon the road\\nfour men clad all in white and of dark and sinister\\nappearance. In their hands, held behind their backs,\\nlurked doubtless the keen-edged machete. We ap-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0380.jp2"}, "381": {"fulltext": "An Errand of Mercy 240\\nproached them warily, whereupon their manner be-\\ncame even more suspicious, and it was not until we\\ncaught sight of the umbrella that each carried in his\\nhand, that the tension upon our nerves was re-\\nlaxed. Afterward, upon comparing notes, we real-\\nized the immense value of four months of military\\nexperience and the lectures upon the art of war as\\nshe is waged in books, that we had listened to with\\nsuch interest at the mess tent in Alger. We had\\neach, in the half minute it took the supposed enemy\\nto approach, formulated a plan so daringly brilliant\\nin conception that either, even without the other s\\naid, could have annihilated the common foe.\\nThat night we arrived in Ponce in time to partici-\\npate in the glorious rescue of the town of Santa\\nIsabel, which was being burned and ravaged bv\\nspooks.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0381.jp2"}, "382": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0382.jp2"}, "383": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0383.jp2"}, "384": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2a\\nu\\nc\\nI", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0384.jp2"}, "385": {"fulltext": "Santa Isabel\\nHenry I. Riker.\\nThe clarions blared, the beacons flared\\nThey come! the wardour cried;\\nKeene at the calle, ycleppit alle,\\nOur menne at armes replied\\nThrough gates wide-swung^ out poured our throng-\\nJNo foemanne met our ken\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWith fantome hostes of formelesse ghostes\\nWe foughte, and nott with menne.\\nThe Gobblynnes Foray.\\nIn the midnight rings the trumpet\\nBoots and Saddles sings it loudly\\nForth we gallop through the darkness,\\nForth to save Sant Isabella.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Long after Longfellow.\\nFEW minutes after midnight, Au-\\ngust 22, the trumpet blew Boots\\nand Saddles, and at a quarter-past\\ntwelve all troopers not on guard or\\ndetails rode out of camp fully armed\\nto find the trouble.\\nThe night was clear, but moon-\\n^ess, and it required only a moment\\nto find our road that ran east beside the ocean In\\ngetting clear of Ponce Lieutenant Coudert threw\\nout the point under Sergeant Cammann with or-\\nders to trot out\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and it did.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0385.jp2"}, "386": {"fulltext": "252 History of Troop A\\nOnce well settled down to the gait, Rumor an-\\nnounced that Santa Isabel was our objective, a\\nfurious mob of Spanish guerillas being then happily\\nengaged in killing, burning and ravishing.\\nThree hours were passed at the trot, our pace\\ngradually increasing with the impatience of the\\nmen, the point never relaxing its efforts to main-\\ntain the proper distance from the column, while\\nsome of the more poorly mounted troopers tailed\\nout behind, until, having passed a long causeway\\nwith swamps on both sides, lights were seen ahead\\nand, advancing more cautiously, the point well\\nscattered and with pistols raised, slowly stalked\\nthe approaching light bah! It was nothing but\\na wagon team conducted by a lot of startled na-\\ntives. On again, faster than before, on account of\\nthe slight check, and soon several lights ahead were\\nsighted at last we had reached the outskirts of\\nSanta Isabel. Then the troop closed up and, riding\\nas silently as horsemen can, we entered the sleeping\\ntown.\\nA solitary policeman was held up and, after the\\nmanner of his kind, swore he knew of no disturb-\\nance, but Salinas was only two miles away. More-\\nover, Salinas was a very bad place; the trouble\\nmight have occurred there. So a small party was\\npushed out to look up Salinas moral character. In", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0386.jp2"}, "387": {"fulltext": "Santa Isabel 2C 3\\nthe meantime all the roads leading into the town\\nwere occupied by Cossack posts, and the two Signal\\nCorps officers who accompanied us shinned up the\\ntelegraph poles to tell General Wilson that some\\none had played a joke on him and there was no\\ntrouble in sight. The General kept his temper ad-\\nmirably for one wakened at three in the morning,\\nand in a few honeyed words thanked us back over\\nthe wire for our speed and good work, and ordered\\nus to return when we felt like it.\\nAbout five the Salinas party returned, having\\nridden toward the east for an hour without discov-\\nering any sign of a tow, and the horses growing\\nso tired they could not be forced into a trot.\\nWhen reveille sounded we found a long table cov-\\nered with heaps of bread, bowls of coffee and\\nbaskets of eggs, placed in the beautiful public\\nsquare, surrounded by all kinds of lovely tropical\\nflowers and palms. We owed this to the fore-\\nthought of our lieutenant in selecting the Alien as\\ncommissary. After five minutes conversation the\\nAlcalde family believed the Alien to be his long lost\\nbrother, and it took little longer to establish his re-\\nlationship as brother-in-law to the rest of the troop.\\nAfter breakfast, Lobster and some of the other\\nswell horses were taken out to graze by their kind\\nmasters, while all the wise and wicked troopers", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0387.jp2"}, "388": {"fulltext": "254 History of Troop A\\nstuck close to the trumpeter and listened to the\\nRobber s dehghtful narration of a hanging in\\nNew Mexico. You all remember the one that began\\nwith When I was in the Fourth Cavalry, and ended\\nI didn t sleep for weeks afterward.\\nAbout eight o clock the return trip started, and,\\nwith the wind behind us, it was fierce indeed.\\nAfter about two hours the road ran very close to the\\nocean, and on our commander s remarking how nice\\nit would be to have a swim, our smiles of approval\\nsuddenly darkened the heavens. Then we bathed\\nmy, how we did bathe! It was about this time that\\na very long-legged crane came mighty near being-\\nhit by a stray shot he outgeneralled us by flying\\nstraight inland, and we didn t dare fire for fear of\\nhitting some Spanish General in San Juan, thus\\nputting an end to the truce.\\nTwo o clock saw us in camp horses in good con-\\ndition, although forty-eight miles in fourteen hours\\nis not bad going for the midsummer tropics.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0388.jp2"}, "389": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0389.jp2"}, "390": {"fulltext": "NATIVK CK()SSIN(; A Kl VI K\u00e2\u0080\u0094 l )H TO KICO\\nidiiuBaai^liLite\\nJ^fq^ t:-.!^^\\nS\\\\VI.\\\\l.MIN(i Tllli HOUSES I LAYA DE PONCE", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0390.jp2"}, "391": {"fulltext": "Detail to Utuado\\nFrank Outerbridge.\\nThis way has been traversed by more than one,\\nBut we shall find, before this chapter s done,\\nThat the same scenes, when seen by different eyes,\\nCause new and pleasing pictures to arise.\\nThe Troubadour.\\nURING the first weeks in\\nPonce we had lived in hopes\\nof getting onto a firing-line\\nsomewhere, but when the\\nProtocol was signed all\\nprospects of a scrap seemed\\nto have vanished. Our\\nspirits of excitement were\\nreplaced by longings to get\\nback where we belonged Home and the least\\nchange was welcomed by all.\\nThe trip to Coamo and one or two short rides\\nbraced us up for the time being, but on returning to\\nthe pasture at Ponce it did not take long for us\\nall to fall back into the old restless spirit of con-\\ntrolled discontent. Finally orders came for fifteen\\nmen to escort funds into the interior.\\nWe had not been paid since June, but there were", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0391.jp2"}, "392": {"fulltext": "256 History of Troop A\\nlarge amounts of good will going to the natives,\\nand I fancy Uncle Sam paid well and promptly for\\nall damage, rental and just debts contracted with\\nthem. It was this that we were to see safely over\\nthe mountains.\\nAt retreat (August 22nd) the roster of the detail,\\nheaded by Sergeant Stowe Phelps, was read off, and\\nwe turned in shortly afterward, full of expectations\\nfor another move.\\nAbout one o clock in the morning I was awakened\\nby a few scurrying footsteps and the flicker of a lan-\\ntern. Subdued voices in hurried conversation were\\nsoon entirely drowned by boots and saddles. I\\ncould not find out anything definite as to who was\\nwanted, but there was a fire somewhere and a native\\nriot which we were supposed to subdue. This was\\nall very vague, and I was extremely sleepy, so, with\\nthe excuse of previous orders to satisfy my con-\\nscience, I turned in once more to sleep out the re-\\nmainder of the night.\\nDawn came at last, with all the warmth and clear-\\nness of the tropics, but there was only a small hand-\\nful of men to answer roll call, most of our force hav-\\ning left shortly after one, among them some of those\\njust detailed for the trip to the interior. However,\\nwe had the required number and a few to leave be-\\nhind, so we filed out of our lot by half-past seven", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0392.jp2"}, "393": {"fulltext": "Detail to Utuado 257\\nA.M., the detail consisting of Sergeant Phelps, Ser-\\ngeant E. M. Ward, Corporal Ruland, Farrier Muller\\nand Privates Brown, Drake, Littell, Little, Lockett,\\nMcKinlay, Outerbridge, Troescher, Valentine and\\nWharton.\\nGoing a few blocks into town we were halted in\\nfront of the Hotel Francais and left to swelter, the\\napproaching noonday sun beating down upon us as\\nwe were seated on the curbs of that narrow street,\\nwell protected from every breeze.\\nIt was eleven o clock when the money was finally\\npacked in two small boxes, loaded into an army\\nwagon, and General Garretson and an aide. Lieu-\\ntenant Langhorne, of the First United States Cav-\\nalry, settled themselves in their carriage.\\nWe had soon left the alley-like streets of Ponce\\nbehind us, and took up a good trot on a fine broad\\nmacadamized road running directly north, and by\\na gradual ascent reached the first mountain range of\\nthe interior of Porto Rico. The good road did not\\ncontinue far beyond the foot hills, and when fairly on\\nthe mountain side it became a mere trail, upward\\nand tortuous. We had no shelter, and the sun was\\nscorching. Our lunch was eaten in the saddle, and\\nconsisted of a sandwich, half warmed through, hav-\\ning been carried in our saddle bags. Others had\\nsome chocolate, and a few cans of sardines were", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0393.jp2"}, "394": {"fulltext": "258 History of Troop A\\nshared by the epicures. We were fortunate in being\\nable to assuage our thirst at cool, crystal threads\\nof water, which flowed from the rocks over a\\nbanana leaf for a spigot. By four o clock we reached\\nthe first crest, from which we could see a plateau,\\nlike a great arena, in the centre of which was Ad-\\njuntas, and thither we descended.\\nSo far the road had been quite free from habita-\\ntions, but beyond the crest we came to scattered\\nhuts and small settlements, from which we received\\na curious and rather happy welcome. After a day\\nin the sun and frequent showers, and a march of\\nabout twenty-two miles over the mountains, we de-\\nlivered our charge to the store-room of Adjuntas at\\nhalf-past five, and were glad to picket our horses\\nalongside another detail from our troop, the Fre-\\nlinghuysen Lancers and B Troop of the Second.\\nOur camp was made on the gravel walks of a small\\npublic square filled with many flowering plants, and\\nabout which the poor town was built. Bacon and\\nbeans were served hot, and after that welcome re-\\npast few of us lingered longer than to smoke a cigar\\nand take a cooling drink in one or other of two ho-\\ntels facing the square, before turning in, some under\\ncanvas, others on the porches of nearby buildings.\\nThe second day of our trip dawned very hot. The\\nregulars and Lieutenant Frelinghuysen and Ser-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0394.jp2"}, "395": {"fulltext": "Detail to Utuado 259\\ngeant Cromwell, with their men, left us early, and\\nour morning was spent counting over the money\\nand hunting in the pawn-shops for souvenirs. Just\\nas we were about to start for Utuado a telegram\\narrived ordering us back to Ponce at once to embark\\nfor home. This was joyful news, but nevertheless we\\ndid not want to give up our trip. Lieutenant Lang-\\nhorne was told the situation, and so said he would\\norder us to proceed with him, which took the\\nresponsibility ofif our hands. In the meantime the\\ntelegram had been sent ahead by messenger to Lieu-\\ntenant Frelinghuysen, and we shortly met him re-\\nturning. He suggested our immediate return, but\\nLieutenant Langhorne knew his part and replied\\nthat we were ordered to Utuado, and we went.\\nLater General Guy Henr and still later his as-\\nsistant adjutant-general, passed and inquired why\\nwe had not returned to Ponce; but they made no ob-\\njection to our lieutenant s explanation, and we pro-\\nceeded through the same sort of bold country as we\\nhad come through the day before. Early in the\\nafternoon we were led ofY the main road to Senor\\nRivera s coffee hacienda. The house was a large\\nwooden building, with cool verandas commanding\\nan extensive panoramic view. Not only the entire\\nmenage, but the members of the family, set to work\\nand served us coffee, cocoanuts and cake. We", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0395.jp2"}, "396": {"fulltext": "26o History of Troop A\\nhelped ourselves to most delicious oranges from the\\ntrees about the place, and while having a quiet\\nsmoke in easy-chairs Stowe Phelps and Senorita\\nCarmencita enlivened our spirits by playing duets\\non a splendid tin-panny upright. Really, Stowe\\nmade quite an impression, not to speak of sundry\\npretty speeches translated into Spanish by means\\nof his phrase book. The time was short and we\\nmade a start, but the ubiquitous camera fiend in the\\nperson of Irving Ruland held us up. I must confess\\nthe Senorita s blushes, when Stowe insisted on her\\nstanding beside him in the foreground, were well\\nworth the delay.\\nIt was four o clock when we rode through the\\noutskirts of Utuado in as hard a tropical rain as we\\nhad yet seen, and crowded for shelter under the shed\\nof one of the many abandoned sugar mills alongside\\nthe General s headquarters. The shower over, we\\nlooked about for a camping-ground, and finally de-\\ncided to go into town and join Captain Hoppin s\\ntroop.\\nOur horses were tethered a mile out of the town,\\nand we settled ourselves on the bare floor of an\\nempty storehouse, which had been put at our dis-\\nposal by the owner. The regulars had their horses\\non a line in the court-yard of a large stone edifice, in\\nwhich they were quartered, and which was also used", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0396.jp2"}, "397": {"fulltext": "Detail to Utuado 261\\nas a guard-house. Finding ourselves in good com-\\npany, we posted a strong guard and searched the\\ntown.\\nThe buildings were very pretentious, and the in-\\nhabitants quite prosperous. The Cathedral was the\\nfinest we had yet seen, and was raised ten or fifteen\\nsteps above a large open park, laid out in extensive\\nflower gardens.\\nMost of us came to an early conclusion that the\\nconditions were not quite identical with sight-seeing\\nduring a summer s vacation in Europe, and, after a\\nhearty meal in the swell hotel we spent a short and\\nquiet evening. Lieutenant Langhorne honored us\\nwith a call, and a small crowd, accompanied by Cap-\\ntain Hoppin s interpreter, a Cuban refugee, called\\non the swells of the town. The parlor doors opened\\ndirectly on to the sidewalk, and into one we walked,\\ndrew out our phrase books, said Buenos tardes,\\nand made ourselves comfortable.\\nThere were the father, mother and two daughters,\\nand they seemed pleased to have such distinguished\\nvisitors. At all events, the youngest daughter, a\\nreally charming muchacha, sang to her own accom-\\npaniment on her guitar, until we felt the idea of an\\nearly start next morning resting upon our eyelids.\\nWe left the slaughter-house, bedecked with souve-\\nnirs, the next morning at seven. The cool, clear", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0397.jp2"}, "398": {"fulltext": "262 History of Troop A\\natmosphere of that high altitude had braced us, and\\nour horses were game for the hardest ride they had\\nyet been over. At the outskirts of the city we passed\\na cemetery on our left enclosed by a stone wall,\\nwhich was completely loopholed, and on our right\\nwas a steep spur some fifty feet high. The cemetery\\nhad been converted into a fort, and the spur was\\nmounted with a couple of Spanish guns, so as to\\ncompletely cover an iron bridge and all roads from\\nthe north, west and south leading into Utuado. This\\nwas the last sight we had to remind us of the war,\\nand from here our road was to retrace our steps of\\nthe past few days. Up one mountain, down into the\\narena of Adjuntas, up and out on the other side and\\nthe long road down to Ponce. That day s ride was\\nnot far from forty miles, and we covered it in ten\\nhours riding, arriving in our old field at six o clock.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0398.jp2"}, "399": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0399.jp2"}, "400": {"fulltext": "A I OKTO KICAN FUNERAL\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009e,.:ma,ns of a s.an.sh ..:.m knc. ahtkk thk ..ke at coto", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0400.jp2"}, "401": {"fulltext": "Detail to Goto\\nJohn D. Lannon.\\nWe were sent to Goto, for Goto had been burnt,\\nBut not by any human being, so far as could be learnt.\\nThe Brigand s Farewell.\\nIVILIANS don t quite under-\\nstand the first beginnings of\\nthings in the army; that s why\\nthere were so many surprised\\ncitizens in the United States\\nin the summer of 1898.\\nThat also is the reason why\\nso many Troop A men learned useful lessons;\\ntherefore when there is talk of selecting a de-\\ntail it is well to tell what detail means. In\\na few words, a detail means a small body of men\\nunder a lieutenant or a non-commissioned officer,\\npicked either because of fitness for the particular\\nwork or because of being next in rotation on the\\nroster, for some detached duty out of the regular\\nroutine of camp.\\nWe had been camping near that dream of a semi-\\ntropical city, Ponce, for a long, long time. We had", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0401.jp2"}, "402": {"fulltext": "264 History of Troop A\\nheard of the signing of the Peace Protocol and were\\nsilently awaiting the orders for home.\\nAt parade on the evening of August 23rd we were\\ntold that three details were to be sent out on the\\nfollowing day. One of these was under command\\nof Sergeant Cammann and was made up of the fol-\\nlowing men: Corporal Huntington, Privates Hill,\\nHildreth, Horner, Holt, Hoeninghaus, Knudsen,\\nLannon, Ledyard, Mills and Stevens.\\nThis was welcome news to the men, as camp rou-\\ntine had gotten wearisome, and something was\\nneeded to drag them from the lethargy that comes\\nof idleness.\\nThe orders were for an early start in the morn-\\ning. In such cases your wise trooper makes all his\\npreparations the evening before getting his stuff\\nin readiness, packing loose articles and stowing\\naway what grub can be found or stolen for that\\nrainy day which is always imminent in the army.\\nThese precautions also insure one s being on time\\nand not being severely dealt with.\\nUp at reveille, mess, then boots and sad-\\ndles, and we are off up the military road. The\\norders to the sergeant in charge were to proceed to\\nthe headquarters of General Wilson for further in-\\nstructions. We rode along through the streets of\\nPonce, by that time thoroughly familiar with their", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0402.jp2"}, "403": {"fulltext": "Detail to Goto 265\\nquaint, romantic looking houses and exceptionally\\nbad odors, to General Wilson s headquarters, which\\nwere about half a mile beyond Ponce in a field on the\\nright of the road, where the First regiment of New\\nYork Volunteer Engineers were camping, and at\\nthat particular time being initiated into the mys-\\nteries of the Krag-Jorgensen rifle. Incidentally\\nthey didn t seem to be enjoying it particularly.\\nHere we were halted and ordered to wait wait-\\ning takes up the greater part of one s time in the\\narmy. We waited for orders to take the field; we\\nwaited for a long time at Camp Black for orders to\\nleave; we waited for orders at Camp Alger, and we\\nwaited for orders to go to the front; we waited for\\nthe train at Dunn Loring, and for the transport at\\nNewport News. To add to our misery we ran\\naground outside of Ponce, and waited to be pulled\\nofif. Then we grew sick waiting at Ponce for the\\norders to the front which never came, and when we\\nheard that the Protocol was signed we commenced\\nthe hardest wait of all the long wait for orders for\\nhome. It s good discipline, but hard to acquire as a\\nhabit.\\nThe orders were to go under command of Captain\\nLatrobe, of General Wilson s stalT, to Goto, a small\\ntown about five miles from Ponce. This town had\\nbeen burned by some renegades, either Spanish or", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0403.jp2"}, "404": {"fulltext": "266 History of Troop A\\nnative, out of pure maliciousness, or to bring the\\nAmericans into bad repute. We had passed it a few\\ndays before on one of our marches; it was a pretty\\nlittle place, and seemed from the road to be quite the\\ncleanest village we had seen on the island.\\nOur further instructions were to discover, if pos-\\nsible, the incendiaries and arrest them, and to pub-\\nlish through the different plantations a proclama-\\ntion regarding the protection of property by the\\nUnited States forces, and stating that the people\\nwould be held responsible for the maintenance of\\norder.\\nAfter receiving instructions we started, taking up\\nagain our march over the militarv road. The scenery\\nalong this road is beautiful. Now and then the sea\\ncan be seen two or three miles away to the right,\\nanH far out a huge rock, which rises majestically\\nfrom the ocean like a grim sentinel.\\nThe peculiar charm of the tropics lies in its con-\\ntrasts; everything runs to violent colors nature\\nand man and everything is more accentuated than\\nin other regions.\\nThrough such country we rode for six miles be-\\nfore we reached Coto. We camped in the yard of\\none of the burned buildings, an admirable camping\\nplace, or at least a very comfortable one, and we\\nwere not particularly fastidious at that stage of the\\ngame.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0404.jp2"}, "405": {"fulltext": "Detail to Goto 267\\nThe burned building was immediately on the road,\\nwhile in the yard behind it there were the remains\\nof what had been a fountain, very well built, and\\nbehind this at some little distance was an old tum-\\nble down shed which had been used as a stable, not\\nlately, I am very glad to say. Some troughs ran\\nalong the rear of this shed and, as we afterward\\nfound out, made, when half filled with hay, excellent\\nbeds, much better than the ground. We brought\\nthe mule team into the yard, put up our conical tent\\nnear the fountain, stretched a picket Hne, made a fire\\nand camp was ready.\\nBehind the shed there was a large field, which we\\nused as a grazing ground for our horses.\\nWe arrived early in the forenoon, and immediate-\\nly after making camp a few men were selected to go\\naround to the different plantations and through the\\ntown to publish the proclamation.*\\nSergeant Cammann went first to a plantation\\ncalled Hacienda Saurel and there explained to the\\nmajor domo (the overseer) the nature of his mis-\\nsion. The major domo was well pleased with the\\nproclamation, and in Spanish, with which some of\\nthe men had become slightly familiar, praised a gov-\\nernment that looked after its people and their prop-\\nSee following page.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0405.jp2"}, "406": {"fulltext": "COARTIt 6SHBRAL BSL ESTABO ASAYOS\\nIZ u hATOTl GEKE\u00c2\u00ab4L IflUOS,\\nAflosto 24 d\u00c2\u00ab 1838,\\n(!(y){\u00c2\u00bbndo llsgado noticlia 4 \u00c2\u00ab6 te CuarUl Gen^ral-da eiertoe iesmar.ca\\n5 cw^ndzas ei la fTanvr.eld ie Poii\u00c2\u00ab\u00c2\u00ab\\nSE WACS SABBR AL PUBL;03\\nOne lo8 Esfadoa Urndos de A^ji\u00c2\u00abrtca prs8tor47i la debidd prof\u00c2\u00abcc*o/\u00c2\u00bb\\nl la projytedad U laa pefatnaa it todoa los residentes de estd frcv incid\\ncontra toio ataoue ,ya s$a de parte de loa Aiericanoa ,cono loa \u00c2\u00a3apa!io_\\nles 6 Pue^to-RigueHos y caetigari S los cutpables con todo et I igaf\\nde lo ley i( id\u00c2\u00ab sd8 \u00c2\u00abi 8\u00c2\u00ab diass cuenfa de ro ooa fuegoe a lo pro_\\nfisidd 6 euatquiefa otro daeajuefo, \\\\os haWantea eerin /respsflsd^\\nilea poT wo hafcsrto i\u00c2\u00abp8didd,u ai no /lan arr^stado y detmidftf\\nlo.8 calliecliorea eeri/i seusraaente eastijados\\nCapHtn del Satado Mayor\\ndel fieneral Wil8on\\ndel seneral wtteon;;.\\n[TRANSLATION]\\nGeneral Headquarters of\\nMajor-General Wilson s Staff.\\nAugust 24, 1899.\\nAdvices having reached these Headquarters of certain calamities\\nand threats in the Province of Ponce, we\\nMAKE IT KNOWN TO THE PUBLIC\\nThat the United States of America lends due protection to personal\\nproperty to all the residents of this Province from attacks on the part\\neither of Americans, Spaniards, or Puerto Ricans and all culpable\\nparties will be punished with the full force of the law, and besides if\\nany notice is given as to robberies, setting fire to property, or any\\nother outrage, the inhabitants will be responsible for not having im-\\npeded same, and if they have not arrested and detained the offenders\\nthey will be severely punished.\\n(Signed) Osman Latrobe,\\nCaptain Fourth U. S. V. Infantry,\\nOf General IVi/son s Staff.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0406.jp2"}, "407": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0407.jp2"}, "408": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0408.jp2"}, "409": {"fulltext": "Detail to Goto 269\\nerty so well. He then gave orders to assemble the\\npeople. This was done by ringing a huge bell or\\ngong, and they came trooping in from the fields.\\nWhen they were assembled, the major domo him-\\nself read the proclamation, and we could gather\\nfrom the expressions of their faces that it was as un-\\nusual as it was pleasant to hear that they\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the sov-\\nereign people\u00e2\u0080\u0094 would be held responsible for the\\npreservation of order.\\nThe people on these plantations live most simply.\\nTheir food, consisting chiefly of bananas, cocoanuts\\nand other fruits, comes from the untilled earth.\\nTheir clothes are a few rags; they live in huts, simple\\nto a degree\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a box raised on four piles, with an open-\\nmg or two for doors and windows. The few neces-\\nsaries used which are not raised on the island are\\nbought at the store at the refinery, run by the owner\\nof the plantation, where he probably gets back all\\nthe money paid out in wages.\\nWe stayed at this plantation for a short time only,\\nand incidentally had the pleasure of declining a\\ndrink of rum, which is the chief intoxicant of the\\nisland.\\nThat afternoon we witnessed a native funeral.\\nFour men were carrying on their shoulders what\\nseemed like a stretcher, and on this a small coffin,\\nwith a few wild flowers on top. The men evidently", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0409.jp2"}, "410": {"fulltext": "270 History of Troop A\\nwere dressed in their best clothes and came down the\\nroad chatting and laughing away and all but roy-\\nstering as they carried their friend to his last resting\\nplace.\\nLater on we raced the little native ponies, to the\\ngreat delight of the islanders, though one had to\\nhold one s feet up to keep them from hitting the\\nground. These ponies, though small, are remark-\\nable for their endurance. Their usual gait is what is\\nknown in Ole Kentucky as a rack, or single\\nfoot. The motion is exactly like that of a rocking\\nchair, and to see a big Dago sitting calmly smoking\\na cigar on one of these rats is rather a ludicrous\\nsight.\\nThat evening we had our mess at the usual hour,\\nbut it was not the usual mess. Our new chefs,\\nKnudsen and Hoeninghaus, covered themselves\\nwith glory, and gave us the best meal we had on the\\nisland, not even excepting those of Madame of\\nthe Hotel Francais in Ponce. Bacon that before\\nhad been unpalatable, beans that no one would eat,\\nbecame under their magic touch the most tempting\\nand delicious of morsels, and when they had used up\\nthe army rations they went out into the highways\\nand byways and procured delicacies of which we had\\nnever heard. They turned that sturdy article of\\ndiet the hardtack into a most palatable dainty by", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0410.jp2"}, "411": {"fulltext": "Detail to Goto 271\\nfrying it in bacon grease and serving it under the\\nregular army name.\\nJust before mess Corporal Huntington, who had\\nbeen through the different plantations reading the\\nproclamation, returned. He had had some curious\\nexperiences, but none more unique than that at a\\nplantation where no one could be found who could\\nread except a small child of ten or eleven years. The\\nbig bell rang out the summons calling the people to-\\ngether, who came to hear from the lips of this child\\nof ten or eleven, the words of the representative of\\nthe greatest nation in the world; and two dusty,\\ntired troopers looked on, while the mother of the in-\\nfant prodigy fairly glowed with delight.\\nAfter evening mess we sat around smoking and\\nchatting, and just after night had fallen\u00e2\u0080\u0094 there is no\\ntwilight in Puerto Rico\u00e2\u0080\u0094 we were suddenly startled\\nby firing, down the road; it seemed about half a mile\\naway. We began to wonder if we were going to have\\na scrap, or if this was another of the many false\\nalarms that we had been following for two months\\nin the hope of a fight. Two of the men in their\\nexcitement jumped for their saddles and commenced\\nsaddling up, but the sergeant in command promptly\\ncalled them down, inquiring in a very mild way if\\nany orders had been given. He then took one of\\nthe men and went off down the road to find out the", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0411.jp2"}, "412": {"fulltext": "272 History of Troop A\\ntrouble. Diligent inquiry among the natives elic-\\nited no information, but by and by a man came along\\non horseback from that direction and said it was only\\na drunken wagon driver, shooting his pistol for fun.\\nWe turned in soon afterward, some in the tent and\\nothers in the trough. To do guard duty on such a\\nnight was a pleasure. The full moon shedding its\\nlight on the mountains behind us, the burned village\\nat our feet, the horses picketed, and the men sleep-\\ning made a very pretty picture, and in the silence of\\nthe night an impressive one.\\nToo soon for the tired men the day came. A few\\nmore plantations were visited, and that part of our\\nwork was done. As to the first part of it, the dis-\\ncovery of the incendiaries, nothing could be found\\nout about them, and, judging from the stories of the\\npeople who were interviewed, the entire population\\nof Coto, men, women and children, had spent the\\nnight of the fire away from home, mostly at Ponce.\\nCaptain Latrobe came back about ten o clock\\nand, after hearing the report of the sergeant, ordered\\nus to go back to our main camp at our convenience\\nduring the day.\\nThe little natives were most interesting. They\\nwould talk to us in Spanish and in the few words of\\nEnglish they had picked up, and seemed to enjoy\\nthemselves immensely. One bright-eyed little fel-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0412.jp2"}, "413": {"fulltext": "Detail to Goto 273\\nlow in particulai was interested in everything; he\\nwould sing out Viva Americanos! and then he\\nacted a little farce by ridiculous comparison of the\\nSpanish and American soldiers. Soldado Espanol,\\nraising his hands about five feet three inches to show\\nthe height of the Spanish soldier. Soldado Amer-\\nicano, measuring as high as he could and puffing\\nout his chest. Soldado Espanol mucho malo (no\\ngood), with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders.\\nSoldados Americanos mucho bueno (very fine).\\nSoldados Americanos bing! bing! (the sound of a\\ngun); Solda Espanoles fueran, and then he would\\nmake gestures to imitate Spanish soldiers running\\naway as hard as they could.\\nIn many ways these urchins showed their con-\\ntempt for the Spaniards, but the thought kept\\nrecurring that perhaps they would make as much\\nfun of the Americans to the Spaniards if the morrow\\nhad brought a Spanish detail to the burned town.\\nThey have probably changed by now, having\\nlearned the ways of the Americans, but the ways of\\nthe half-breed Puerto Rican natives will take a good\\ndeal of improving before they become model citizens\\nof the United States.\\nAbout noon Troop C, of Brooklyn, passed us,\\nbound for Ponce, with orders for Home. Up to\\nthat time we had not received our orders, and a blue", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0413.jp2"}, "414": {"fulltext": "274\\nHistory of Troop A\\nlot we were while contemplating the possibility of\\nseeing them get away before us. Finally, about\\nthree o clock, we saddled up and took the road back\\nto Ponce. We rode quietly, enjoying, in spite of the\\nheat, the mere being alive and out of doors, while\\nour imaginations gave us bright glimpses of the\\nstreets of New York.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0414.jp2"}, "415": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0415.jp2"}, "416": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0416.jp2"}, "417": {"fulltext": "The Second Invasion of\\nSanta Isabel\\nWilliam R. Wright.\\nHere s a first-rate opportunity\\nTo get married with impunity.\\nThe Pirates of Penzance.\\nATE on Tuesday, August\\n23rd, notice had been given\\nthat three details were to be\\nsent out on the morrow to\\n^ip harry the country, and the\\n^L usual pipe dreams were rife.\\nji^Hfl^ Reports were circulated of a\\nr-L4_5|H||ll^ait^ band of bloodthirsty brig-\\nands abiding in the moun-\\ntains, who were keeping the entire force of regular\\ncavalry in the island at bay, and who refused to sur-\\nrender in the approved Spanish fashion; and more\\nlooted villages were mentioned by the dreamers\\nthan could be accommodated in an island three\\ntimes the size of Porto Rico. Indeed, no one could\\ntell but that we might again have to pull the sleep-\\ning Puerto Rico Americano from his humble bed,", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0417.jp2"}, "418": {"fulltext": "276 History of Troop A\\nand inform him that we had been told that his village\\nwas a mass of smoking ruins, and that he was there-\\nfore requested to step out into the public square and\\nshiver in his robe de nuit, or its Spanish equivalent,\\nuntil we were convinced that he had no intention of\\nshooting us through his front door and could assure\\nourselves that his village still stood.\\nHowever, all was settled the next morning, when\\nwe rode out of camp bristling with cartridges after\\nthe most approved form of bristle, and proceeded to\\nGeneral Wilson s headquarters, where our leaders\\nleft us to give that eminent officer the benefit of\\ntheir opinions on war as such, while we smaller fry\\nlined up and had our photographs taken in various\\nartistic positions, according to the latest army\\nmethods, thereby showing that same thoughtful\\nconsideration for the girls we left behind us that,\\njudging from the number of photographs taken un-\\nder similar circumstances now in existence, has char-\\nacterized the American volunteer throughout the\\nwhole of the late unpleasantness.\\nIn a few minutes the greater lights of our mili-\\ntary world reappeared and informed us that the\\nbrigandshadgotwindof our proposed campaign, and\\nchosen capture by the regulars rather than photog-\\nraphy at the hands of Troop A, but that the san-\\nguinary aspirations of two out of the three details", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0418.jp2"}, "419": {"fulltext": "The Second Invasion of Santa Isabel 277\\nwere to be gratified by the congenial and oft-prac-\\ntised task of bearing another load of proclamations\\nto the inoffensive and unsuspecting natives. We\\nwere also joined by Captain Latrobe, of the Second\\nUnited States Immunes, who wished to study the\\nmethods of the troop in their celebrated olive branch\\nact; and so, bidding a fond farewell to the unfortu-\\nnates who remained behind, and who, to their credit\\nbe it said, would have been only too glad to share\\nour dangers and escape for a few days from the\\nenervating luxury of the liver pies at Ponce, we\\nset forth upon our perilous mission.\\nProceeding by the military road over which we\\nhad recently chased General Miles s elusive figure\\nfor so many weary leagues, we came to the burned\\nvillage of Coto, where we picked out those whose\\nblood was most sluggish and least inclined to fero-\\ncious deeds, that the sight of its blackened walls\\nmight stir up and keep alive the necessary fire in\\ntheir breasts. Leaving them with Sergeant Cam-\\nmann, the men who were destined to perforni the\\nglorious deeds of which this is the humble record\\npushed on toward San Juan. They were First Ser-\\ngeant Moen, Corporals Erving and Wright and\\nPrivates Batcheller, Bayne, Benjamin, Coyne,\\nCrombie, Fisher, Gillespie, Goadby and Hall, to-\\ngether with a wagon and four mules.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0419.jp2"}, "420": {"fulltext": "278 History of Troop A\\nAt Juana Diaz Captain Latrobe showed his ap-\\npreciation of the fact that an army always moves\\non its stomach by halting his forces for lunch, which\\nwe partook of with much reHsh at the little inn and\\nwith but fleeting thoughts of the tomato omelets\\nthat we had left behind. We then took up the\\nmarch again in the most cheerful frame of mind,\\nit being announced that Santa Isabel was again to\\nfigure in history, and all of us cherishing pleasant\\nmemories of the pretty little village, with its flowery\\nplaza, unfinished cathedral and hospitable Mayor\\nand townspeople. On our way we proceeded to\\nspread news of our arrival by sending out details\\nto visit the plantations we passed with a proclama-\\ntion from General Wilson assuring all that they\\nmust at once become peace-at-any-price men;\\notherwise they would either be shot or hung, ac-\\ncording to their style of architecture and the time\\nat the disposal of the troop. This polite language\\nseemed to please the readers so much that they\\nalways pressed us to step in and dine, whether\\nfrom hospitality or a desire to sandbag us we\\ncannot say.\\nArriving at Santa Isabel late in the afternoon,\\nwe pitched our camp in the shadow of the cathe-\\ndral, where it was at once surrounded by a dense\\ncrowd, who there^iter superintended our every op-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0420.jp2"}, "421": {"fulltext": "The Second Invasion of Santa Isabel 279\\neration, from putting on our shoes to tying our\\nneckerchiefs, and when Fisher calmly appropriated\\nthe village druggist s best pony and rode down to\\nthe shore for a swim he rivalled Captain Good, of\\nblessed memory, in the admiration excited by his\\nbeautiful white legs. Our reputation from that\\ntime on was firmly established.\\nAfter supper the Alcalde and his interpreter vis-\\nited our camp to give us a more impressive wel-\\ncome than the hasty one accorded us on our arrival\\nand to talk with our leader as to the reasons and\\npurposes of our visit. He found the military dis-\\ntrict of Santa Isabel in full working order, with Ser-\\ngeant Moen as Military Governor, Corporal Wright\\nas his Secretary of War (with particular instruc-\\ntions to protect Arthur Goadby and Crombie from\\nthe wiles of the fair muchachas to the best of his\\nability), and Sherman Hall in the onerous position\\nof Commissary General, with Coyne and Benjamin\\nas assistants.\\nAbout this time Corporal Erving was taken ill,\\nslung his hammock under the bell-tower and re-\\ntired to it for the balance of our stay, to his own\\ngreat discomfort, but to the eternal admiration of\\nthe natives, who gazed open-mouthed upon his ma-\\njestic reclining figure. He still contributed greatly\\nto our comfort, since he allowed no choir-boy to", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0421.jp2"}, "422": {"fulltext": "28o History of Troop A\\nclimb the tower and ring the bell for vespers or\\nany other service unless they previously promised\\nto cut it short.\\nAt nightfall we established what we have since\\ndiscovered from the Manual of Guard Duty was\\na running guard, but which in our ignorance at that\\ntime we hailed as a striking manifestation of genius\\non the part of Ren Moen, and the corporal of the\\nguard having instructed his men how to challenge\\nin the Spanish language any unexpected and im-\\nprobable sight, from a guerilla to a trolley-car, we\\nall retired to rest, or, rather, to the duty of giving\\nthe mosquitoes their daily nourishment, which takes\\nthe place of rest in Puerto Rico.\\nThe succeeding day passed most pleasantly, yet\\nnot uneventfully, the affair of the greatest moment\\nbeing the receipt by Sergeant Moen, through the\\ninterpreter, of an ofifer of marriage from one of the\\nfair dames of the town. She also expressed her-\\nself as much taken by Ross Bayne s beard, Louis\\nGillespie s whiskers and Harry Batcheller s tout en-\\nsemble, but it was evident that she considered Ren\\nas head and shoulders above all. As he protested\\nthat he was unworthy of the honor, the match fell\\nthrough.\\nThe Alcalde called again in the morning and found\\nthe official photographers busily engaged in per-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0422.jp2"}, "423": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0423.jp2"}, "424": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0424.jp2"}, "425": {"fulltext": "The Second Invasion of Santa Isabel 281\\npetuating historical localities. Being a picturesque\\nold gentleman, he was at once seized by these zeal-\\nous officials, and will go down to posterity seated\\nin the plaza between Sergeant Moen and the in-\\nterpreter, with a decidedly anxious expression on\\nhis face, as though uncertain how painful the opera-\\ntion might be. It however turned out so pleas-\\nantly that he besought the artist to come down to\\nhis residence that afternoon and initiate the bal-\\nance of a numerous family into its mysteries.\\nTo keep in with the authorities our leader made\\nthis courteous and long-suf\u00c2\u00a5ering gentleman an elo-\\nquent speech before his departure in the morning,\\nwhich was Hstened tO with rapt attention by half the\\npopulation of Santa Isabel and apparently lost none\\nof its effect by being entirely unintelhgible to them.\\nAt its conclusion he produced a tin of corned beef\\nand a can of tomatoes, which he bestowed upon the\\ndelighted Mayor amid the cheers of the enthusiastic\\npopulace. For some time it seemed as if the old\\ngentleman was completely overpowered by the\\nmagnificence and munificence of the gift, but he\\nrallied and reciprocated with a cheese and a pot of\\njam, which will cause his name to be ever blessed\\namong the recipients.\\nAbout noon we moved our headquarters, the Sec-\\nretary of War being dissatisfied with the defences", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0425.jp2"}, "426": {"fulltext": "282 History of Troop A\\nof his camp, and on inspecting the unfinished cathe-\\ndral decided that both for habitation and defence it\\nwas unsurpassed. So we at once transferred our-\\nselves and our baggage, and subsequently passed\\ntherein one of the most comfortable nights since\\nour departure from New York.\\nCaptain Latrobe had left camp early in the morn-\\ning, taking with him Privates Benjamin and Goad-\\nby, for the purpose of capturing a notorious brig-\\nand who had made his lair on the Ponce road. The\\nbrave little party carefully reconnoitred the place,\\nand after an advance conducted after the most ap-\\nproved styles of modern warfare charged and cap-\\ntured it, only to find that their reputation had again\\npreceded them and their quarry had sailed away the\\nprevious day to a neighboring island, whereupon,\\nrealizing the truth of the axiom that Cavalry can\\nfight anywhere except on the sea, Captain Latrobe\\ndeparted for Ponce and sent his army back to Santa\\nIsabel, where they arrived unharmed and reported\\nthat he had been unstinted in his praise of their\\nbravery and efficiency.\\nDuring the afternoon of this day details were sent\\nout in various directions to favor the natives with\\na sight of General Wilson s proclamation. All re-\\nturned safely, reporting the most flattering atten-\\ntion on the part of their hearers, but with their ardor", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0426.jp2"}, "427": {"fulltext": "The Second Invasion of Santa Isabel 283\\nconsiderably dampened by a tropical thunder-\\nshower.\\nOn their arrival at the camp they were surprised\\nto see the Httle temporary chapel surrounded by\\na dense crowd, while strains of The Pilgrim s\\nChorus, Spanish CavaHer, c., as played on an\\norgan, floated out upon the still afternoon air.\\nWondering, they dismounted, to find the village\\npriest listening in rapt attention to the perform-\\nances of the musicians of our number. Later he\\nalso was persuaded to favor us, with the result that\\none after another of his hearers discovered that they\\nhad business elsewhere and silently stole away.\\nThe evening brought another evidence of the im-\\npression that we had made. Sergeant Moen had\\nbeen making inquiries as to where he could pur-\\nchase a handsome machete as a souvenir of his war\\nexperiences, and about dusk the Alcalde waited\\nupon us again, accompanied by a friend and the\\nusual joyous villagers. After a long and flowery\\noration he produced a machete, which he handed to\\nour gallant commander with a profound bow. The\\nlatter personage, supposing that it was offered for\\nhis inspection with a view to being purchased, ex-\\namined it dubiously and handed it back again, ex-\\nplaining through the interpreter that it was not\\ngood enough. His answer appeared to produce", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0427.jp2"}, "428": {"fulltext": "284 History of Troop A\\ngreat consternation among the delegation, and the\\ninterpreter was hastily instructed to announce that\\nit was the finest in the town and was presented free\\nof charge as an evidence of eternal friendship. Ru-\\nmor says that our noble leader, upon learning the\\ntrue state of afifairs, at once rose toi the situation and\\nexplained that the interpreter was to blame, and\\nwhat he had intended to convey was that he himself\\nwas not good enough to receive such a priceless\\npresent from his loving friends, whereupon, assuring\\nhim that he was a good thing in every sense of the\\nword, the deputation smilingly departed.\\nEarly the next morning, August 25th, we broke\\ncamp, and with a hearty cheer for our friend O.\\nColon, the Alcalde, departed for Ponce, spreading\\nabroad our proclamation by the way to the great\\nedification of the wayside audience and the eternal\\nuplifting of the intelligent appearing Americano who\\nhappened to be picked out to read it tO his com-\\npatriots. Our march was marked only by an at-\\ntempt on the part of Commissary General Hall to\\nupset our wagon in one of the streams that we\\nforded and thereby drown Corporal Erving, who,\\nbeing still ill, was riding in it. Certain harsh words\\nthat the latter had given utterance to concerning\\nsome so-called embalmed beans and perpetuated\\neggs that had been forced upon him that morning", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0428.jp2"}, "429": {"fulltext": "The Second Invasion of Santa Isabel 285\\nhad moved Sherman to this deed of revenge. The\\nrest of the detail was able to prevent the consum-\\nmation of this tragedy and Sherman has Hved to\\nthank us.\\nShortly before noon we rode into camp, to find,\\nas expected, that the welcome news had come that\\nwe were ordered to leave for home. Each one\\nfelt that the last few days were among the pleas-\\nantest of the entire summer, which fact was be-\\nlieved to- be due to the care and consideration of\\nour commander and the efforts of our efficient com-\\nmissary. Was it not better to earn a bloodless vic-\\ntory by our mere appearance and reputation than to\\nwade redhanded through battles and skirmishes ga-\\nlore? The death-roll among our adversaries was\\nliable to be larger from the beans distributed with\\nso lavish a hand than if we had fired ofif every car-\\ntridge in our belts into the blue ether.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0429.jp2"}, "430": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0430.jp2"}, "431": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0431.jp2"}, "432": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0432.jp2"}, "433": {"fulltext": "Some Experiences of the\\nCommissary Department\\nHenry M. Ward.\\nGoed wyn geebt goed bloed,\\nGoed bloed geebt goede gelachben,\\nGoede gelachben geben goede daden.\\nHotel Manhattan.\\nHEN we found that we\\nAvere to establish a perma-\\nnent camp at Ponce, we tried\\nto make ourselves as com-\\nfortable as possible, and while\\nwe did not set up the luxuri-\\nous mess tent with tables and\\nbenches which we had at\\nCamp Alger, still, by scatter-\\ning cracker boxes, barrels and sacks of potatoes in\\nconvenient spots in the shade, we did the best we\\ncould. Native labor being cheap,v a large force of\\nassistants was hired, and these, together with the\\nregular detail and the fatigue detail for each day,\\ngave us about fifteen men actively employed by the\\nCommissary.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0433.jp2"}, "434": {"fulltext": "288 History of Troop A\\nThe cook, with the rank of Corporal, Bob Troe-\\nscher, Ex-Commissary Sergeant, and one or more\\nof the permanent detail, with the usual alien pris-\\noner, slept in the portion of the commissary tent\\nwhich was not occupied by cans of tomatoes, beans,\\ncorned beef and canned roast beef of evil fame. Their\\nblankets spread on boxes kept them safe from the fre-\\nquent and devastating floods, while they never were\\nsubjected to the discomforts which the inmates of\\nthe First Sergeant s tent endured by being suddenly\\ndropped down in the middle of the night by the sup-\\nports of hammocks being loosened by the rain.\\nThe two active and colored cooks had an A tent\\nto themselves, near enough to the camp-fire to se-\\ncure the immunity which its smoke afforded from\\nthe dreaded tropical insects, while the native help-\\ners arrived before reveille and remained until after\\ntaps.\\nIndeed the work about the commissary was no\\njoke. The nearest spring was more than one hun-\\ndred yards distant and, as may be imagined, we had\\nat all times a tropical thirst. The regulations of the\\nsurgeon required that all water should be boiled and\\nit then had to be filtered, so one part of the\\ncommissary was encircled by a wall of large earthen\\nwater-coolers standing beneath stone filters through\\nwhich the water was supposed to come filtered and", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0434.jp2"}, "435": {"fulltext": "Commissary Department Experiences 289\\npurified as if by the art of Pasteur. It came through\\nwell enough for the first day, but after that the fil-\\nters were so clogged that, except when the watchful\\neye of the inspecting officer was upon us, we poured\\nthe water direct from the boilers into these re-\\nceptacles and doubtless many times the water\\ndid not go through even the purifying process of\\nboiling.\\nThere was also a large water-barrel supposed to\\nbe reserved for water for cooking purposes, but\\nmany a time some thoughtless trooper would take\\nadvantage of its abundant supply to perform his per-\\nsonal ablutions and clean up such crockery and\\ntableware as he had managed to retain from the\\nmarauders.\\nWe arrived at Puerto Rico with a superabundant\\nsupply of army rations of all sorts, but our experi-\\nence of the transport^and of the first few days before\\nwe had formed permanent camp, had made us all\\npretty thoroughly tired of a rotation of pork and\\nbeans, corned beef and hardtack, so it seemed a for-\\ntunate day when the commanding officer authorized\\nthe Commissary Department to draw upon the\\ntroop fund for the purpose of such supplies and lux-\\nuries as the native markets afforded. There was\\nabout $1,500 in the fund at this time and some $500\\nfrom the weekly assessment on the members of the", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0435.jp2"}, "436": {"fulltext": "290 History of Troop A\\ntroop, so we started in with high hopes of an ample\\nbill of fare.\\nIt was now part of the regular procedure for the\\nCommissary Sergeant, two of the regular detail and\\none or more of the natives to take Howard s mule\\nteam and drive to the market in Ponce at an hour\\nearly enough to get in ahead of the other Commis-\\nsaries, to say nothing of the tropical sun. This was\\none of the times when the Sergeant and Howard had\\nan easy thing, for they sat on the high spring seat\\nwhile all the rest tried by all expedients to keep\\nthemselves from shaking to pieces. Howard had one\\nfast drawing mule which could beat anything on the\\nroad and used to incite her companion to his best\\nefforts, and we banged along the stony streets at a\\ngreat pace until we reached the market. There we\\nwere greeted by the comely and smiling black face of\\nFloretta, a subject of her Britannic Majesty from St.\\nThomas, who gave us invaluable assistance and be-\\ncame a most important auxiliary of the stafT.\\nLoading the native with three large empty bas-\\nkets we proceeded to inspect what the market af-\\nforded, but a sad disappointment awaited us. Our\\nideas of what is beef, mutton and fish had to undergo\\na radical cliange before we recognized the articles to\\nwhich Floretta gave those names, and indeed the\\nflesh of a used-up Puerto Rican ox killed the evening", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0436.jp2"}, "437": {"fulltext": "Commissary Department Experiences 291\\nbefore was no great improvement upon the Amer-\\nican beef treated by that curious chemical process of\\nembalming, about which the yellow journals have\\nhad so much to tell us. Right here a word of justice\\nis due to the Administration. So far as the writer\\nknows, none of the American beef which was issued\\nto us from the time we started until our return,\\nwhether canned or fresh, was in any way improper\\nfor use as food, except in some cases where, by our\\nown negligence, cans had been left in the sun and\\ntheir contents naturally ruined. The fresh beef\\nwhich we had on the transport going back, which\\nwas issued roasted, was excellent, and considering\\nthe fact that it had been kept in cold storage for\\nsome three months before we used it, was remark-\\nably good.\\nTo return to the muttons, we never saw a Puerto\\nRican sheep on the hoof, but in the market there\\nwere certain small joints of animals which Floretta\\nassured us to be legs of mutton. When our jaws\\nwere weary with the stringiness of the so-called beef,\\nwe tried these for a change, but there was about as\\nmuch sustenance in them as in a halter, while much\\nunkind criticism has been uttered about the Com-\\nmissary s attempt to enliven the monotony of boiled\\nrice by the addition of certain articles which Floretta\\nassured us were kidneys and liver.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0437.jp2"}, "438": {"fulltext": "292 History 01 Troop A\\nOf fish, the market had an abundant supply\\nfish to look at, that is, not to eat, for we had to buy\\nsome six hundred of the small red snappers to have\\nenough for a meal for fifty men and it was seldom\\nindeed that a ten pound fish was to be seen. Occa-\\nsionally a lobster would be displayed with great\\npride, but they were more like enormous green\\nshrimps, as they had no claws, and we never experi-\\nmented upon ways of cooking them.\\nFortunately, eggs were abundant, and it is equally\\nfortunate that we had the troop fund behind us to\\nbuy them with, for to feed one hundred men with\\nbantam s eggs at four cents apiece so drained the\\ntreasury that the Commissary, in an evil hour, de-\\nvised the expedient of instituting Spanish scrambled\\neggs for breakfast. The recipe for this delicious\\ndish is very simple: Take 300 bantam s eggs and\\nbreak them into a large pan, add twelve cans of gov-\\nernment tomatoes; place the mixture, with suf^cient\\nsalt and pepper, over a hot fire; stir well until done.\\nThen we were given explicit orders that anyone who\\ndoes not care for tomatoes need not eat eggs, and\\nthere will be enough breakfast for those who like the\\ncombination.\\nThose, however, who were on the sick list, or who\\nhad the fortune to be detailed to assist the Commis-\\nsary, fared sumptuously every day. Stowed away", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0438.jp2"}, "439": {"fulltext": "4#^", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0439.jp2"}, "440": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0440.jp2"}, "441": {"fulltext": "Commissary Department Experiences 293\\nsomewhere in one of the baskets would be a pair of\\nfowls or a turkey, and Walter was an adept at pre-\\nparing chicken-broth, flavoring it with a few herbs\\nwhich his friend Floretta always remembered to get\\nhim.\\nFor vegetables, in addition to such of the Gov-\\nernment potatoes as had not been spoiled by being\\nfirst soaked in sea-water and then left in the hot\\nsun for a few days, we had an abundance of yams,\\nplantains, bananas and squash. There was an un-\\nfailing supply of excellent rice, and occasionally the\\nfavored ones would be presented by Floretta and\\nher friends, with pineapples and even oranges, which\\nwere as much better than those we eat here, as an\\napple stolen from an orchard is better than one\\nserved at dessert.\\nHaving filled the baskets and loaded the natives\\nwith such of these delicacies as the daily allowance\\nof $30 enabled us to buy, we started on our home-\\nward journey, usually favored with Floretta s com-\\npany. The market itself was perhaps the most pict-\\nuresque of all the sights in Ponce. Its long stucco\\nwalls, pierced with arches; its roof of red tiles, the\\nopen courtyards in the middle and the wide brick\\npavements surrounding it, crowded with natives of\\nall shades of color, from the full-blooded negroes of\\nSt. Thomas to the Spanish natives from the interior;", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0441.jp2"}, "442": {"fulltext": "294 History of Troop A\\nthe picturesque variety of costumes and lack of\\ncostume, the black bare-legged women smoking\\ntheir cheroots, the cackling fowls, the shouts of chil-\\ndren, with here and there the immaculate duck of\\nsome native officer, made a sight long to be re-\\nmembered.\\nOn our way back our first duty was to gather in\\nthe loaves. We stopped at the bakery of the Three\\nB s, whose proprietor combined the business of\\nbaker, wood merchant and chandler. Here we had\\na contract for two hundred rolls a day, and very\\ngood they were. Next we proceeded to the ice-\\nman, and all the tales we had heard of the cupidity\\nof the New York iceman were quite put in the shade\\nby his brother in Puerto Rico. The ice was $2.00 a\\nhundred pounds, and the hundred pounds had less\\ncooHng capacity than would half that weight of good\\nAmerican ice. Still we had to have it, and any\\nprice would have been cheap for the relief it gave\\nus and the comfort it was for those in the hospital.\\nThe great trouble in that portion of the tropics with\\nwhich we had experience, was not that it was very\\nhot, but that there never was anything, day in and\\nday out, to brace one up and make one more able\\nto bear the vagaries of the climate. It was hot in\\nthe sun and warm in the shade; it was warm at\\nnight. The water of the streams was warm, that", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0442.jp2"}, "443": {"fulltext": "Commissary Department Experiences 295\\nof the ocean was even warmer, the ground was\\nwarm, and ice was the only refuge from this uni-\\nversal tepidity.\\nOne day news reached us that the Commissary\\nhad opened a store at La Playa where we could buy\\nAmerican groceries at cost. Needless to say the\\nswiftest team was called out and with the full Com-\\nmissary detail we proceeded to take whatever we\\ncould lay our hands upon. At the Port we found\\nin one of the large warehouses a corner set apart as\\na grocery store and here we could get everything in\\nthe way of canned goods that could be thought of.\\nThe first day we thought of many things and the\\nnext day we wished that we had thought of more,\\nfor orders came that what remained should be re-\\nserved for officers of the various commands. On\\nthe arrival, however, of another transport a more\\nabundant supply was forthcoming, and before we\\nleft we were able to lay in a large supply of the\\nbest Franco-American soups and all sorts of pre-\\nserved and dried fruits, crackers, sardines, coffee\\nand tea. Thanks are due to the Captain and Com-\\nmissary in charge of this store, who, with unfailing\\ncourtesy and good-nature, acted as grocery clerk\\nfor us, opened boxes, weighed out supplies and\\nchalked up our account.\\nWhen the final orders to sail had arrived, the", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0443.jp2"}, "444": {"fulltext": "296 History of Troop A\\ncommanding officer intimated to the Commissary\\nthat no objections would be raised if we laid in an\\nabundant supply of food, drinks and ice for our com-\\nfort on the transport. On going over to our stock\\nwe found some eighty boxes of hardtack, countless\\ncans of tomatoes and beef, sacks of coffee and of\\nsugar, all of the Government rations which we had\\nnot consumed, so we made a deal with one of the\\nnative marketmen and he gave us some $300 for\\nthe lot. With this money and a large part of what\\nremained of the troop fund we bought out the native\\ngrocer and exhausted what little remained at the\\nCommissary s store, while we placed our orders at\\nthe two ice factories for their whole output for the\\nnext three days.\\nThe next problem was to load all these supplies\\non the transport without loss by fire, perils of the\\nsea, or the public enemy. By way of opening up\\npreliminary negotiations the Commissary and the\\nalien prisoner paid a long and satisfactory visit one\\nevening to the officers of the ship. We were re-\\nceived with great hospitality and the best of English\\nand Scotch liquors were placed at our disposal. The\\nsteward extended the hospitalities of the cold stor-\\nage room for the safe keeping of our supplies, and\\nwe finally decided that we would bring them aboard\\nat night and stow them there. So the next morn-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0444.jp2"}, "445": {"fulltext": "Commissary Department Experiences 297\\ning we had the day s output from one ice factory,\\namounting to some seven hundred pounds, put up\\nin barrels with sawdust, obtained three or four hun-\\ndred pounds from the other, and, starting off in the\\nevening, loaded the wagon with these and as many\\nof the supplies as we had room for. We made our\\nway to the Playa and hired a lighter, with two boat-\\nmen. At this point Howard s former training as\\nroustabout on a Mississippi steamer came in. He\\nhandled the five hundred pound barrels of ice with\\nmore ease than the rest of us handled the boxes,\\nand our united efforts soon had all the stuff on the\\nlighter. The natives then poled us out and in the\\ncourse of time we came up alongside the Missis-\\nsippi. Steam was up and we soon had the barrels\\nswinging in the air and lowered into the hold, and\\nthen rolled over to the aft starboard section of the\\ncold storage room. This operation was repeated\\nnightly until the last day, when we came down to the\\nPlaya with an unusually large load, the last of the\\nsupplies increased by the addition of several hundred\\nbottles of beer, ginger-ale and wine of the country,\\nnot to mention several cages of Porto Rican canaries\\ngiven us by Floretta as a parting token of her es-\\nteem. We called to our boatmen to bring us a light-\\ner and they started to obey when we were met with\\nan order purporting to come from the commanding", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0445.jp2"}, "446": {"fulltext": "298 History of Troop A\\nGeneral to the effect that no lighters should be used\\nby anyone until the General s transport had been\\ncompletely loaded. Looking about us we saw some\\nforty lighters waiting about and no attempt being\\nmade to use any of them. So we all retired into the\\nshade and held a council of war. We decided to\\nlay low until about dusk and then see what could\\nbe done. So we repaired to the Hotel de la Playa\\nand had the usual Porto Rican dinner, with fried\\nfish as an introduction to dessert. This feast con-\\ncluded, we hailed our lightermen, brought thewagon\\ndown, loaded the Hghter, took a rowboat as well,\\nand started off, expecting each moment a peremp-\\ntory order to return. We took care, however, not\\nto listen and not to look toward headquarters, so\\nfinally we reached the ship and began unloading,\\nwhen, to our consternation, we saw a rowboat pull-\\ning out from the shore full of the General s Quar-\\ntermasters. Although they boarded the ship they,\\nhowever, did not ask any embarrassing questions,\\nand when our load was well aboard, after visiting the\\nship s of^cers and sending back the lightermen, we\\ntook occasion to make ourselves as inconspicuous\\nas possible and rowed off to the hospital ship Re-\\nlief where we were welcomed by Dr. Rowland, and\\nsaw a number of the boys whom we had managed to\\nplace where they would be best looked after. We", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0446.jp2"}, "447": {"fulltext": "Commissary Department Experiences 299\\nwere back at camp before taps, but have always won-\\ndered what would have happened if the lighter had\\nbeen stopped in transitu.\\nOnce under way on the transport the Commis-\\nsaries of the three commands forward, Battery A,\\nthe City Troop of Philadelphia, and our troop\\nselected three places on the deck to set up their\\nrespective Commissary quarters and drew lots for\\nthem. We drew the forward port section and soon\\nhad an improvised lunch-counter and bar combined,\\nwhich the ingenuity and thought of the alien de-\\ncorated with a picture and appropriate mottoes.\\nFinding that we had more ice, more tomatoes and\\nless condensed milk than we needed, we agreed with\\nBattery A and the City Troop to divide the ice up\\nequally and to supply our deficiencies by trading our\\nsurplus supplies. This arrangement worked beauti-\\nfully for the first two days. We had an abundance\\nof ice\u00e2\u0080\u0094 enough to keep the various drinks as cold\\nthroughout the day as they were when we brought\\nthem up from the storage in the morning. Every\\nday before reveille the various Commissaries, each\\nwith a detail, repaired to the aft hatchway, went\\ndown to the cold storage room with the steward and\\nbrought up such supplies as it was expected would\\nbe needed for the day. These supplies were all\\nhoisted up by one of the donkey engines, and we", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0447.jp2"}, "448": {"fulltext": "300 History of Troop A\\nbecame quite expert in making the barrels dodge the\\nvarious beams and stanchions which they encoun-\\ntered on the way up. After being landed on deck all\\nthe supplies had to be carried by hand forward to\\nthe upper deck and the whole detail earned their\\ntitle to a hearty breakfast. By arrangement with\\nthe steward, we were able to have every morning not\\nonly hot cofTee but a large boiler full of hominy, and\\nthis we helped out with canned fruit, bacon, hard-\\ntack and condensed milk. For dinner we had an\\nample issue of roast beef, cooked during the night,\\nwith potatoes or rice, some cans of Franco- American\\nsoup and guava jelly and cheese, by way of dessert.\\nThe bar was opened at eleven A. M. and con-\\ntinued open until as long after taps as possible, and\\nnot the least valuable part of our education was that\\ngained in presiding there in the long afternoons.\\nOn the third day out the entire supply of ice on the\\ntransport, the great bulk of which belonged to us\\nand had been purchased from the troop fund, was\\ntaken possession of by the Major commanding, and,\\nby his orders, from that time on ice was issued every\\nmorning in seven equal portions, one for each of the\\ncommands aboard, the two troops of Pennsylvania\\ncavalry, Troop C, of Brooklyn, Battery A, the\\nCity Troop, and for the officers and our troop. All\\nprotests against this proceeding were unavailing and", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0448.jp2"}, "449": {"fulltext": "Commissary Department Experiences 301\\nwhile we were glad enough that they should have ice\\nwater, it was disheartening to think of our beer\\ngrowing warm, while large cakes of ice which had\\nbeen issued to the other commands were left on the\\ndeck.\\nThe writer cannot close without bearing witness\\nto the most efficient and ready work of all the men\\nconnected with the commissary department of the\\ntroop, and also to the appreciation of the troop at\\nlarge of the difficulties encountered in providing\\ntheir fare and of their readiness in making allowance\\nfor many shortcomings.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0449.jp2"}, "450": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0450.jp2"}, "451": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0451.jp2"}, "452": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0452.jp2"}, "453": {"fulltext": "Ordered Home\\nArthur M. Blake.\\nIt seems that I have heard\\nThat word before\\nSome one said Home,\\nThat sang to me of loved ones,\\nAnd of food.\\nHE week s delay in carry-\\ning out the orders to em-\\nbark immediately, occa-\\nsioned, we were told,\\nthrough lack of lighters\\n(who said management?)\\nwas well utilized by the\\nCommissary Department in\\npurchasing such of the good things of life as would\\nnourish and stimulate the inner man on the home-\\nward trip.\\nEvery morning before reveille some of the\\nkitchen detail would hie them to the picturesque\\nestablishment of a courteous Puertoricqueno who\\nindulged in th e manufacture of macaroni and ice,\\npurchasing a ton of the latter and taking it down to\\nthe Playa for storage in the transport s refrigerator.\\nCommissary Sergeant Ward, by wheedling himself", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0453.jp2"}, "454": {"fulltext": "304 History of Troop A\\ninto the good graces of a fair Senorita in town, be-\\ncame the proud possessor of a real live cocktail\\nshaker; bitters were procured from the Trancais,\\nand when the week was up a goodly supply of pre-\\nserved fruits, tinned salmon and other luxuries, pur-\\nchased from the balance left over in the Troop Re-\\nlief Fund, had been placed aboard. Incidentally\\nprovision was made to give the cocktail shaker a\\ngood time and not allow it to Lovelandize. We\\nbroke camp on the morning of the 2nd of Septem-\\nber, and went aboard in the afternoon, amiisque im-\\npedimentibus, the last few moments ashore being\\nspent by Senator Hill and a syndicate in trying\\nto corner the market in the Httle Puerto Rican\\ncanaries offered for sale by the natives pretty\\nlittle birds (the canaries, not the natives) of a bright\\nyellow and blue plumage, of which, though, very\\nfew lived to reach New York.\\nWe found that we had been assigned quarters\\nfour or five below, forward, with the City Troop and\\nBattery A, of Philadelphia, above us. Troop\\nC, of Brooklyn, with the Governor s Troop of\\nIlarrisburg and the Sheridan Troop, both of the\\nPennsylvania cavalry, were aft. We also found that\\nthe hay, mule and horse decks of our former trans-\\nport experience were empty, and offered a splendid\\nopportunity for the transfer of hammocks from the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0454.jp2"}, "455": {"fulltext": "Ordered Home 305\\nstuffiness below, and in less time than it would take\\nJimmy Terry to tell it, our best soldiers had appro-\\npriated every horse-stall, stanchion and ventilator\\nthat lent itself to the purpose. Our having so few\\nanimals aboard was the reason for this extra room,\\nfor with the exception of Troop C and ourselves\\nthe other commands had decided to take advantage\\nof the option given to leave their horses in Puerto\\nRico. When the men were all settled down. Troop\\nA was found to be occupying the starboard side\\nof the ship, with the Philadelphia boys scattered\\namidship on the port.\\nCharlie Fuller, Gus Wallace and a few others\\nwere rather unfortunate at the start in their choice\\nof the second horse deck, for at about half-past\\neleven that night, when fast asleep, they were rude-\\nly awakened by Here you! Get out of that!\\nWho is that man over there? Punch him in the\\nslats and wake him up! Hurry up; out you\\ncome! and come out they had to, for some extra\\nofficers horses were coming aboard, and were to be\\nplaced in the section these men had appropriated.\\nAt last the loading was completed, and we weighed\\nanchor about four in the morning of the 3d, begin-\\nning a trip, which, for smoothness of sea, evenness\\nof temperature and slowness of speed, has never yet\\nbeen equalled. To within twenty-four hours of", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0455.jp2"}, "456": {"fulltext": "3o6 History of Troop A\\nsighting New York it more resembled a trip across\\nthe bay, and even then, when the weather did change\\nit could have been called but a slight ground swell\\nat the most quite enough, though, to upset several\\nof the men. We were not in good condition; far\\nfrom it; for with one or two exceptions the men\\nwere generally weak and showing the effects of their\\nwork on shore.\\nCall it camping in the tropics, if you will, but our\\nmonth s stay had been by no means the picnic many\\nimagined. Poor food, the climate, rains, hard work\\nand exposure had told on us all. We were full of\\nmalaria, and, as subsequently developed, a number\\nof us were at the time sickening with typhoid. In\\nthe cases of Lieutenant Coudert, Goadby and Gran-\\nnis it actually developed before we reached shore.\\nLife at sea is monotonous at the best of times,\\nand in our case it proved no exception. One day\\nwas very much like another, and little happened to\\nbreak the monotony. There was the morning trip\\nby a special detail to the ship s refrigerator for the\\nday s supply of ice and food, the general reveille,\\nroll call, mess, a hose pipe bath up forward, some\\nlittle guard duty, more mess and early turning in.\\nSergeant Ward, Cook Brown and Privates\\nMills, Troescher and Blake accomplished wonders\\nin their capacity as bartenders and general jolliers", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0456.jp2"}, "457": {"fulltext": "ilil^MI", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0457.jp2"}, "458": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0458.jp2"}, "459": {"fulltext": "Ordered Home 307\\nduring the entire trip behind the mess counter, by\\nfar the handiest and most picturesque on board.\\nThe feed-box in front of a section of horse-stall\\non the upper deck was knocked away, a series of\\nboards laid tablewise and a back counter placed for\\nthe display of such luxuries in the way of cigars,\\ncigarettes, canned fruits and assorted bottles as had\\nbeen purchased before leaving. Add to this the\\nportrait of a lady in quite fetching attire, a cage of\\nthe canaries before mentioned and the result was as\\ngood an imitation as one could have of the primitive\\nlittle booths of the Midway at Camp Alger.\\nThis was for our mess, and whether or not it was\\ndue to the propinquity of the wet goods or the smil-\\ning countenances of the commissary and his satel-\\nHtes, it certainly became the rendezvous of the\\ntrip home, and probably the one spot in which more\\nlies were swapped than any other part of the vessel.\\nHere it was that our never-to-be-forgotten glee club\\ndid its midnight howling, taking advantage of the\\nfact that our heavy boots had long since given way\\nto leggings that couldn t hurt much, anyhow, and\\nwere hardly worth the throwing, and here, too, did\\nthe sundry two or three gather together for the first\\nsmack of home in the shape of er er snifters.\\nA slight mishap, caused by the use of a whole bot-\\ntle of vinegar in mistake for vermouth, did a little", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0459.jp2"}, "460": {"fulltext": "3o8 History of Troop A\\nto disturb the hilarity of one occasion and make\\nFrank Morse sign the pledge, but on the whole the\\ndrinks served were generous in quantity and not so\\nunlike the real thing.\\nWhat bade fair to be our bulletin centre for the\\ndaily news was unfortunately nipped in the bud by\\nour commissary, who had probably had his special\\nlunch, that he had set aside for himself, stolen by\\none of his miserable, starving underlings.\\nSigns had already been displayed advertising the\\nwares for sale, and special instructions had been\\nposted not to speak to the cook when he was serv-\\ning mess, for he had work to do, and didn t give a\\ndamn in any case. A special brand of eggs, known\\nas the B. F. of that ilk, was recommended, and a\\nserial publication or was it a translation from the\\nGerman on the horror^of the war? was announced\\nat half rates, but that s as far as it went.\\nAdjoining our mess was the cock-pit, the scene of\\ndaily battles between two Puerto Rican gamers\\nbeing brought home by a couple of Battery men and\\nknown as the Playa Paralizer and the Tonce\\nPup, though ofttimes in the middle of the night\\nthere were other names they went by, and, alas! re-\\nsponded to.\\nThe finish of the Pup was sad very sad and\\ninstead of being down and out it was most de-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0460.jp2"}, "461": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0461.jp2"}, "462": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0462.jp2"}, "463": {"fulltext": "Ordered Home 309\\ncidedly down and in, for after a wildly exciting\\nrally one afternoon, in which the Paralizer was\\ngroggy and showed considerable punishment and\\nwhiteness of the feather, he suddenly came to life,\\ncrossing with his left and catching the Pup in the\\nsolar plexus, and with a most almighty sole, drove\\nhim clean overboard. Would that his victor had\\nplunged gallantly overboard to his assistance!\\nThere were other sporting events to take the\\nplace of the roosters, and a number of pesos changed\\nhands over the Bugle contest and the Stoking\\nsweepstakes. The former was the outcome of Cap-\\ntain Warburton s backing his Battery blower against\\nour Braithe, who after a spirited fight walked\\naway with first money.\\nThe Stoking Sweepstakes between Seymour\\nCromwell and George Newhall (a Battery man) on\\nthe one side, and Arthur Brown and Gus Wallace on\\nthe other, originated one night in the Chief Engi-\\nneer s room over the nuts and wine. We had only\\nbeen making 195 knots a day on ihe average up to\\nthen, and a guileless remark on the Big Sarge s\\npart, implying that it was a pity they didn t have a\\nfew cavalrymen do\\\\yn below pushing things along a\\nbit, brought an instant upturning of the nose from\\nanother of the party, and resulted in the match being\\nmade and brought about forthwith.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0463.jp2"}, "464": {"fulltext": "310 History of Troop A\\nEach man went below, stripped to his foolish\\nhide, and took his turn at the fiery furnace, and\\ndespite the almost herculean efforts of Cromwell,\\nWallace and Brown were declared the winners by\\nthe gauge and the chief engineer. Brown displaying\\na knowledge of the art which brought round after\\nround of applause from the professionals who looked\\non. The next day s run was 205 knots, and it is on\\nrecord that no such stoking has ever been seen this\\nside of the River Styx. For a quartet of run-down\\nsoldiers tO go below in a temperature of 99 degrees\\nfor a little over an hour and stoke with the necessary\\nstraining exertions, to the uninitiated is an evidence\\nof sportiness, and few would deny it.\\nSo much for the incidents of the voyage, few as\\nthey were. True, mention might be made of one\\ntrooper who, in absentmindedness, had the wrong\\ninitials tattooed on his arm, giving lifelong proof to\\nthe world that there once was a time at least when\\nhe fancied he was someone else. Then again, our\\nfirst acquaintance with Home, Boys, Home, or an\\nanalytical discussion on the ingredients of our mess\\nitself might be given but what s the use?\\nOn the 9th of September the weather turned\\nsomewhat colder, driving a few of the men below for\\nthe night, and on the loth we sighted Sandy Hook.\\nA tugful of Philadelphians was the first to come", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0464.jp2"}, "465": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0465.jp2"}, "466": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0466.jp2"}, "467": {"fulltext": "Ordered Home 311\\nalongside and enter the Bay with us, but it was not\\nlong afterward that the welcome view of our gallant\\nCaptain dawned upon us from another tug, and if\\never the troop gave three hearty cheers for any one\\nit gave them then. Nothing could have added so\\nmuch to our homecoming as the sight of Captain\\nBadgely well again after his attack of typhoid and\\nAlgerian fever, standing in front of the little pilot\\nhouse glad toi see us, and showing it; and the\\nthought that immediately struck us was shortly\\nafterward confirmed, that he was to head our parade\\nfrom the dock to the Armory from which we had\\nridden some four and a half months previously.\\nOwing to the scarcity of gang-planks and other\\ncauses of delay it was afternoon before we began to\\nunload, and four o clock before we boarded the ferry\\nfor New York City, where the Squadron, in their\\nclean full dress uniforms and how very clean they\\nlooked by comparison were awaiting us. To sat-\\nisfy an admiring and enthusiastic public, we marched\\ndown to the Battery, and thence via Broadway and\\nFifth Avenue to the Armory, where relatives and\\nfriends were assembled to welcome us home.\\nOn November 28, 1898, after a furlough, which\\nhad been given us on the loth of September, we", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0467.jp2"}, "468": {"fulltext": "312 History of Troop A\\nwere paid off and mustered out of Uncle Sam s ser-\\nvice, and Troop A, N.Y.C., U.S.V., passed into\\nhistory.\\nHome, boys, home, and its home you ought to be\\nHome, boys, home, in your own countree\\nWhere the ash and the oak and the bonny willow-tree.\\nThey all grow so pretty up in North Amerikee.\\nThe Cannoneer.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0468.jp2"}, "469": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0469.jp2"}, "470": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0470.jp2"}, "471": {"fulltext": "Commissions\\nEdward L. Patterson.\\nJust for a handful of silver he left us,\\nJust for a ribband to stick in his coat.\\nThe Lost Leader.\\nROOP A, N.G., N.Y.,\\nwas always spoken of as a\\nschool for officers. And\\nwhen its progeny, the\\nSquadron, was bred from\\nthe parent organization by\\nthe process of self-division,\\nwhich the study of microbes\\nand their domestic relations\\nhas made so familiar to all\\nwell informed people, the\\nsame expression continued to be used. Now and\\nthen some trooper, whose increasing prosperity and\\nbulk made the scissors and double-mounting\\nyearly more difficult, would accept a commission in\\nsome other National Guard organization. To the\\naverage Squadron man, however, the pomp and", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0471.jp2"}, "472": {"fulltext": "314 History of Troop A\\nvanity of a centurion of hoplites appealed but little;\\na lance corporal in the Squadron was a greater man\\nto him, and an artificer far more influential. His\\nardor for exercise, his love of a horse, and his devo-\\ntion to the gang, alike tended to keep him from\\nwandering from his cavalry associations. He would\\nrather shake down bedding on the picket-line of\\nGod s own people than dwell in the tents of the\\ndoughboys. But he cherished in his breast the com-\\nforting idea nay, the absolute conviction that if\\never a real war broke out in his time cavalry com-\\nmissions would come chasing him so rapidly that it\\nwould be undignified to run away.\\nWe had a number of illusions before the war, and\\nthat was one of them. Our much-abused War\\nDepartment dispelled this particular one with great\\npromptness. When the quota to be furnished by\\nthe several States on the first call for volunteers were\\nannounced, great was our surprise to see that New\\nYork hadn t been called on for a cavalry brigade,\\nnor a regiment. The Government didn t even want\\nall the officers and men of the State s mounted\\nforces who had been settling their business and\\nsaying good-by to their best girls. It was a dread-\\nful shock, but we gave Uncle Sam what he asked\\nfor, and let it go at that.\\nWe had ample opportunity for observing the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0472.jp2"}, "473": {"fulltext": "Commissions 315\\nbreed of officer that the New York Guard turns out\\nwhile at Camp Black. There were many Generals\\nbivouacked at the Garden City Hotel, who came out\\nto camp to lunch sometimes, when it didn t rain\\ntoo hard, and each of whom had a gaudy retinue of\\nMajors and sich, mainly recruited from privates\\nof the Seventh Regiment and subalterns of the\\nTwelfth. They honored us frequently with their\\npresence, generally bringing some of our fair friends\\nalong. We weren t uncharitable enough to suspect\\nthem of attempting to accentuate the contrast be-\\ntween their dapper countenances and neatly fitting\\nuniforms and our sprouting whiskers and garments\\ndecorated with metal polish. It is comforting to\\nchronicle that it didn t seem to work, if they did.\\nAfter a seeming eternity of three whole weeks, we\\nexchanged the ceaseless downpour and wintry\\nblasts of Black for the drought, dust and torrid\\nheat of Alger. We lost one man by the wayside\\nthe lightning of promotion struck him just before\\nwe were mustered in but we got another in his\\nplace, and started southward with full ranks. On\\nthe way down we heard of another impending loss\\nin the person of our commissary sergeant, who was\\nwanted as an expert balloonist. We were sorry to\\nhave him go he was a splendid rustler, and we\\ndidn t know how he would pan out as an aeronaut.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0473.jp2"}, "474": {"fulltext": "3i6 History of Troop A\\nOn arrival at Camp Alger the draft upon our\\nnumbers continued. The proximity of the camp to\\nthe National Capital, whence all military and other\\nofficial blessings flow, contributed greatly to this\\nresult. Many of the troopers knew Senators and\\nother persons in authority and having influence,\\nwho put ideas into their heads. The relatives of\\nmany men secured commissions for them and\\nbrought the strongest kind of pressure to make\\nthem accept. There were lots of officers at Camp Al-\\nger, as at Camp Black, whom the men knew; some\\nof whom they liked and some they didn t. Certain of\\nthe former used to come over and see us sometimes.\\nThey probably worked as many hours a day as we\\ndid, or more, but somebody else kept their clothes\\nin order for them, and they didn t show it the same\\nway. As regards those in the latter category, when\\none has been accustomed to regard a man as an\\ninferior the reflection that the positions are\\nreversed by the strongest kind of sanction is not a\\nsoothing one. Then there was the daily growing\\nbelief that the troop was never going to get any\\nnearer that mysterious and ill-located region\\nknown in the debates of the War Club as THE\\nFRONT that we weren t needed there, and that\\nsome malign influence was working on the President\\nto keep us at home. This generated a restlessness", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0474.jp2"}, "475": {"fulltext": "I", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0475.jp2"}, "476": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0476.jp2"}, "477": {"fulltext": "Commissions 317\\nthat nearly drove us to frenzy when we learned of\\nthe Santiago expedition having left Tampa, of the\\nlanding at Daiquiri, and finally of Guasimas, and the\\nfact that Arthur Cosby, for whom we hadn t a va-\\ncancy, and who had accordingly joined the Rough\\nRiders, had been in that fight. Instead of which\\nthere was the terrible heat, the unceasing round\\nof guard, orderly, messenger-boy and provost work\\nthat headquarters exacted of us, and the strain on\\nthe men s tempers that necessarily ensued. The men\\nof Troop A were loyal, but human; many bark-\\nened to the voice of the charmer, and it is probable,\\nif the secrets of all men s hearts were revealed, that\\nthere would have been others if the troop hadn t\\nbeen ordered to Puerto Rico.\\nThe parting was a hard one, though, in nearly all\\ncases, if not in all, both for those who left and those\\nwho were left. Nobody who had lived for two\\nmonths with that crowd, in an intimacy such as a\\nman who hasn t had a similar experience cannot\\nimagine, could leave them for the society of stran-\\ngers without a sinking of the heart, however great\\nhis momentary irritation at the situation or at in-\\ndividuals, or his elation at his increased importance\\nand adventurous prospects. Most of those who left\\nescaped from camp as quietly as possible, choosing\\na time when the men were at drill or on other duty,", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0477.jp2"}, "478": {"fulltext": "3l8 History of Troop A\\nand leaving a general farewell for distribution by\\nsome tentmate. The remaining faithful would con-\\ntinue the daily routine, perhaps sighing niHdly and\\nremarking, Well, wonder who s next! After a\\nwhile every man suspected his neighbor, even the\\npartner of his bosom. No one knew when the cere-\\nmony of Washington s farewell to his generals\\nwould be enacted in his squad, with his bunkie as\\nG. W. And when a man s father or other near rela-\\ntive appeared in camp, everybody in his mind sadly\\nmarked him off the roster, Discharged, by reason\\nof promotion.\\nMost of the departing ones rushed wildly about\\nWashington in the heat for a few days, getting fitted\\nout with new uniforms officers fatigue only; but\\nhow gorgeous as compared to the working jeans\\nof a trooper! and other articles of more or less util-\\nity in the field. At other times they would haunt the\\nWar Department end of the big Triune Build-\\ning, trying to hasten their commissions and orders,\\nand gaining their first experience of how to steer\\namid the snags and eddies of military channels.\\nFinally, however, they would vanish, departing each\\nfor his own place Tampa, Chickamauga or Peeks-\\nkill and the troopers detailed for special duty at\\nChamberlin s or the Arlington would see them no\\nmore.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0478.jp2"}, "479": {"fulltext": "Commissions 319\\nNineteen men in all were commissioned out of\\nthe troop, not one of whom, by the way, got into\\nany cavalry organization, regular or volunteer, dur-\\ning the war. Six men received appointments as\\nsecond lieutenants in the regular army, five of whom\\nwere originally assigned to the artillery, but all but\\none secured transfers to the infantry, as promising\\na better prospect for foreign service. Of the volun-\\nteer appointments, five were in the general staff\\ndepartments, three in the Signal Corps, three in\\nthe Engineers, and the other two in state infantry\\nregiments. Only two of the eight who received\\nline commissions in the volunteers ever served with\\ntheir regiments, all the others having staff assign-\\nments.\\nThe first break, as stated above, came before the\\ntroop had even been mustered into the United\\nStates service. On the night of May i8th, four un-\\nfortunates were seated in the boarded shed that\\nserved as the of^ce of the Mustering Ofificer,\\nlaboriously filling out upon the muster-rolls the\\nages, places of birth and color of hair and eyes of the\\ntroopers, whether single or married, and other par-\\nticulars deemed material for identification in their\\nsubsequent condition of servitude. Having finally\\nwaded through the list of of^cers, sergeants, cor-\\nporals, trumpeters, farriers, etc., they were starting", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0479.jp2"}, "480": {"fulltext": "320 History of Troop A\\nupon the plain privates, and had nearly reached\\nBreckenridg e, John C, when that individual\\nappeared with an order from Captain Badgley to\\nleave his name off the roll for the present. The ex-\\nplanation appeared in the next morning s papers, in\\nthe daily list of army appointments: To be Captain\\nand Assistant Quartermaster, John C. Brecken-\\nridge, of New York\\nBreck in due course of time reached Chicka-\\nmauga Park, and was assigned to Major-General\\nJames H. Wilson, commanding the First Division,\\nFirst Army Corps, and served under him as aide-de-\\ncamp, and thereafter as Chief Quartermaster of\\nDivision. In the latter capacity he accompanied the\\nPuerto Rico expedition, landing at Ponce on July\\n26th. General Wilson was placed in command of\\nthe district, and Breck s working hours were long\\nand his labors arduous, but his constitution and\\ntemper were equal to the occasion. Often Breck\\nhas been seen standing in front of the old Custom\\nHouse at the Playa, about which the military world\\nof Puerto Rico revolved in those days^ while\\nsuperiors raved and subordinates pleaded. But\\nBreck never turned a hair; promised everything,\\nas a good quartermaster should, and never let any-\\nthing bother him, to outward appearance at least,\\nbut always had time to help out somebody else, who", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0480.jp2"}, "481": {"fulltext": "Commissions 32 1\\ndidn t know exactly what he wanted or how to\\nget it.\\nCaptain Breckenridge accompanied General Wil-\\nson s column to Coamo, and was the first man to\\nenter that town upon the attack and capture of the\\n9th of August, which goes to show that a quarter-\\nmaster s duties do not necessarily confine him to the\\nrear and the baggage column when something in-\\nteresting is forward. He returned to the United\\nStates with General Wilson in September, and was\\nhonorably discharged November 30th, 1898.\\nSergeant Charles Edward Pellew, our highly\\nesteemed acting commissary sergeant, was the next\\nman to get in the way of a commission. We learned\\non the way down to Dunn Loring that we were to\\nlose him, and the news didn t tend especially to\\nenliven a journey that was dreary enough from\\nother causes. Pellew was commissioned First Lieu-\\ntenant in the United States Volunteer Signal Corps,\\nand was ordered to Tampa, but did not have the for-\\ntune to get off on either the Santiago or Puerto Rico\\nexpedition. He was finally ordered to Santiago in the\\nearly part of August, and was the only man on board\\nof the transport (the Port Victor who set foot on\\nCuban soil. His stay there was short, General\\nShafter himself, with the genial suavity which that\\nofficer s name invariably suggests, recommending\\nr\\nk", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0481.jp2"}, "482": {"fulltext": "322 History of Troop A\\nhim to leave the island. He proceeded to Camp\\nWikoff, Montauk Point, and resigned from the ser-\\nvice after a short period there. There is no truth\\nin the report that he advised and superintended the\\nraising of the celebrated balloon at El Pozo on the\\nmorning of July ist.\\nWe had been but a few days at Alger not long\\nenough, in fact, to have made any serious im-\\npression upon the brush-covered furrows of the\\nploughed field where they camped us when it\\nbecame noised about that two more men had the\\nsame complaint Privates McKee Dunn McKee\\nand Frank L. Polk. McKee s home was in Wash-\\nington, and his family of credit and renown in the\\ncountryside even the railway station where we had\\ndisembarked, Dunn Loring, was a connection of\\nhis. As for Polk, the crowned heads at Washington\\nnaturally fell all over themselves to do him honor,\\nand two prominent Senators secured him a cap-\\ntaincy and fired it at him before he knew what was\\ngoing on he said so himself. While McKee was\\nmeditating on whether or not he would leave, an\\norder from the War Department arrived directing\\nhis discharge, and thereby saved him the respon-\\nsibility and anguish of the decision. He was com-\\nmissioned Second Lieutenant in the United States\\nVolunteer Signal Corps, and assigned as aide-de-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0482.jp2"}, "483": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0483.jp2"}, "484": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0484.jp2"}, "485": {"fulltext": "Commissions 323\\ncamp to Brigadier General Wallace F. Randolph,\\nU.S. v., commanding the light artillery brigade.\\nReporting at Tampa on June 19th, he accompanied\\nhis chief to Cuba, sailing on the transport\\nComanche July 3rd, and landing at Daiquiri the\\ni6th. He remained in camp near Santiago until\\nGeneral Randolph s departure for Montauk, which\\ntook place August 17th; and, after a week s stay at\\nCamp Wikoff was granted leave, which continued\\nuntil his final discharge from the service, December\\n8th.\\nMcKee was present during the most trying time\\nof the Fifth Army Corps occupation, when over half\\nof that command was constantly on sick report,\\nand sometimes eighty per cent, of the remainder\\nought to have been, and there is no doubt that he\\nbore himself nobly through those dark times, when\\nfever held undisputed sway over our forces, with no\\nexcitement of conflict to keep up men s hearts. But\\nhe is too modest to tell of it, and there was no one\\nelse there to chronicle his deeds. It is evident,\\nhowever, that he quickly acquired the ways of the\\nmilitary profession. One of the other men, who\\nhappened to board the Comanche only two days\\nafter Dunn had left it, inquired about him of the\\nAdjutant of the battalion to which General Ran-\\ndolph s brigade had suddenly become reduced by", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0485.jp2"}, "486": {"fulltext": "324 History of Troop A\\nthe landing of headquarters and two batteries. This\\nofficer immediately broke out into a flow of\\nlanguage in which wrath and admiration were\\nstrangely blended; it transpiring that Lieutenant\\nMcKee, having drawn no tent of his own, and hav-\\ning a commendable disinclination to being left shel-\\nterless in the somewhat moist climate of Cuba, had\\nappropriated the Adjutant s when he went up to\\nthe lines. It was conceded on all sides that the\\nyoung volunteer officer was certainly learning the\\ngame.\\nPolk was commissioned Captain and Assistant\\nQuartermaster of Volunteers, and assigned in due\\ncourse to the First Brigade, First Division, First\\nArmy Corps, commanded by Brigadier-General\\nOswald H. Ernst. He joined at Camp Thomas,\\nChickamauga, and accompanied General Ernst to\\nPuerto Rico, landing at Ponce and participating in\\nthe engagements about Coamo. Polk was rated as\\na most efficient man in his department, and his\\ncharitable disposition was never more clearly\\nmanifested than in breaking camp at Ponce, when\\nhe generously abandoned most of his forage in\\nfavor of those who were more in need of that very\\nscarce commodity none could have needed it\\nworse than the outfit that succeeded to it, at any\\nrate. His method of loading his wagons on the", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0486.jp2"}, "487": {"fulltext": "Commissions 325\\nsame occasion, with the tent-poles and other heavy\\narticles on top, also won expressions of wonder from\\nobserving bystanders, several regular officers of\\nlong service on the plains remarking that they had\\nnever in all their experience even thought of loading\\nwagons that way. Captain Polk returned to the\\nUnited States when his chief did, and subsequently\\ntendered his resignation. Its acceptance was de-\\nlayed for some time by reason of a shortage of forty\\nundershirts in his accounts, but the deficiency hav-\\ning been satisfactorily explained the gallant Captain\\nreturned to civil life, and the service lost a good\\nofficer. He was discharged November 30th,\\n1898.\\nThe next man to withdraw the light of his coun-\\ntenance from our troop street, now beginning to\\nlose somewhat its resemblance to a series of parallel\\nmountain ranges, was Private William Silas White-\\nhead, Jr., of Tent 9, whose many wise sayings,\\ncouched in men-y guise, had contributed in such\\nlarge measure to the attractiveness of the hospitality\\ndispensed so generously by its occupants. He was\\ncommissioned Second Lieutenant in the Third\\nUnited States Volunteer Engineers, and assigned\\nas aide-de-camp to Brigadier- General A. C. M.\\nPennington, U.S.V. This assignment gave him an-\\nother week at Camp Black. General Pennington", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0487.jp2"}, "488": {"fulltext": "326 History of Troop A\\nwas soon afterward ordered to command the De-\\npartment of the Gulf, with headquarters at Atlanta,\\nGa., which gave Bill Silas another opportunity of\\nrevisiting the scenes of former victories, at the Ara-\\ngon and the Capitol City Club. He served as engi-\\nneer ofificer of the department and aide-de-camp\\nuntil his departure for home, November 6th, and\\nwas discharged November loth.\\nPrivate Allan Appleton Robbins was appointed\\nand commissioned First Lieutenant in the First\\nUnited States Volunteer Engineers shortly after-\\nward. His first service with his new organization\\nwas at the old New York State camp at Peekskill,\\nso closely associated in the minds of all National\\nGuardsmen of the Empire State with all that par-\\ntakes of pageantry and hilarity in military affairs.\\nThe regiment sailed away to Puerto Rico in the\\nearly part of August, and its officers created a great\\nsensation when they began to frequent the Hotel\\nFrancais by their new uniforms and caps among\\nthose who had been in the field longer andWhose\\nwardrobes showed it. Lieutenant Robbins assisted\\nin repairing the bridges near Aibonito, blown up by\\nthe Spaniards, and remained in the island until his\\nfamily organized an expedition of their own,\\nswooped down upon him, and carried him home in\\ntriumph. Pie then applied for and received an hon-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0488.jp2"}, "489": {"fulltext": "Commissions 327\\norable discharge. The separation from Baby\\nthat service in a foot regiment entailed was a severe\\nblow, although a report that he commanded his\\ncompany from the tail of an ambulance on the\\nmarch shows that the effect of his cavalry training\\nsurvived.\\nThe ruthless government now began to make\\nlarge drafts on our devoted band, eight men being\\nrequisitioned in a week or less. A batch of second\\nlieutenancies in the regular army was passed around\\nand we lost a sergeant, three corporals and two\\nprivates. Some of these we had anticipated losing,\\nbut some were surprises. One of the latter was\\ngallant enough to insist that he had no idea even\\nhow he came to be appointed, though others\\nthought they could guess. They spent some weeks\\nor so going back to their school-days in preparation\\nfor examinations physical, mental and moral\\nand all passed. There being no vacancies in the\\ncavalry, the arm to which they naturally inclined,\\nfive of them finally elected to go into the infantry,\\nand were accordingly assigned: Corporal Edwin C.\\nHoyt and Private James M. A Darrach to the\\nEleventh, Sergeant Alfred B. Maclay and Corporal\\nG. Beekman Hoppin to the Fifth, and Private\\nCharles R. Hickox, Jr., to the Second. Corporal\\nC. Sidney Haight went to the Fourth Artillery.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0489.jp2"}, "490": {"fulltext": "328 History of Troop A\\nHoyt and Darrach were in company throughout.\\nTheir regiment having been ordered from Tampa\\nto Puerto Rico, they got on board the U. S. S. St.\\nPaul, at Newport News, on which vessel were Brig-\\nadier-General Peter C. Hains, U.S. V., and staff, with\\na portion of his brigade. On arrival at Ponce General\\nHains was ordered to proceed to Arroyo and join\\nGeneral Brooke. Hoyt and Darrach, having learned\\nthat the Eleventh Infantry had not yet arrived,\\nsought his advice, with the result that he procured\\nthem to be attached to his staff. They landed at\\nArroyo, and were present at the fight on the road to\\nGuayama and the entrance into that town, as well\\nas in the subsequent operations of General Brooke s\\ncolumn. They were of the few of the Troop A\\nmen who ever got into action; and they handled\\nthemselves, according to the unanimous testimony\\nof eye-witnesses, as we all think we should have\\ndone if we had had an opportunity, and all of their\\nold comrades are proud of them. Both returned\\nwith General Hains to the United States in Septem-\\nber as casually as they had gone to Puerto Rico, and\\nshortly afterward resigned, never having seen the\\nregiment they were assigned to.\\nHoppin and Maclay reported to the Fifth Infan-\\ntry at Tampa. This regiment was a part of General\\nSchwan s brigade, and, like the rest of that com-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0490.jp2"}, "491": {"fulltext": "Commissions 329\\nmand, was originally destined for Puerto Rico, but\\nwas switched off and sent to Santiago instead. Mac-\\nlay did not accompany them, however, as he had\\nthe grievous misfortune of losing his father while at\\nTampa, which compelled him to resign from the\\narmy. Hoppin left Tampa for Santiago on August\\n19th, and acted as quartermaster and commissary\\nof the transport Knickerbocker on the voyage,\\nwhich terminated on the 28th. They brought four\\ncases of yellow fever to Cuba with them, contrary to\\nthe usual course of business in that line, which gave\\nthem two weeks in an isolation camp. Beekman is\\nanother of these modest men from whom it is impos-\\nsible to get particulars, but those who know him\\nand have read Mr. Kipling s Only a Subaltern can\\npaint their own pictures of Lieutenant Hoppin in\\ncommand of Company G, and draw their own\\nconclusions as to whether he was equal to the situa-\\ntion. The regiment, after the expiration of its quar-\\nantine, was fully occupied with the care of garrison-\\ning Santiago and more sickness, until the dry season\\nbrought relief, when Hoppin resigned and came\\nhome. One of his achievements was the discovery\\nof a Spanish gun that the whole of Lawton s division\\ncouldn t locate during the investment of the town,\\naccording to the story, although they had ample\\nreason to know it was somewhere about. While\\nffi:-.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0491.jp2"}, "492": {"fulltext": "330 History of Troop A\\nriding one morning, his attention was called to a\\ntrench on the hillside, which, on further investiga-\\ntion, disclosed the Spanish field-piece in question,\\nwith a quantity of ammunition, which had been\\nabandoned along with the gun.\\nCharles R. Hickox, Jr., was assigned to the Sec-\\nond Infantry, and joined his regiment at Santiago,\\nJuly 31st, shortly before it came home to Montauk.\\nHe soon afterward tendered his resignation, and it\\nwas accepted in time for him to spend a pleasan.t\\nvacation of some seven weeks in Roosevelt Hospital\\nas a typhoid patient.\\nCharles Sidney Haight, who was assigned to the\\nFourth Artillery, is the only one of our half dozen\\nregulars who still wears the uniform of old Uncle\\nSam. He reported at Tampa for duty with the siege\\ntrain designed to batter the walls of San Juan de\\nPuerto Rico about the heads of the Dons, but those\\ncrafty persons heard about it in some way and\\nspared us the trouble. So Sidney s battery was\\nordered to return to Fort McHenry, Maryland. He\\neffected an exchange into the Fourth Cavalry, and\\nwent to Manila. His anguish and disappointment\\nat missing the Puerto Rico expedition may be\\ngathered from the following composition by his\\nfacile pen, written on the spot that inspired the au-\\nthor of The Star-Spangled Banner.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0492.jp2"}, "493": {"fulltext": "Commissions 33 1\\nAlas for soldier, alas for maid,\\nAlas for those who at Tampa stayed\\nAlas for those for warfare wishing,\\nBut always, alack, delay in transmission\\nFor of all sad words of tongue or typewriter\\nThe saddest are these I m an unfought fighter.\\nPrivate Francis Burton Harrison was another of\\nthe men who had no idea whatever that the Govern-\\nment was wishful to thrust honor upon them. This\\nappears from an assertion of his own made on a prac-\\ntice march from Camp Alger, only fifteen minutes\\nbefore the morning newspapers arrived containing\\nthe announcement that his nomination to be Cap-\\ntain and Assistant Adjutant General had gone to\\nthe Senate. He left Washington for Chickamauga\\non the night of July 5th, with little conception of\\nthe duties of his new position, be it said; but there\\nis abundance of testimony from the highest author-\\nity that he knew pretty much all about them long\\nbefore his resignation was handed in and accepted.\\nHe was assigned on arrival at Camp Thomas to the\\nSecond Brigade, First Division, Third Army Corps,\\nand remained on that duty until the Third Corps\\nwas merged into the Fourth, under command of\\nMajor-General Joseph Wheeler, U.S.V., October\\n14th. Then he was assigned to the First Brigade,\\nSecond Division of that corps, commanded by\\nBrigadier-General G. S. Carpenter, who, as Lieuten-", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0493.jp2"}, "494": {"fulltext": "332 History of Troop A\\nant-Colonel of the Seventh Infantry, was prominent\\nin the capture of Caney. On September 4th his\\ncommand had been moved to Anniston, Ala., where\\nhe remained until his return home and resignation,\\nJanuary 31st, 1899.\\nWhile Harrison didn t get out of the United\\nStates at all, he came nearer on several occasions to\\nbeing shot than many people who did, as some of\\nthe troops at Anniston, having come out to fight\\nand finding no Spaniards convenient, showed a ten-\\ndency at times to mix it up with each other. Bullets\\noccasionally came near enough to his tent to make\\nthe situation highly realistic, and some miscreant\\ncelebrated Thanksgiving Day by shooting his clerk\\nthrough the heart from behind.\\nPrivate Townsend Lawrence was commissioned\\nFirst Lieutenant in the Second United States Vol-\\nunteer Engineers at about the same time that Rob-\\nbins, Harrison and the regular contingent forsook\\nus, and was assigned as aide-de-camp to General\\nErnst, where he had Captain Frank Polk as a tent-\\nmate. Lieutenant Lawrence received his commis-\\nsion and orders about the time that General Ernst s\\nbrigade was moved to Charleston to embark for\\nPuerto Rico, and, after going all the way to Chicka-\\nmauga only to find the command gone, finally\\ncaught up with it at tidewater. Like Breckenridge", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0494.jp2"}, "495": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0495.jp2"}, "496": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0496.jp2"}, "497": {"fulltext": "Commissions 333\\nand Polk, he landed at Ponce, spent about ten days\\nin camp there, accompanied General Wilson s col-\\numn to Coamo, and had an excellent view of the\\nactions about that town and in front of Aibonito.\\nLack of space alone prevents our giving in full his\\nmost excellent and interesting description of the\\noperations of this column. On the 14th of August,\\nthe day after the news of the Protocol arrived, he\\nhad a further notable experience in being sent into\\nthe enemy s lines with a flag of truce, thus being\\nthe first man on the American side to see the cele-\\nbrated Aibonito position, with its mined bridge and\\nthe intrenchments commanding every foot of road.\\nThen followed six long weary weeks of rain, with\\nthe sick report of the brigade touching the forty\\nper cent, mark constantly, when orders to advance\\nto San Juan came. Headquarters had reached\\nCayey, thirty-six miles from San Juan, when a tele-\\ngram came recalling the brigade to Ponce, whence\\nthey were brought home.\\nIn December General Ernst was assigned to the\\nstafif of Major-General Brooke, Military Governor\\nof the Island of Cuba, as Inspector-General, and\\nsailed early in January, taking Lawrence with him\\nas his personal aid. He returned in April, and was\\nmustered out with his regiment at Augusta, Ga.,\\nMay 26th, 1899.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0497.jp2"}, "498": {"fulltext": "334 History of Troop A\\nSergeant Edward Liddon Patterson, on the even-\\ning of July 1st, was sitting in front of the guard\\ntent smoking a cigar and trying to think how he\\ncame to be short a horse in his count, when a tele-\\ngram was handed him requesting his attendance in\\nWashington the next morning. Having secured a\\npass and gone into town accordingly, he was in-\\nformed that he could have a commission in one of\\nthe New York volunteer regiments about to be\\nrecruited under the second call; also that Brigadier-\\nGeneral Guy V. Henry, U.S.V., was under orders to\\nproceed to Santiago and would take him along if he\\ncould get ready to sail on the 5th. The time seemed\\nrather short, but by a combination of good luck and\\ndesperate persistence and the fortunate postpone-\\nment of General Henry s departure for one day, he\\nwas mustered in as First Lieutenant of the 201st\\nNew York, and sailed from New York on the U. S.\\nS. St. Paul, Captain Sigsbee, on the evening of\\nJuly 6th, arriving at Siboney and landing there on\\nthe loth.\\nHis campaign outfit consisted principally of a\\nglaringly new Khaki uniform and an unfaltering\\ntrust that tentage and food would come somehow,\\nwhich was fortunately realized. The last firing in\\nthe trenches was on the morning of the nth, just\\na few hours before Patterson ascended the San Juan", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0498.jp2"}, "499": {"fulltext": "Commissions 335\\nhill and surveyed the lines. After four days on\\nshore, with two or three different orders every day\\n(showing that the use of the good old command,\\nAs you were is not restricted to the volunteer\\narmy), General Henry and staff were ordered on\\nboard a transport, to make a landing with two regi-\\nments of infantry, not yet disembarked, to the west\\nof the harbor and attack the Socapa battery and the\\nother defences on that side. On the day fixed, hov-\\never, Santiago capitulated, and General Henry, be-\\ning exceedingly wise in his generation, instead of\\nrushing wildly back on shore to attend the ceremony\\nof surrender, remained on board ship, and thereby\\ncontrived to get off with the Puerto Rico expedi-\\ntion. The latter sailed from Guantanamo July 21st,\\nand arrived at Guanica on the 25th, where Henry s\\nProvisional Division were landed on that and the\\nfollowing days. Ponce having surrendered to an-\\nother expedition, General Henry w^as ordered to\\nmove on to that city, where Patterson experienced\\nthe happiest moment of his life when he met Sey-\\nmour Cromwell and his squad on the road to the\\nPlaya. From Ponce Henry s Column moved north-\\nwardly on Arecibo, by Adjuntas and Utuado, and\\nhad just reached the latter place, within striking\\ndistance of the enemy, when the news of the Pro-\\ntocol overtook them. Shortly afterward Lieutenant", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0499.jp2"}, "500": {"fulltext": "33^ History of Troop A\\nPatterson returned home, joined his regiment for a\\nfew minutes, and was discharged from the United\\nStates service October I2th.\\nPrivate Edwin Olaf Holter s narrative is tersely\\nrelated by himself as follows During the first week\\nin July, I left the troop, and after nervously watch-\\ning the tape (red) in Washington for about a week,\\nI obtained a commission as Second Lieutenant,\\nUnited States Volunteer Signal Corps. At the re-\\nquest of Brigadier-General Adelbert Ames, of Mas-\\nsachusetts, I was assigned to duty as aide on his\\nstafif. The Assistant Adjutant -General, unable to\\nlonger resist, by reason of frequent personal visits\\nfrom myself and friends, gave me an order to re-\\nport at Santiago de Cuba by the first ship leaving\\nCharleston or Newport News, Va. After buying\\nout a tailor shop and brass factory in Washington, I\\nhastened to Charleston to catch the steamer Grand\\nDuchess, but her sailing orders were suddenly\\ncountermanded and I returned, after a very hot trip,\\nto Newport News. After waiting nearly a week\\nlonger in daily expectation of getting away, I re-\\nceived further orders to go to New York and take\\nthe steamship Olivette, sailing about July 20th.\\nMeanwhile Santiago had surrendered, but my sail-\\ning orders remained in full force. Leaving New\\nYork, in company with numerous second lieuten-", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0500.jp2"}, "501": {"fulltext": "Commissions 007\\nants, contract doctors and military derelicts, I set\\nsail for Santiago. After rather a miserable trip of\\nsix days on the Olivette/ which was under the\\ncommand of a military doctor, and which, I under-\\nstand, gracefully sank on the next voyage, we\\nreached the scene of the recent combat. Upon ar-\\nriving I found the fever at its full height, and the\\narmy in a pitiful condition, owing to sickness and\\nconsequent scarcity of men and supplies. I sub-\\nsidized a Cuban hack and reported to General Ames,\\nwho was camped four miles outside of Santiago, in\\ncommand of the Third Brigade [Kent s Division],\\nconsisting of the Ninth, Thirteenth and Twenty-\\nfourth Infantry. My military duties consisted of\\nlight family aiding, and were speedily cut short by\\nthe very welcome order which arrived about August\\n7th for our brigade to march on board the Vigi-\\nlancia and sail for Montauk Point. We had a great\\nmany sick, and had some difficulty in getting them\\non board, but finally the Vigilancia set sail, and\\nwe sailed out of Santiago to the tune of Home.\\nSweet Home, played by about one per cent, of the\\nregimental band, who were the only ones able to\\ndo duty. We arrived at Montauk Point for a final\\nstruggle for existence with United States commis-\\nsaries on or about August 14th. In the middle of\\nL", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0501.jp2"}, "502": {"fulltext": "338 History of Troop A\\nSeptember I handed in my resignation. I received\\nmy discharge November 9th.\\nPrivate Ervin Wardman was commissioned First\\nLieutenant in the 202d New York Volunteer In-\\nfantry on July 22d, and assigned as aide-de-camp to\\nMajor-General Brooke, with whom he sailed from\\nNewport News for Puerto Rico on the U. S. S. St.\\nLouis on July 28th. He was among the first to\\nland at Arroyo with the Brooke expedition, but\\nmissed the capture of Guayama through having been\\nsent back to Ponce to hurry the cavalry assigned\\nto General Brooke s command. He got under fire,\\nhowever, on the occasion of a reconnaissance by\\nColonel Coit, of the Fourth Ohio, some days after-\\nward, and conducted himself with distinguished\\ngallantry, although he modestly disclaims credit\\nfor much of the part in the afifair attributed to\\nhim by the press reports. He is warm in his praise\\nof the conduct of Lieutenants Darrach and Hoyt\\nduring the operations about Guayama and toward\\nCayey. Subsequently he accompanied General\\nBrooke and the other Peace Commissioners for\\nPuerto Rico to San Juan, sailed from there on the\\nU. S. cruiser Cincinnati to St. Thomas, and took\\nsteamer thence to New York, resigning his com-\\nmission October 15th, 1898.\\nPrivate Nathan M. Flower obtained a commission", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0502.jp2"}, "503": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0503.jp2"}, "504": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0504.jp2"}, "505": {"fulltext": "Commissions ooq\\nas Captain and Quartermaster, and turned up in\\nPonce like almost everybody else in course of time.\\nHe was about to start for Arroyo in plenary com-\\nmand of two transports when some envious fate\\ncaused him to fall down a hatch and break an arm\\nand two ribs\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the only member of Troop A who\\nwas wounded in the war! This, of course, neces-\\nsitated his being invalided home, and he soon after-\\nward resigned. The untimely end of his military\\ncareer was most regrettable, as he undoubtedly had\\na great future before him. He was the sweetest little\\nCaptain of the whole lot; even Frank Harrison\\ndidn t look any prettier in his uniform.\\nLast of the list of those who left is Private Will-\\niam Williams, who was appointed Major and Com-\\nmissary of Subsistence, United States Volunteers,\\nJuly 20th, 1898. After a few days at Newport News\\nhe was ordered to New York to prepare the trans-\\nport Chester for sea and take charge of her on\\nthe voyage to Ponce, whither she was destined to\\ncarry the First Volunteer Engineers. It was while\\nhe was occupied in this duty that Wall Street was\\nthrown into a panic by the clash of arms, and pre-\\nparations were being made to defend the Sub-Treas-\\nury to the last rampart of silver dollars, when it was\\ndiscovered that the commander of the raiders was\\narmed with a warrant for the specie he demanded,", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0505.jp2"}, "506": {"fulltext": "340 History of Troop A\\nand merely held the other force in reserve in case\\nthe custodian of the Government funds refused to\\nhonor it. Shortly after his arrival at Ponce, Williams\\nwas detailed as Chief Commissary in place of Major\\nBlack, of General Miles s staff. He turned to and\\ndischarged the very onerous and responsible duties\\nof the position in a most exemplary manner, until\\nordered to return to New York in charge of the\\nChester, about September ist. Upon his return he\\nwas attacked by typhoid fever, and went on sick\\nleave to Europe to recover from its efifects. Williams\\nwas peculiarly fitted by his energy, conscientiousness\\nand business experience for the position he filled, and\\nin his knowledge of matters pertaining to water\\ntransportation he outclassed many regular officers\\nin the Quartermaster s and Commissary Depart-\\nments. His resignation was accepted March 12th,\\n1899.\\nIn conclusion, it may be said, without fear of\\ncontradiction, that while none of the men who\\nleft Troop A and accepted commissions attained\\nto high command or achieved especial distinction,\\ntheir record is a good one, and their comrades have\\nevery reason to feel gratified with it. And, on the\\nother hand. Troop *A s graduates, if they may be\\nso termed, should, and do, feel proud of and grateful\\nfor their connection with it. The fact of having", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0506.jp2"}, "507": {"fulltext": "Commissions 04 1\\nbeen a member of the New York Troop was a pass-\\nport with army men everywhere, and caused officers\\nto show much more interest in one of our men than\\nthey would have taken in the average volunteer or\\nfresh caught. And the feeHng that the departing\\nones had that, while separated from their former\\nassociations, they none the less held the honor of\\nTroop A in their hands equally with their old\\ncomrades in the ranks, did much to make them the\\nsuccesses that they were in their new fields of user\\nfulness.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0507.jp2"}, "508": {"fulltext": "Hn nn)emoriam\\npbilip IReMncjton fIDubge Ibll^rctb\\nBorn at Flushing, N. Y., November 20, 1873\\nDied at New York City, October 27, 1898\\nThe joy felt by the Troop at their home-coming\\nwith unbroken ranks was rudely dispelled by the\\nsudden and unexpected death of Private Hildreth.\\nHe had been a member of the squadron but a\\nvery short time when Troop A went to Camp\\nBlack, and was personally known to but few of his\\nfuture comrades. But, under the conditions of\\ncamp life, a brief period suffices to reveal the stuff\\nof which a man is made; and really to know Phil\\nHildreth was to love him. He was an earnest and\\nseemingly tireless worker, thoroughly imbued with\\na soldierly spirit, unselfish and conscientious to a\\ndegree. His most conspicuous characteristic was\\nhis unvarying cheerfulness, which was such as to\\nmake almost incomprehensible the melancholy that\\nsettled upon him from the fever he contracted dur-\\ning the campaign, and in the delirium of which the\\nend came.\\nTaps never sounded over the grave of a more\\nloyal heart, and none of those who fell in the ex-\\ncitement of battle gave their lives for the flag more\\ntruly than did dear old Phil.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0508.jp2"}, "509": {"fulltext": "Muster-Out Roll\\n{First date after name is joined or enrolled. D. S. denotes\\ndetached service.\\nAltr ^vrT r Sick in Camp\\nft ft\\\\T y- ^\u00c2\u00b0^^d to hospital\\natFt.Myer,June i, 1898. Left hospital July 23 on sick\\nleave of absence for two months. Reported for duty Sept 8\\nResumed command of Troop Sept. 10 on return from P r\\nFtrst Lieutenant Frederic R. Coudert, Jr.. May 2. 1803\\nIn command of Troop June i-Sept. 10. Adjutant oi\\nSquadron formed of Troops A and C, May 27-Auff\\ni% ov\\\\ contracted in line of duty. Sept\\nSecond Lieutenant ]os^^^ S. Frelinghuysen. May 2. 1808\\nOrdnance officer of Squadron June i-Aug. 3. On D S\\nwith deta.1 of sixteen men as escort to Capt. Evans.^^th\\nnf^ and afterward to First Lieut. Preston. 9th Ca v., Aug.\\n*o 25, in Jr. jK.\\nIf 7 R- MOEN. May 2. 1898. D. S. with\\ndetail of twelve men to Santa Isabel. P. R.. Aug 25-Sept 7\\nQuartermaster Sergeant Francis D. Bowne. May 2 1898\\nActing Q. M. S. of Squadron June i-Aug. 3. D S with\\nLieut. Frelinghuysen. Aug. 10-25.\\nSergeants\\nm enl^r^T^ detail of twelve\\nmen to Goto. Aug. 25\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Sept. 6.\\nUtuado as escort to First Lieut. Langhorne. ist Cav.. A. D.\\nC. to Brig. Gen. G. S. Garretson. Aug. 23-Sept q\\nRobert Emmet. D. S. with ten men to Coamo. Aug n-20\\nHENRV M. Ward. May 2. Corporal May 2. 1898 Tppointed\\nSergt. June 6 t/ilr^ Pellew. ppomiea", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0509.jp2"}, "510": {"fulltext": "Edward M. Ward, May 19. Saddler May 19. Sergt. July\\n4, vice Patterson. D. S., Phelps.\\nSeymour Le G. Cromwell, May 2. Corp. May 2. Sergt.\\nJuly 21, 1898, vice Maclay. D. S. with gun detail of four\\nmen, with Troop B, 2d Cav., and afterward with Lieut.\\nFrelinghuysen, Aug. 13\u00e2\u0080\u009425-\\nCorporals\\nJohn L, Erving, May 2. D. S., Moen.\\nFrancis C. Huntington, May 2. D. S., Cammann.\\nWilliam J. Wallace, May 2. Corp. May 19. Sick in quarters\\nat Ponce, P. R., Aug. 10\u00e2\u0080\u009429 in line of duty.\\nHenry I. Riker, May 2. Corp. June 6 vice H. M. Ward.\\nWilliam R. Wright, May 2. Corp. July 21, vice Cromwell.\\nD. S., Moen.\\nBenjamin W. Leigh, May 2. Corp. July 20, vice Hoyt. D.\\nS., Frelinghuysen. Sick in hospital Aug. 24\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Sept. 9 m\\nline of duty (typhoid fever). Sent to Philadelphia on\\nU. S. Hospital Ship Relief.\\nJOHN H. Iselin, May 2. Corp. July 21, vice Hoppin. Sick in\\nquarters at Ponce, P. R., Aug. 7-23- Sent to N. Y. on\\nsick leave.\\nIrving Ruland, May 2. Corp. July 28, w^^ Haight. D. S.,\\nPhelps.\\nArthur F. Brown, May 2. Cook and corporal, Aug i.\\nD. S., Frelinghuysen.\\nTrumpeters\\nBraithwaite, Albert E., May 2. Sick in quarters Ponce,\\nP. R., in line of duty, Aug. 7\u00e2\u0080\u0094 13-\\nKerner, Howard S., May 2. Sick in quarters. Ponce, P. R.\\nin line of duty (typhoid fever), Aug. 14-29- Sent to N. Y.\\non Relief.\\nFarriers\\nMuller, Charles W., May 2. D. S., Phelps.\\nBird, Frank W., May 2. Sick in quarters, Ponce, P. R.\\n(typhoid). Sent to N. Y. on Relief.\\nSaddler Becker, Frederick W., May 2. Appointed saddler\\nJuly 4, vice E. M. Ward.\\nWagoner Glynn, James, May 2.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0510.jp2"}, "511": {"fulltext": "Privates\\nAdee, George T., July 12. D. S. Frelinghuysen, Sick in\\nHospital, Ponce, P. R. Sent home on Relief.\\nBarclay, Robert C, May 2. Sick in quarters, Ponce, Aug.\\n7\u00e2\u0080\u009423. Sent to N. Y. on sick leave.\\nBarry, Robert P., Jr., May 2. Sick in quarters. Ponce, P. R.,\\nAug. 18\u00e2\u0080\u009430.\\nBatcheller, Henry, May 19. D. S., Moen.\\nBayne, Ross C, May 2. D. S., Moen.\\nBenkard, James G., May 2. Sick in quarters. Camp Alger,\\nJune 22 July i.\\nBeales, James A. G., July 23. D. S., Frelinghuysen.\\nBlake, Arthur M., May 2. D. S. to Adjuntas, Aug. 20\u00e2\u0080\u009421.\\nBradley, Stephen R., Jr., July 25. D. S., Frelinghuysen.\\nBrown, Howard K., July 23. D. S., Phelps.\\nBruce, John M., May 2. Sick in hospital, Washington, D. C.\\n(typhoid). On sick leave June 30\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Sept. 10.\\nCarusi, Charles F., May 2. Sick in quarters, Alger, May\\n23\u00e2\u0080\u0094 June 10. D. S. to Adjuntas, Aug. 20\u00e2\u0080\u009421.\\nCannon, Henry B., July g. Sick in quarters. Ponce, P. R.,\\nAug. Q\u00e2\u0080\u0094 2Q, Sent to N. Y. on sick leave, Aug. 29, Relief.\\nChapman, John D., June 8. Sick in quarters. Ponce, Aug.\\n21\u00e2\u0080\u009429.\\nChilds, Herbert H., May 2. Sick in quarters and hospital.\\nPonce, Aug. 7\u00e2\u0080\u009423. Sent to N. Y. on sick leave, yacht\\nMay, Aug. 23.\\nClark, James G., May 2. D. S., Frelinghuysen. Sent to N.\\nY. on May, sick leave, Aug. 23.\\nConner, Lewis A., May 2. Sick leave of absence, July 8-\\nSept. 10.\\nConrow, Robert W., July 5. D. S., Emmet.\\nCox, Edward V., May 2. Hospital, Washington, D. C. Sick\\nleave of absence, June 4\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Sept. 11.\\nCoyne, George W., June 8. Sick in quarters, Alger, June\\n21\u00e2\u0080\u009472. D. S., Emmet. Moen.\\nCrombie, William M., July 11. D. S., Moen.\\nCrowell, William B., June 8. D. S., Cromwell.\\nDrake, William W., June 8. D. S., Emmet. Phelps\\nDyer, Lyman T., May 2. D. S.. Frelinghuysen.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0511.jp2"}, "512": {"fulltext": "Emmet, Thomas A., Jr., July 8. Sick in quarters, Ponce,\\nAug. 20\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Sept. 3. D. S., Emmet.\\nFisher, Henry J., July 25. D. S. to Mayaguez, Aug. 16\u00e2\u0080\u009421.\\nD. S. Moen.\\nFuller, Charles, May 2.\\nGillespie, Louis P., May 2. D. S., Moen.\\nGoad BY, Arthur M., May 2. D. S., Moen. Sick with typhoid\\nfever on Mississipi, Sept. 7.\\nGrannis, John H. D., June 8. D. S., Frelinghuysen. Sick\\nwith typhoid on Mississipi, Sept. 9.\\nHall, Sherman R., May 2. D. S., Emmet. Moen.\\nHeaton, William W,, June 8. D. S., Emmet. Sick in\\nquarters. Ponce, Aug. 21\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Sept. 3.\\nHill, John S., May 2. D. S., Cammann. D. S., Freling-\\nhuysen.\\nHenry, Horace L., May 1 1. Transferred from Co. B., 3d N. Y.\\nVol. Inf., July 23, 1898.\\nHoeninghaus, Fritz W., May 2. D. S., Guayama, Aug. 12\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n15. Cammann.\\nHolt, Henry E., May 2. D. S., Cammann.\\nHorner, Leonard S., July 23. D. S., Cammann.\\nKerner, Charles H., Jr., May 2. Special duty Hospital\\nCorps, Ponce.\\nKearny, Philip, May 2. Sick on Mississipi, Sept. 7\u00e2\u0080\u009410.\\nKiLLiPS, Herbert, June 13. Transferred from 3d N. Y. V.\\nInf., July 23, 1898. Sick in quarters. Ponce, Aug. 12\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ig.\\nKnudsen, Arthur S., June 8. D. S., Cammann.\\nLannon, John D., June 8. D. S., Cammann.\\nLedyard, George S., May 2. D. S. to Coamo, Aug. 22\u00e2\u0080\u009423.\\nLee, Franklin L., May 2. D. S., Emmet.\\nLine, Arthur M., June 9. Special duty Hospital Corps.\\nReturned to N. Y. on Relief, with sick men.\\nLittell, Emlen T., May 2. D. S., Phelps.\\nLittle, George J., May 2. D. S., Phelps.\\nLocKETT, Arthur H., July 11. D. S., Phelps.\\nLoveland, John W., May 2. Sick at Ponce, Aug. 16\u00e2\u0080\u009422.\\nManning, Richard F., May 2. Sick July 5\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Sept. 10\\n(typhoid).\\nMcGusTY, Robert T., May 2. D. S. with Hoeninghaus. Sick\\nSept. 6\u00e2\u0080\u009410 on Mississipi.", "height": "3288", "width": "2141", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0512.jp2"}, "513": {"fulltext": "McKiNLAY, James B., June 8. D. S., Phelps.\\nMills, Robert D., June 8. D. S., Cammann.\\nMuNROE, Vernon, July 23. D. S., Moen.\\nNichols, James O., May 2. Special duty, Ordinance De-\\npartment.\\nOuterbridge, Frank, May 2. D. S., Phelps.\\nPerry, Henry W., June 8.\\nPierce, Reginald K., June 8. D. S., Emmet.\\nPierson, Thomas H., June 9. D. S., Cromwell.\\nQuiNBY, Samuel L., May 2. D. S., Emmet.\\nRedington, George O., May 2. D. S., Frelinghuysen.\\nSatterlee, Henry S., May 2. L. C. July 20, 1898. D. S.,\\nCromwell.\\nSlidell, Thomas, June 8. D. S., Frelinghuysen. Sick\\nPonce, Aug. 14 19.\\nStevens, Francis K., June 8. Sick, Ponce, Aug. 28 Sept. 3.\\nStillman, Leland S., June 8. D. S., Frelinghuysen.\\nTerry, James T., May 2. D. S., Cammann.\\nThomson, Ernest A., May 2. L. C, July 20.\\nTroescher, Robert F., June 8. D. S., Phelps.\\nValentine, Langdon B., May 2. D. S., Phelps.\\nVan Vleck, Edgar W., July 23. D. S., Phelps. Sick, Ponce\\nand on Mississipi, Aug. 30 Sept. 10.\\nVeiller, Frank D., July 8. D. S., Cammann.\\nWallace, Gustavus S., June 8. D. S., Frelinghuysen.\\nWharton, Richard, July 8. D. S., Phelps.\\nWebb, Karl, July 29.\\nDISCHARGED FOR DISABILITY.\\nPrivate Victor N. Cushman, June 9. Discharged June 2!.\\nDISCHARGED BY ORDER.\\nSergeant Charles E. Pellew, May 2. June 6. ist Lieut.\\nU. S. V. Sig. Corps.\\nPrivate McKee D. McKee, May 2. June 6. 2d Lieut. U. S.\\nV. Sig. Corps.\\nFrank L. Polk, May 2. June 7. Capt. and A. Q. M., U.\\nS. V.\\nSergeant Edward L. Patterson, May 2. July 4. ist Lieut.,\\n2oist N. Y. V. Inf.", "height": "3388", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "historyoftroopan01camm_0513.jp2"}, "514": {"fulltext": "Private ETtwis O. UoLTBR, May 2. July ii. 2d Lieut., U.\\nS. V. Sig. Corps.\\nFrancis B. Harrison, May 19. July 6. Capt. and A. A. G.,\\nU. S. V.\\nAllan A. ROBBiNS, May 2. July 6. ist Lieut., ist U. S. V.\\nEng.\\nWilliams. Whitehead, Jr., May 2. July 6. 2d Lieut., 3d\\nU. S. V. Eng.\\nTowNSEND Lawrence, May 2. July 6. ist Lieut., 2d U. S.\\nV. Eng.\\nErvin Wardman, May 2. July 10. ist Lieut., 202d N. Y. V.\\nInf.\\nWilliam Williams, June 25. July 21. Major and C. S., U.\\nS. V.\\nJames M. A. Darrach, May 2. July 20. 2d Lieut., nth U.\\nS. Inf.\\nCorpora/ Enwi-^ C. Hoyt, May 2. July 20. 2d Lieut., iith\\nU. S. Inf.\\n5^?r^^a\u00c2\u00ab/ Alfred B. Maclay, May 2. July 21. 2d Lieut.\\n5th U. S. Inf.\\nPrivate Charles R. Hickox, May 2. July 21. 2d Lieut,, 2d\\nU. S. Inf.\\nCorporal Gerard B. Hoppin, May 2. July 21. 2d Lieut., 5th\\nU. S. Inf.\\nCharles S. Haight, May 2. July 28. 2d Lieut., 4th U. S.\\nArt.\\nPrivate Nathan M. Flower, May 2. July 25, Capt. and A.\\nQ. M., U. S. V.\\nAmos R. E. Pinchot, May 2. Aug. 18.\\nWilliam M. Benjamin, June 8. Oct. 7.\\nTRANSFERRED.\\nPrivate Walter W. Price, May 2. July 10 to ist U. S. V.\\nCav.\\nCharles A. Hutchinson, May 2. July 17 to ist U. S. V. Cav.\\nHarold Barclay, June 8. July 8 to Hospital Corps, U. S. A.\\nDIED.\\nPrivate Philip R. M. Hildreth, May 2. 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