{"1": {"fulltext": "X\\nE CANALEROTHE\\nOOPEEL", "height": "3577", "width": "2369", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap. Copyright No...\\nShell._ __.^a C3\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "The Canalero\\nThe Trooper\\nPoems in Reminiscence\\nOF REAR-ADMIRAL WALKER S NICARAGUAN CANAL\\nEXPEDITION IN 1898\\nAND OF VOLUNTEER ARJVIY LIFE LATER AT TAMPA\\nAND MONTAUK\\nWITH NOTES\\nS BY\\nPi H. BELKISTAP\\nBOSTON T. T. BOUVE\\nCOMPANY MCM", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RECEIVED,\\nUbrnrj of Goj3g^eff\u00c2\u00ab\\nFEB 90 1900\\n^^hUr Of Qmrlghts^\\n/foo\\n54119\\ncopybight, 1900,\\nBy p. H. Belkiiap.\\nSECOND COPV.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "TO N. S. H. SANBEES.\\nDear Nat\\nAs you fancied the manuscript, do take the\\nbook. Bouve and I used to agree dedications to be non-\\nsense, and I certainly suppose you would accord, yet I\\nfind they are not so entirely. I scribbled, too, the\\npreface at your house. Beside, rewrote it under your\\nbehests. My dear Sanders,\\nFaithfully,\\nBelknap.\\nOct. 2 (if not 3), 99;\\nNoKwooD, Massachusetts.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nThe present work shows some boyish vein, I think,\\nand the idea at first disturbed me but I discover that I\\nam not dissatisfied on the whole. Such inconsequence\\nas exists appears, after all, chiefly in places, and not in\\nthe sum. Yet I wish I could hope that my production\\nmay fulfil the two excellent ones of the motives from\\nwhich it springs. Whatever reader shall take my sym-\\npathy, will find the whole poems enforcing a certain one\\nview a view of the United States with respect to the\\nrest of the nations as we are approaching our primacy.\\nThe poems should develope this surveyal in their course\\nand this has not been their least purpose.\\nFor my other fair actuation to the sin of verse, it is\\nthe appearances of life, Stevenson s phrase with\\nwhich he couples another, which might be the appear-\\nances of still-life, of things. All is interesting engross-\\ning and incident is as much as event, a drop of rain as\\na blood-drop of a dynamited czar. My result that\\nmay be estimated; as bad or better; but it comes (so\\nmuch is true) of a contemplation commanded from with-\\nout, rather than directed from within.\\nUnfortunately, besides a citizen s prompting to his\\ncriticism, and an intelligence instinct to record the felt\\nand seoQ, I disgustedly detect a third impulse, perhaps,\\nin some of the poems the vulgar one of a vanity.\\n8", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "4 PBEFACE.\\nI do not see from what ground^ in me, such a weed\\nshould have grown. In Admiral Walker s expedition of\\n1898, to determine upon the feasibility of the Nica-\\nraguan Canal, I was a subordinate member, and was one\\nof the least in acquiring successes within reach. In-\\nquietly yet listlessly I came home from Central\\nAmerica at the outbreak of the war with Spain; list-\\nlessly, doubting the military opportunity; listlessly\\nstill, though knowing that instancy is the fore-success\\nof action. I met my merit in only getting to my regi-\\nment (the First United States Volunteer Cavalry) after\\nthe two squadrons that were taken had left Tampa on\\nthe Santiago campaign, I could have been in time.\\nBut thus is disclaimed here in prose any self-satisfaction\\npossible in the verse.\\nI have taken the liberty, in an appendix, to give some\\n!N icaraguan pronunciations; connoting there also other\\npeculiar matters. The numerical references are to these\\nmemoranda. P. H. B.\\nPerncroft, Danvers, Mass.\\nSeptember 20, 1899.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "co]:frTEi?rTS\\nOF\\nTHE CANALEEO. THE TEOOPER\\nPAGE\\nTo N. S. H. Sanders 1\\nPreface 3\\nTHE CANALERO\\nLanded 11\\nAll Up in Quarters 13\\nThe Barber (Old Mulatto) 14\\nDespatches 14\\nTo Salvadora 15\\nField-Work 15\\nFirst Work on the Lake-to-Brito Line 16\\nThe Dispositions of Dundas Vacil\\nI. Signless i 17\\nn. Naughtinesse 18\\nAbout Camp San Pablo 19\\nWestern Side 20\\nLife on the Lajas 21\\nPoAvder at Rivas 22\\nUnkind Who Lost the World 24\\nBad Sunday 26\\nRubber 27\\nTheir Own Petard 29\\nThe Narrimba 31\\nEngineering and Campaign 32\\nThe Quitter Camp 33\\nMcanor 33\\n5", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "6 CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nHwang 34\\nMiss and the Republic 37\\nPhilosophy at San Carlos 39\\nQuo He 39\\nSome More of Dundas Vacil\\nHI. Boca Colorado 41\\nIV. Heart and Manhood 43\\nVigor at Tambor Grande 43\\nYear After Year 44\\nShipboard\\nI. Sea by Shore 45\\nII. Looks in the Wind 48\\nin. Rolling 49\\nDundas\\nV. Signless ii 61\\nRome and England Next tis Thou 52\\nCrude Metal 55\\nTHE TROOPER\\nThe Death Forefigured 63\\nThe Last of Vacil\\nVI. One, Ones 64\\nVII. One Alone 66\\nThe Infantryman from Savannah QQ\\nRabble Thinkings of a Good Officer 67\\nThe Praise of the Nag\\nI. Dawn s-Token 68\\nII. Tempest 70\\nThe Tampa-Leaguer 72\\nClark, of the Santiago Captains 73\\nOur Shadow of Porto Rico 76\\nThe Two Mortalities 78\\nSleeping in One s Clothes in an Armory 79\\nThe Prairie Seat 81\\nCamp Presto 82\\nThe Broken Flower 83", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS. 7\\nPAGS\\nPember of the Regular Eighty-Second 84\\nTo the Untrained Troop-Horse 85\\nPhilology of the Arm 87\\nA Pair of Sonnets 88\\nThe Army 89\\nThe Praise of the I^] ag\\nIII. Watering Seen in the Distance 90\\nIV. Passage 91\\nV. Beauty the Beast 92\\nTo Major-General Lord Kitchener, of Khartoum 92\\nTo the Cambridge Men, After the Football Game\\nof 1898 Won from Yale 94\\nChief of A 96\\nDunnage 99\\nAMERICA TERRENIA ULTIMATE IMPERIALISM 101\\nNames and Terms 105", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE CANALEBO,", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "LANDED.\\nBeyond undimpled dark lagoon\\nThe seas their wide white seething toss.\\nAnd sound a midnight of no moon\\nUp to the silent Southern Cross.\\nThy Cross thou more romantic main\\nThe splendid Spaniard of the sky\\nBut where stood admirals of Spain\\nOne only bark rides ghostly nigh.\\nA lofty race, for God or gold,\\nThese billows steered and storied then.\\nYon barrack roofs now stilly hold\\nIn slumberous shades the mightier men.\\nLa Fe.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE CANALERO.\\nALL UP IN QUAETEES.\\nThe bugle, whicli still liad slept as we,\\nLeapt live into sudden note with morn\\nAnd, sharp like a thorn\\nThrough our cot-sides borne.\\nThen circled the air and summoned he\\nBut when some had sworn,\\nAnd the day got ray,\\nA lave in the wave went merrily.\\nSee men and the sun at the gallant wind\\nOf the ruthlessly-rising clear command\\nBut oh, were banned\\nThe soul misplanned\\nWho blotches the new-life s spirit signed\\nAs all grows grand.\\nThe fool in the pool\\nWhose jest breaks the tune of the time and mind", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "14 THE CAN ALE BO. THE TROOPER.\\nTHE BARBER (OLD MULATTO).\\nSir, I perceive a scratch, upon your cheek\\nOf such a matter, sir, I always speak,\\nOr you might lay it at my razor s door\\nBut, as I speak, you know twas one afore.\\nI bin this bisness, sir, for thiTtj-eight ye r\\nI got my knowledge, sir, of human nature.\\nDESPATCHES.\\nJesup, black and careless,\\nLooking a Erench, cook\\n(From a jaw not hairless,\\nAnd white cap on him, gadzook\\nJesup dashing through\\nGreytown, hullabaloo,\\nHad a captain call him to,\\nTo tear less.\\nHalt said Jesup Twenty\\nRagamuffins ride\\nI with mail f oam-sprenty\\nEor the Admiral. Outside\\nThere is ISTewport. Shoot\\nBetter not, though, do t\\nMused the captain to his boot,\\nQue gente\\nWhat a nation is truer than the plain translation.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE CANALjSBO. 15\\nTO SALYADORA.\\nGooD-BT, bonita, now I go,\\nThose still can see thee who remain,\\nBut I, the silent stranger, no,\\nDwell never near thy grace again.\\nGood-by, bonita, hoiv I care\\nFm glad thou rt of the knowledge free;\\nBut, in my cruel-sweet despair,\\nWhat thanks I think and send to thee.\\nFor here, where careless pleasure flies,\\nA bird to snare with lightest ease,\\nHe languors not in thy black eyes.\\nWhich only laugh with purities.\\nGood-by with soft and bright esteem^\\nBeauty of simple worth to know.\\nGive me one thought, a thought my dream,\\nBonita. Ah, good-by I go.\\nFIELD-WORK.\\nWe go into camp, into woods that belong to the beasts\\nAnd the senator trees\\nThen the animal stops, where is scarred the place of his\\nfeasts,\\nAnd he fears and flees.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "16 THE CANAL^EO. THE TBOOPEB.\\nA band of monkeys above the tents we chaffed\\nAnd one was absurder\\nThan all the rest, with her blue-eyed young, as we\\nlaughed\\nWhen a shot was her murder.\\nShe cried, and protected her clinging baby still.\\nThe man who had shot her,\\nShe humanly moaned, his rifle re-aimed, to kill\\nAnd made her last flutter.\\nOh, fast through the trees the band of the branches post,\\nTo wail and to chatter\\nAnd we got the brown little orphan, and they had most\\nOf brains in the matter.\\nFIEST WOEK 01^ THE LAKE-TO-BEITO LINE.\\nThe lake on the San Carlos side\\nHas surface fair as arm of maid s,\\nFor, cast up at the great divide,\\nNot yet descend the troubling Trades.\\nTheir high wings hurry farther west,\\nAnd there efface the limpid smile.\\nAnd heave the wave and whirl the crest\\nTowards land in distance bluest mile.\\nThere rises, near that other shore,\\nThe fireless now, but questioned* cone,\\nWhose steeps so strangely even soar,\\nOf Ometepe unalone\\nBecause this volcano may he extinct. Madera is so.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE GANALJERO. 17\\nWho with his sister shares their isle,\\nMadera she the rounder born.\\nThey stand between where clouds deJSle\\nAnd where the tide is windy-torn.\\nLeave these behind tis on the marge\\nThe coming brain its business breaks^^\\nWhere diggers make the ground discharge\\nThat bottle vp-hich is weighty stakes.\\nYour mere slim glass of Rhine or Erench\\nCan clear a ministerial task\\nThe engineer s grave point or bench\\nMay be the undecaying flask.*\\nTHE DISPOSITIONS OE DUNDAS VACIL.\\nI.\\nSignless.\\nI.\\nTo you, to you,\\nEirst thing I d do,\\nI would send these flowers of blue.\\nOnce in your hand\\nYou d understand\\nWho was in this stranger-land.\\nSpikes rust and wood rots. In engineering, to mark and find\\nagain the initial point of a survey a bottle is often employed,\\nburied in the earth, on account of its indestructibility by de-\\nterioration.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "18 TRE CANAL^BO. THE TBOOPEB,\\nBut yet so proudly\\nDisallowed\\nAll has been I would have vowed,\\nThat it is time\\nKemembrance, rhyme,\\nSullen stayed before their crime.\\nSo many give\\nMe monitive\\nWords upon the way to live\\nBut I am bold,\\nYou should be told\\nYou ve no right to be so cold.\\n11.\\nNaughtinesse.\\nYou would like to be nightly diamond-starred.\\nThey are lovely, Marie, but they are hard.\\nWhat girl wouldn t play for a house of pelf,\\nTo give to others and grace herself\\nTake care to station that you relate\\nAn easier thing than to that create.\\nYou would not give yourself dead away\\nWhat wisdom for maiden lips to say\\nYou would not give yourself dead away\\nFor God s sake, do it alive some day", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE CAN ALE RO. Ig\\nYou are very light for a Juggernaut,\\nYet under your feet my heart is caught.\\nIf I could hurt you as you hurt me,\\nThe worst of it is that I d not, Marie.\\nABOUT CAMP SAN PABLO.\\nMathematics are divine\\nIn the lightning of the line\\nThere s the universe s verve\\nIn the living of the curve\\nMore than you can think they think,\\nProm the deity they wink,\\nWho is conscious in the work\\nOf direction and the cirque.\\nWhat can lance of straightness bar\\nThrough a field or to a star\\nAnd, invisibly afly,\\nBears the arc unerring by.\\nThere is nothing ever balks\\nTis the truth of reason walks\\nWith a tripod to him tied,\\nTakes, from point to point, his stride\\nAnd no hill or river blench.\\nAs he crosses, bench to bench.\\nLet the Coliseum s wall.\\nLet a lengthened ropewalk fall,\\nBut the circle, swift and sure.\\nAnd the leaping line endure.\\nShall we slave them to our skill\\nYes, if we obey their will.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "20 THE CANALEBO. THE TROOPER.\\nFor the intellects ne er gave\\nSuch a despot in a slave.\\nThey are driven, ready drudge,\\nBut themselves will solely judge\\nThey are by a hair transgress\\nAdamant in nothingness.\\nGo against their viewless thought,\\nWe are by as stone up-brought\\nFor what is it that we feel\\nGod whose sentience is His steel\\nSo much, that, unhumbled back\\nWe re-seek their wandered track.\\nLine and clearing spend the light.\\nThen the cutters cries, at night,\\nAnd American ahaha^s\\nWake the canvas on the Lajas.\\nWESTERN SIDE.\\nHere the sun is soft as strong,\\nAnd the bright air catches fan\\nEndless breeze\\nLifts the leaves of green eternal.\\nOlouds voyage on their blue canal\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFrom the sailor Carib s sea\\nTo Balboa s\\nTraining over Nicaragua.\\nAt the villain turn of road\\nLay a likeness of the moon,\\nSuch a day\\nWith another slain as fondly", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE CANALEEO. 21\\nStory of a sliot and sire,\\nHorrid hoofs and fated love\\nAnd a gloom\\nOf a boy and bride of olive.\\nOh the squadron of the sky\\nEver streams the still serene,\\nEast to west,\\nO er a sweet and soulless greenerie.\\nLIFE 0:^r THE LAJAS.\\nIn the tangle of a south,\\nFifty from the lago mouth,\\nSlides or slumbers through a dell\\nEattlesnake, the cascabel.\\nFollowed by the surfy roar,\\nFrom the lago fifty more.\\nLumpish iguana sits.\\nWhom the armed canoeman hits\\nAnd, upon another limb\\nSunning (all the same to him),\\nMarks her yellow husband hobo,\\nHulking lizard oaf, garrobo.\\nThey, the gente,^ like his chops.\\nAnd would get him where he drops,\\nFish him from the standing tide\\nBut the boat shall not abide.\\nI am going up the black\\n(Lago now four hundred back;\\nPaddle, every noisy scamp,\\nTo the tarpaulins of camp", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "22 THE canal:ero. the troopeb.\\nAre they bad or are they boons,\\nThese thick river vine-festoons\\nO er their dense flame harsh macaws\\nIn them monkeys look and pause,\\nTill they troll the roused remark\\nOf their water- warble bark.\\nSwinging fast from tree to tree\\nWhere not sitting haunch to see.\\nOn the Lajas this is life,\\nWhich can not be called but rife.\\nThere is armadillo, too,\\nWhacks the brush he scuttles through.\\nFrom a bank and basky naps\\nIn the alligator flaps\\nEifle cocked, his eddy dog\\nWhere he sunk him like a log.\\nBut the lustiest of aught\\nIs the fling of tiger-thought.\\nHeard to shrill and seen to shake,\\nCascabel, the rattlesnake.\\nPOWDER AT RIVAS.21\\nWhen Wilson was riding one day into Eivas,\\nAnd we heard the firing, surveying afield,\\nUnless his account and our hearing deceive us,\\nThe whole Revolution around him revealed.\\nObserve since the State was with old Doctor\\nCardenas,\\nPresident now is Zelaya, by fear\\nAnd the rebels (however this sweet land engarden us)\\nMigrate between Costa Rica and here.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE CANALEEO. 23\\nCosta Eica would like to push up to tlie lake\\nAnd river, to share in the future canal\\nSo the beat Nicaraguans say cast with our stake,\\nHelp us back to our country again and you shall.\\nAnd that is one reason the southwardly nation\\nAnd northerer exiles forgather demure.\\nThe latter had banded, upon this occasion.\\nThat side of the border, and up by del Sur.\\nThey cleverly came by the road Chocolate*\\nThat as a detour and so Wilson waylaid.\\nThe first thing he knew, in the midst of a party\\nHe reined, at the challenge of this cavalcade.\\nPm of the Commission, he (red in his beard)\\nExplained to their faces of families, fine\\n(For these were the sort of the blood and careered,\\nZelaya is red and here green was the sign.\\nTis well said the gentlemen. Come on with us.\\nToday we take Eivas, and we ll see you in.\\nAnd Wilson spurred on, although neutrally, thus,\\nAnd so reached the works and the battle s begin.\\nThe wight sans-culottes and the dark caballero\\nEamroded his muzzle or led in the game.\\nThe most that I know is, that, straight as an arrow,\\nThey fought to the city through maiming and flame.\\nThe garrison s guns and the mutual volley\\nWe heard with surmisal, surveying afield\\nYoung Kent nearly cried, it was so melancholy\\nTo listen to war a,nd to stay like a chield.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "24 THE CANALEBO. THE TROOPER.\\nAnd what was the end of it Eivas retaken\\nPoor numbers thrown back by a multitude thugs.\\nBut look, I will tell you my merriment s shaken\\nThose fellows look fools, they will fight though,\\nsaid Bugs.\\nUNKIND WHO LOST THE WOELD.\\nAt every finca or in every field\\nSome careless-crippled, some accusing thing\\nA dog one leg that carries, with a ring\\nOf violent size a cow the wound though healed j\\nOn every road an earless horse, or wealed\\nIn every town, some wretch of brutaling.\\nWhat blood or being to betray these signs\\nFor is Iberian not sweet of heart\\nAy, and at home in many a friendly part.\\nThese people s smiles no falsity combines\\nNo need to read their features tween the lines\\nWe true, their real sincerity we start.\\nGentle and arch, and lazily good-willed.\\nTheir service, fellowship have nought to brand\\nBut this is so far as they understand,\\nTheir breast in pities is untaught or skilled\\nThey taste the grotesque in the halt and killed\\nConceive no rule but the compulsive hand.\\nYou, Spain, you in these foresters are seen,\\nWere more divine of brain, of statelier mind\\nThan ever my gross Saxo-Norman kind", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE CANAL^EO. 25\\nAnd you had had the world for your demesne,\\nAgainst that rival, parr d with you unclean,\\nWere you not one way among Aryans blind.\\nAh, noble yet there was the wild Mahound,\\nAnd you peninsula Europe like the Turk\\nThe scimitars your Christian underlurk,\\nWhich would reduce, not suade, whatever found.\\nThe ruder brood availed, more bowel-bound,\\nWho after vanquishment let mercy work.\\nNo rag so royal ever rolled the stern,\\nNo fortresses frowned conquest ramp and jut\\nSo bold, so sovereign, as o er every hut\\nAnd sultry heave proclaimed, for man to learn,\\nYour standards, castles, lording every bourne.\\nThat climes and waters wide were reigned. Oh,\\nbut\\nDominions, as your grandeur, made your shame\\nYou never shed the f ragrancy of sway\\nYour subjugation turned slave-hearts away.\\nWhile Britons cared for whom they overcame\\nSo all-illustrious as your knightly name.\\nCold was the soul of your victorious day.\\nBearing our Lord to Indian tides and here.\\nYou knelt each shore behind the priestly kilts\\nAnd that was great but great were greed and\\nguilt s\\nDearer than heaven was Eldorado dear.\\nBefalling like dark angels victors drear\\nYour most true cross was your Toledo hilts", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "26 THE CANAL^BO. THE TROOPER,\\nBAD SUNDAY.\\nWhat use to me is this my life\\nrd introvert a shot or knife,\\nBy which to cease or be away\\nAnght would be better than to-day.\\nI rode, amid a million ills,\\nOver, around, and through the hills.\\nMy mount was good, but yester-worn,\\nAnd fagged at outset in the morn.\\nUnbreakf asted I left the tent\\nAnd spurred the colt already spent,\\nThen at the manless Latin town\\nGuzzled their knock-out coffee down\\nPegged from the place with many a drag\\nOf bottle from the saddle-bag\\nAnd next, when urging all I durst,\\nThat stirrup-strap at mid-sun burst\\nThis mended, while the heat in creeks\\nE-unnelled and ran ail down my cheeks,\\nTwas on again at last, good sake\\nReaching Byrne s canvas by the lake.\\nAnd here was one good thing, I swear\\nHis witty, working chief was there.\\nAnd Byrne was genial host at need\\nBut dashed if I enjoyed the feed.\\nI up and rode to Mr, Daw s,\\nWhen his mechanic s spirits pause\\nAt my appearance lame hello s.\\nAnd broke good-by s as I arose.\\nSo back to Byrne s and on his cot\\nI smoked a black forget-me-not.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE CAN ALE RO. 27\\nThe Jew of Mr. Daw s turned up\\nWe had. to let him share our cup\\nI didn t say so (as who would?),\\nBut I was glad it wasn t good.\\nHe town-ward now returning, too,\\nClubbed a sad gray till cursed it blue.\\nThrough and beyond my pony trode\\nThat broken rut, the royal road.\\nWith dust and sun and coming dark,\\nAnd, if benighted, not a mark,\\nHis bleeding flank I had to spur\\nTo keep the failing beast astir.\\nBut, crossed the ford and plunged the bush,\\nUp the last, longest hill we push\\nDescend the river-bed, then o er\\nThe bank, and into camp once more.\\nAnd supper over All my bones\\nAre sore as I had rolled on stones.\\nI have some hard-tack, nothing canned.\\nThe nag won t eat can hardly stand.\\nKerens why I think (upon my cot)\\nThat he and I were better shot.\\nCamp Corralillos.\\nEUBBER.\\nHere s the uhle-tree,^\\nWhere we hit the Tola\\nEverywhere is wounded she\\nSeldom seen, and sola\\nGrown but forest-knee.\\nNo telling when the Nicaraguans will or not pronounce the\\nromance e as a last syllable. This is ooly. But they say pasa-\\npor^ay machete with either sound.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "28 THE CAN ALE RO. THE TEOOPEB,\\nSolitude so dense\\nNever gave her cover\\nFar from trace of path or fence\\nTracks her the gold-lover,\\nHacks her innocence.\\nAt the Tola, see,\\nMore than one machete,\\nHigh as limb let climbers free,\\nMade the bark all fretty\\nOf the little tree.\\nDrips the merchant s mouth\\nAs the whale with blubber,\\nFor the creamy-white undrouth\\nEunning into rubber\\nSound wealth of the South.\\nSuch sap yearly sold\\nFor nine dollars (each tree),\\nMetamorphosis behold\\nRubber turns a peach -tree I\\n(Not these pesos gold.)\\nBut, for thousand rows.\\nWho d be Nicaraguense\\nThough he fostered out of those\\nA fine competency,\\nFull as fortune grows\\nWith a stately place,\\nBelvederes, verandahs,", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE CANALERO. 29\\nAs Don Soandso he d grace\\nSelf and friends, as man does\\nIn so good a case\\nBut your robbers thieve\\nFrom these fair plantations\\nHis domain he could not leave,\\nLest their depredations\\nIf he did he d grieve.\\nBetter wrought than curled,\\nLife, than books and money.\\nSome would seat them here, en-earled,\\nThinking one was funny\\nWho preferred the world.\\nTHEIR OWN PETARD.\\nThe same astounder through the cooly sough\\nOf high mahogany and mispero.\\nWhere men cry far and monkeys air away,\\nAnd still the musky, sunless halls are lone\\nThe same torpedo struck us in the forest\\nWhich undertook the armorclad, and hove\\nHer metal up before Havana. Trust\\nAt first we scantly gave the dangerous tale,\\nThough let to winds from lightning of del Sur;*\\nA Sunday s tidings brought by one returning\\nFrom Rivas an attentive camp he met.\\nBut still the story slow, remotely grew\\nTo our eleven, and then we hoped sure war.\\nThe cable is at San Juan del Sur.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "30 THE CANALEBO. THE TROOPER.\\nIf we have honor, Swan said, surely is\\nSure war. And Wilson, grinding, It is sure,\\nAnd rue to Spaniards without ruth in us.\\nIf they have been thus poisonous, at peace,\\nWe are humane, and we shall leave them as\\nMen do leave any snake.\\nAdjoined Nassau\\n(Nassau, who no one knows much how he thinks\\nHe holds respect with banter) For example.\\nLike Kent s constrictor, killed this afternoon\\nTo keep his spottles\\nThe part-Bourbon boy\\n(If his house cousin to the Ancient throne),\\nKent, mentioned that he would go home go home\\nAnd I will be a lieutenant in this war.\\nMy uncle s subaltern. Less laughed than looked\\nOthers, from their own minds. Pruden held out\\nWe might be in mistake, and Maine gone down\\nFrom no prepense or Saracenic guile.\\nBut plain bad hazard.\\nKent, so keen though young,\\nAnd cold though brave, had sailed to reach a sword,\\nWere not that canalero engineer\\nFelt sounder standing in career. It felt\\nTo most there in the Tola camp and all.\\nAnd homing days, I thought, would find run through\\nOur quarrel with the Austrian regency\\n(I d plead with the sad Princess to serve her\\nAnd son, if ever rise the claimant Charles)\\nI thought that peace would meet us at New York,\\nAnd then New York be nothing Swan debated\\nIn cups I do not see the country s title", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE CANALERO. 31\\nTo have a war, and I not in it. So\\nWith me, yawned Wilson, sucking ugly pipes\\nBut he, as chief, heard no strong call to move.\\nHow build ourselves To war or where we were\\nA sickle moon looked on the clearing down.\\nThus every man turned thinkings to the moon.\\nTHE NAEEIMBA.i\u00c2\u00ab\\nThe slow blue serpent, the slight mouse-deer,\\nAnd others which run and crawl,\\nHold up the head, the foot, to hear\\nGeronimo s After the Ball\\nWhen night has closed down, and shadows dance\\nProm the cook s subsiding fire,\\nThe narrimba s music infuses trance\\nThrough camp to the heart s desire.\\nOur Nicaraguenses sit the ground.\\nWe pull at our pipes and gaze,\\nThe eternal trees engloom around,\\nGeronimo does the lays.\\nThat Indian, shrewd with the forest-ken,\\nWas made to make greenwood mirth.\\nThe happiest cutter in any ten\\nA tan Robin Hood by birth.\\nNone so well beats from the gourded keys\\nSome barbarous, eerie bars\\nAs gay Geronimo plays to these\\nIn the flicker beneath the stars.\\nIt is narreemba and Herommo.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "32 THE CANALEBO. THE TBOOPEB.\\nWhat camp, of ye canaleros here,\\nHas nights such as Espinal\\nWith a brisk narrimba clinking clear\\nAt evening carnival\\nENGINEEEIJSTG AND CAMPAIGN.\\nThe criticism has been expressed\\nThat the most military one\\nOf the professions\\nIs the engineer s;\\nBut Mr. Whyte (who s of the best\\nIn this, and sees his contract done)\\nMakes no concessions\\nThat the thing appears.\\nTake me, am I a fighting man\\nBesides we do constructive work,\\nAnd war s destructive\\nWhere s the likeness, then\\nAnd yet he forms, then drives his plan\\nIn rain and sun, through mud and mirk\\nFrom unseductive\\nCamps. So Mars Again,\\nSurely tis the imperfect view\\nTheir ruin most in arms to see\\nWhy, engineering\\nHavoc first employs.\\nThe soldier is constructive, too\\nHe is, of power and policy j\\nWhich are appearing\\nAfter he destroys.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE CANALJEBO. 33\\nTHE QUITTEK CAMP.\\nI shall hit at the end my refrain.\\nEdmond Rostand s Cyrano de Bergerac.*\\nWhen I left Camp El Pavon,\\nI my fellows heart who miss,\\nThe men loved me made it shown.\\nI was moved am proud of this.\\nWith my countrymen rebuff,\\nTake and give, is what I m at.\\nThey hate me, when felt enough.\\nI am also proud of that.\\nNICANOE.\\nGoing by a finca s door.\\nOut there came old Nicanor\\nWhere some pigs and people pen,\\nHe the captain of the men.\\nPallid, he had bound his head,\\nHad somewhat of fever, said.\\nDo you go, Senor Belknap\\nAsked he, as twere heavy hap.\\nYou don t know what liking, plenty,\\nStays behind you in the gente.\\nOr see Mansfield.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "34 THE CANALJ^EO. THE TROOPER.\\nWas it true And I shook hands\\nWhere the low up-looker stands.\\nBad his yellow face to see\\nWoodland- wise, with dignity.\\nOf your calentura mend.\\nMind of me. Farewell, my friend.\\nBackward by the finca door\\nPointy-hatted IfsTicanor.\\nHWANG.\\nA GAT enough rider, I,\\nOn the day after Christ did die,\\nOn the road out of Eivas bent\\nThrough the mango arcades I went\\nFor I on that day was free,\\nAnd I had friends by the sea.\u00c2\u00ae\\nBy night I should reach their camp,\\nAt Brito and mangrove-swamp.\\nMy thoughts and my rein were loose.\\nI mused There is Vera Cruz\\n111 diverge and see that town, too,\\nFor one Brito road goes through.\\nI beg to report, one did.\\nAnd earth of the place, God rid\\nHm. Leaving the highway, on\\nBy the general west of the sun,\\nAnd the right cross-road, this brought\\nSoon in sight the roofs I sought.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE CANALEBO. 35\\nOn a hill the houses piled,\\nOf ground-hue and white, red-tiled.\\nI climbed the ascending street.\\nAnd there at the thing I meet\\nIn front of a clean cuartel\\nI thought I was caught in hell\\nThe children and pigs at play\\nPor me further bedazed the day.\\nAt the building the soldiers lolled,\\nTheir low eyes upon me rolled\\nSome others were swarth and mean\\nAnd drunk at a near canteen.\\nI certainly had no choice\\nBut to steady my heart and voice.\\nI rode to the noisy, and\\nTo Brito the way demand.\\n(0 God! that I, of all dolts,\\nHad a forty-four gripsome Colt s\\nThey staggered and signed the road,\\nI passed with my horror-load.\\nBut ere quit of this Vera Cruz\\nI crost one of our men Jesus.*\\nOh, I spoke with a careless air\\nJesus, is that, back there,\\nAn actual man, in the tree\\nAnd he nodded up to me\\nAn enemy I suppose\\nOne of the republic s foes\\nHe returned that the corpse was Hwang, f\\n(Like a strange, struck Chinese gong\\nHeysMce. t His pronunciation of some Juan.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "36 THE CANALJSBO. THE TROOPER.\\nA puro, Jesiis, for you,\\nAnd I will my ride pursue.\\nWell, then, and how would yon feel,\\nWell horsed, with silver, nO steel\\nAnd I had, like a wild fool,\\nNamed my road in that devirs-school\\nIn a jungle cul-de-sac\\nI lost time what was worse, my track.\\nThrough a gentle farmer I find\\nAgain this, and I looked behind.\\nThe afternoon dwindled fast\\nVague distance yet to be passed.\\nI inquire, where some fincas are.\\nWith the answer the camps still far.\\nBut good to my ear the dirge\\nStole faint of Pacific surge.\\nThat night I was glad to be\\nWith Americans by the sea.\\nWhat if, in the dangled tree,\\nWas but Judas in effigy\\nThis hanging the people do.\\nThe Passion Week helping through\\nYet why did Jesus say Hwang,\\nAnd the son of a woman, swung\\nI thought (war rumoring nigh)\\nIt was Costa Eica s spy.\\nHowever, you have the whole\\nAnd I had a trepid soul.\\nThe apparition was nothing but the dummy, for the Nicara-\\nguans never hang. The fact learned later.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE CANALS BO. 37\\nMISS AND THE REPUBLIC.\\nGranada of this pseudo-Spain in glamours of your\\nday\\nMoulders a ruin, where the sun so ha^amers with the\\nray,\\nAnd through a window of that roofless palace\\nA lady is seen, as in a picture-frame\\nTis as if in some old chalice\\nNew California came.\\nFor she is young and incomplete and present, like the\\nwine;\\nAnd that is why I wonder so senescent is the vine.\\nAre then her race s hope and heart so tombless\\nThat it can flower so brightly, lightly now\\nIn a girl whose soul seems gloomless,\\nBy her Castilian brow\\nGray, not ungrand Granada, there are clashes in your\\npage;\\nSpain ages, but can your breast share the ashes of her\\nage?\\nThough young, and flung here when her prime was\\nsplendid.\\nEven in her child does her blood waste, so old,\\nNor let the fate be shended,\\nThe born career grow bold", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "38 THE CAN ALE BO. THE TEOOPEB.\\nWhatever of Iberian crumble work within your piles,\\nThough lean of Eome in hoary dome do mumble with\\ndead smiles,\\nIf mother Spain, your sire the West gave to you\\nThe strengthy strain to raise you to renown\\nBut you do not renew you,\\nOr cast your despot down.\\nStill would my hope and reason cope with sloth to which\\nyou cling.\\nLet other die, new birds must fly and should inspire a\\nspring.\\nTis your own daughter stands by the broke rafter\\nStands by the tilted stone a girl so white j\\nHer lips and eyes are laughter,\\nHer forehead is but bright.\\nThis is Zelaya s style The President the General don Joa6\\nSantos Zelaya, of Nicaragua. It is said of Mr. Zelaya that much\\nof his extortionate misgovernment is inspired by his shrewd and\\nruthless associate, General Gamez. I do not believe it, or that\\nZelaya is capable in any measure of being an underling. There\\nare the cynical doubts whether the Mcaraguans have not in this\\nautocrat the government they deserve, and whether another chief\\nwould not be weaker and therefore worse. Probably Zelaya is no\\nmore an unprincipled man than a good one he knows that the\\ncircumstance in which he finds himself needs a master and affords\\nperquisites. Of one thing I am certain, that I am giving him a\\ngood deal of attention. I saw Gamez, called to the soldiery at a\\njuncture of the Costa Kican emergency he was a flaccid sick man\\nup from a sick-bed and did not look like a determined one, an\\nimportant rascal, perhaps on that account.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE CAN ALE BO. 3\\nPHILOSOPHY AT SAN CAELOS.\\nHere in jour hammock as I smoke and swing.\\nAll day not doing, Howard, a damned thing,\\nI recollect a sight near a back door\\nWhen my crowd made up to this place before.\\nWe know the clime here heaven knows! and\\nthe dim\\nPurpose, the soul supine, and unnerved limb\\nThe suns, to which man has to be resigned,\\nThough inextinguishable is the mind.\\nI will be short, and you the moral reap\\nWhat I surveyed was a dead-bottle heap.\\nSo much of spirit signed as fled from here\\nWould make you wish we had some ice and beer.\\nBut what it meant was this, it seemed to me\\nHere man, with his immortal energy,\\nPeels it to stir, which never can arise\\nAnd so he drinks in dreaming where he lies\\nAnd in those shards he piles into the air\\nHe builds the monument of this despair.\\nQUO HE!\\nSuch people as you see in these hybrid climes\\nThis man, in the meanest of San Juan river-boats,\\nKnows something of strategy, and knows Omar s rhymes.\\nAnd wears in this heat (oh. Lord his one, two coats.\\nWith a slovenly person, I cannot call him tramp,\\nThe man has read more Greek than I ever will\\nI think that some broken texts he could revamp.\\nTo tell his race would puzzle a Sludge s skill.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "40 THE CANAL^EO, THE TROOPER.\\nA Nicaragua!! major opines that He\\nMay be a Eussian a Cuban half -Turk a Czech/^\\nSo he may or a spy from the southward he may be.\\nHe wears no cravat is gray, but not old a wreck.\\nHe talks of artillery with a tongue not clear,\\nLike no glib fool who knows not whereof he prates\\nHe broods the canal with the eye of an engineer\\nWho thinks of the crucial inch at Ochoa gates.\\nThe same he shows the acquaintance of courtesy.\\nWithout the habit. He mopes in the second-class.\\nHe holds with the ribald tales of gallantry,\\nAnd in any place might pass with experience pass.\\nThus notable a specimen traveling,\\nHe hardly, I guess, would have moved my minstrelsy,\\nHad not the frayed cosmopolite dropped this thing,\\nAn Italian feeling of English poetry\\nApparently in all languages something strong.\\nHe delivered this out of Anglo-Saxon s clutches:\\nWhat is that an Italian says of English song\\nThat it is a fire, which blackens all it touches.\\nWhat criticism I wince at the Latin s truth.\\nSo that s what they think of Will, or of Wordsworth s\\nlength\\nBut I believe that so rude is ours the youth\\nThey sweet subside, but we burn with the hope and\\nstrength.\\nI thank them, nevertheless, and the nondescript\\n(And where and by whom may not a mind be taught\\nInto whole new seeings by one stray fancy tripped),\\nEor a metaphor one of the truest ever thought.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE CAN ALE BO. 41\\nSOME MOEE OF DUNDAS VACIL.\\nIII.\\nBoca Colokado.\\nWere there a vessel steaming down a tide,\\nA narrow, speeding iron engine-realm,\\nAnd slie by a side current should be guyed,\\nGod help her of her helm\\nA cry at falling is in vain no more\\nThan the dead rudder See the hulk ashore!\\nOr else, take her black brother of the lands,\\nAnd fancy, if he went on a false track\\nFar through a Eussia, ere he understands,\\nNor coal to feed him back\\nUpon the bare plain gray would be that day,\\nFor how might he return to the right way\\nI know not which I more resemble. Those\\nAre like enough, as in or near their fate\\nAnd I have kept the course I first mischose,\\nUntil, it seems, too late\\nOr, on impelled by a despairer s cheer,\\nI soon should match the ship that got the sheer.\\nSay that the trampler held some fuel still\\nKetreat a cross-line build Too far too long.\\nOr found the hull, within the eddy s will,\\nTwas short she shot, was strong\\nWith steering way once more Well, of my tropes.\\nThis is the happiest one of heavy hopes.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "42 THE CANALEBO. THE TROOPER.\\nIf I could have, if I did have, an one,\\nTJian whom none lightly fairer there may be,-~\\nI think for all I ve done, and never done,\\nYou would recover me.\\nMy single love To me, in any hour,\\nYour memory on me is the reigning power\\nMy anger rose, and is the selfsame yet;\\nThat and an ocean part me from you still\\nBut what am I, whose heart will not forget\\nWild horses in its will\\nThere is no day before me but the one\\nI shall possess you, or have done have done.\\n^Tis bitterer to tread these lonely ways,\\nAnd such, I read, another man has seen,\\nThe while thy feet through pleasure s careless maze\\nStraying have brightly been\\nMy head young graying, following you girl,\\nThe far-off flitter of a ribboned whirl.\\nLife says we must not wait for what we lack,\\nBut I am tired and list not what arrives\\nSurround me whitely, for the world is black,\\nNor honor all survives\\nThe only sphere whencef orth this man can fare\\nIs love s which is not, with my love not there.\\nOh not complaining, but it is the pain\\nLess that you care not than I do require\\nBouRKE Devenish, A Prayer. A poem in a magazine.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE CANAL^RO. 43\\nly.\\nHeart and Manhood.\\nBrood on your wrongs from her you may, some moment\\nyou will start,\\nFirst taken by the brightest revelation of the heart\\nThe sun disclouds, and doubts and gloom and fever are\\nno more\\nTis only love that matters and dashes all before\\nWhat, when the -life is guided in the bridle of high-\\nmind,\\nHalf to prefer right worth to her, to sue her ever\\nblind\\nTo leave the lance a-leaning and to dandle of a glove Z^\\nTis honor sternly matters, and shall ride him over love.\\nVIGOR AT TAMBOE GEANDE.\\nAll the men who come, Lloyd Kneely,\\nFrom your energetic camp.\\nMention forcibly and freely\\nThat the place is devilish damp.\\nWhen you walk on solid treading\\nYou are oozing in the rains\\nWading when there is none shedding,\\nComes the sun and beats your brains.\\nIt s no fault of yours, Lloyd Kneely,\\nIs a torrid drench and brass\\nBut a push so steam or steely\\nIt will bring you to a pass", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "44 THE canal:ero. the trooper.\\nKneely takes his battered transit\\nAnd submerges througb the stream.\\nOut of water sun-rays glance it,\\nAnd the quetzals fly and scream.\\nYour canoes come down the river,\\nPeopling Hospital La Fe,\\nFull of fellows with the shiver\\nAnd the swamp legs they display.\\nYou ve a spirit that is brandy,\\nThough you mess on salt and soak.\\nKeep it up at Tambor Grande,\\nYou can boast the hardy joke.\\nWhat but it is over-hearty,\\nWisely, man, your verve remit\\nAs you re thinning out your party,\\nYou will be the end of it.\\nFor no engineer or mozo^^\\nCan support a speed so prone\\nAnd your number if they go so,\\nKneely ll break the swamps alone.\\nLa Fe.\\nYEAR AFTER YEAR.\\nThe Pebble.\\nI FOUND a pebble\\nUpon a strand,\\nWhich I wished that you\\nWould admire with me.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE canaliSro. 46\\nBut I grew a rebel\\nYou d not understand.\\nThe pebble I threw\\nIt lies in the sea.\\nOr Whose Heart?\\nThere is no escape\\nI see a shape\\nIn the sand, under spray\\nOf a southern sea.\\nA strange-indeed\\nWithered Heart-form seed.\\nDid I throw one away\\nHere it is for me.\\nSHIPBOAED.\\nI. Sea by Shore.\\nPresh away for bright Puert Limon\\nCrested welter steamer-overflown\\nNow down Nicaragua, and a-south\\nCosta Eica^ waives her haven mouth.^\\nAt Limon, the still screw s stern-spray drips*\\nOff prosperity of shore and ships.\\nThere was some scold in the Atlantic, I think so remotely as\\nthe editorship of Mr. Aldrich, somewhat like this: As Mr,\\nBrowning beautifully observes,\\nThe barrel of blasphemy broached once, who bungs\\nWho, indeed But my only point is to defend my ugly line,\\nsupra, behind the cacophony of Browning s.\\nBetter to err with Pope than shine with Pye.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "46 THE CANAL^EO. THE TEOOPEB.\\nWho need ask tlie denizen what s here\\nDark cacao, coffee finely dear\\nAll that bold Zelaya shuts or keeps\\nCosta Eica s freedom bales and heaps\\nHeavy fruitage dights the quay in piles\\nThey will darkle, then unlade their smiles.\\nThere is one flag floating Humbert s green\\nGermans, an American careen.\\nMuch I marvel at the zones, their stocks;\\nEairy countries, with romantic docks,\\nThese it is that yield the drugs and dyes,\\nThese the irons, strengths of merchandise.\\nWith the balms the packet too may part,\\nBut she ploughs the tiger to the mart.\\nRaging and the raptures are co-born,\\nWoman love is tender and is torn\\nAll the soul is sunny in one mouth,\\nYet that sky has lightning So the South.\\nNe er we dwell the palm or placid wave\\nBut the soft air dreams a sudden grave.\\nLook you on the balsam jungle tree.\\nAnd its luxury you smell and see\\nBid the mozo, loath, to his attacks.\\nAnd you spend the day besides the axe.\\nPibre-hard is every Central stem.\\nBlack tobacco vies in might with them.\\nMocha- Java s power of fragrant brown\\nLessens to the berry here-adown\\nEast and Arab which the Turk outdo\\n(In his cup), as equatorial too.\\nConcentrated bean cacao s rich\\nFeeds the frame in little many a pitch", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE CANALERO. 47\\nTastes fell poison deep their colors deal\\nIndigo, and the bright bug cochineal.\\nIn the grosser climes the fine is spun\\nIlards and potents from the softest sun.\\nKnowlton leaned upon the landward rail,\\nTelling through a Nicaraguan tale\\nKnowlton, redolent of miners ills\\nUp above the Momotombo hills.\\nThere in Nicaragua where they bore\\nFor the beaming, as the argent, ore,\\nOften do the drills the miner so\\nSaid, with anger do the drills stand wo\\nAn impressing troop, for some new fight\\nComes and takes my gente in the night\\nAnd the mine reft of a working band.\\nWhat can an American command\\nOf redress Consul or Washington\\nNotes the evil, lets the evil run-\\nNot upon a Briton s mine they trench.\\nOr of France the most prestige is French.\\nMatagalpa, our States colony,^^\\nWhere we are in numbers that is free.\\nBut the last time for I saw them then\\nShadov/ers they luent hy my shacks and men.\\nThis, this is my right and my appeal\\nIn his hand he showed the chambered steel.\\nCountry would not serve, except to start\\nVery tears from a wronged man of heart.\\nCertes, insult we have met, nor whirled\\nForce there, is one wonder of the world.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "48 THE CANAL^BO. THE TROOPEB.\\nMerchants know the navy, nations know\\nWhat the Shafted capital lets go.\\nOh, no more the anchor or the lead\\nOnce again the bounding bows ahead\\nII. Looks in the Wijstd.\\nI.\\nThat lady thought of me\\nWith the most natural girlish\\nPique, because I didn t see\\n(As she supposed)\\nThat she disclosed\\nA means to rhyme\\nAway the time\\nA truth with which I quite agree.\\nMost men on deck were certainly\\nLess churlish.\\nI have my reasons for\\nAvoiding a light fetter\\nThough I say I did deplore\\nHer error that\\nMy heart is Jflat.\\nBut now I bear\\nTor her no care\\nShe my approach had hailed before.\\nBut she has grown me to abhor.\\nThat s better\\nII.\\nIt always was so\\nHowe er you avoid", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE CAN ALE RO. 49\\nA beauty to know,\\nYour rest is destroyed.\\nI fought at a distance, and fell;\\nThis morning I live in the spell.\\nIII.\\nI can t interest this young woman,\\nShe may go to the pretty deuce.\\nCares not even to be inhuman.\\nFinish the voyage, for where is the use\\nIII. EOLLING.\\nSomething has struck us in the steam,\\nAnd lame upon a lazy ocean\\nWe loll in breeze and drift abeam.\\nExclaim by turns and feel Boeotian.\\nI ve apathy and pencil here\\nTo pass the equal leaden hour.\\nI mind me of the late half-year.\\nWhile comes and clears a squally shower.\\nFrom days of bush and nights of wet\\nI ve turned me worn but careless home j\\nFrom no much-noted life, and yet\\nWhat I have drawn one wisdom from.\\nStrange that the decades nearly mine,\\nWhose sum begins to warp most men\\nDown to the world, had failed align\\nMyself with their experience then", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "50 THE CANALERO. THE TUOOPEB.\\nBut six months of the sunken South\\nHave rooted for me from the core\\nOne pain that used to draw my mouth.\\nAnd seasoned me as not before.\\nThis from abrasion of the camp,\\nFrom man the soul and animal,\\nFrom middle sun and forest damp\\nI bring at least this capital\\nThe stranger s glance and word aside,\\nThe comment scarce mis-heard of friends.\\nTo treat as they did not betide,\\nAnd not to speculate their trends.\\nIt is the course we need observe,\\nThe course which now I find I can,\\nAnd enter with an easy nerve\\nIn talk wherever gathers man.\\n^Tis not so hard (so habit finds)\\nTo keep out of the consciousness\\nWhat may be said which never binds\\nThe subject of the arrant guess.\\nBut what is hard, and where I learn\\nMe weak as most are, is to make\\nNo sign what I think I discern,\\nLest others I myself mistake.\\nOh, there Mercedes says, and shades\\nHer gazing with a sunlit hand.\\nAnd there, two sea-smokes trailed the Trades,\\nClose by the cliffy Cuban land.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE CANALEBO. bl\\nYon little craft, unfold tlie war,\\nAnd why so swift ye hug the coast\\nMine or Alfonzo s Hunted or\\nOn merchant chase, to do your boast\\nOn Kingston s English tide there lay\\nA long old carrier of the foe,\\nBiding and iron, briny gray,\\nKeeping her cover, or to go.\\nDUNDAS.\\nV.\\nSignless.\\nII.\\nWhat floivers of blue\\nAnd hrilliant, too\\nCan I ever send to you!\\nAh that old line\\nI did design.\\nWhen I had a thought for mine^\\nWhich held you far\\nIts viewless star.\\nWhere the Cross was radiar.\\nMy memory\\nWhere sea and sea\\nDid divide and desolate me.\\nEut no more near,\\nKow home and here,\\nOh, the vain, unyielding year", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "62 THE CANAL^EO. THE TROOPER.\\nThe empty door,\\nAs long before\\nStill to vf ear unrest I wore\\nStill to repine,\\nLike that old line\\nWhere the palm and plantain shine.\\nEOME AND ENGL AND NEXT TIS THOU.\\nScene The Nicaraguan Canal two oceans observed.\\nfPflRSONS A lady Destiny a few Fleets.\\nYes, dear, you must stand on that.\\nBut ifs narrow as a slat\\nNever mind, dear, take your fate.\\nIfs my ocean-ocean gate\\nOf all kinds of use to you.\\nHere they come what shall I do\\nThey vyill come, they will not stay.\\nThey want Trie to go away.\\nNever mind, dear, stand you there\\nOnly say a little prayer.\\nYes, they petulantly meet\\nWith concussion near her feet.\\nThey the sharp and swanny ships,\\nWith the trouble at their lips.\\nAs their anxious friends are found\\nLet them lash out lightning round.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE CANALERO. 53\\nLet them shortly strow the flood,\\nLet them sweet the salt with blood.\\nLet them limp, as they will do\\nWhile they crack the others too.\\nWhen yet half are riding on,\\nWhen the others are all gone,\\nLet Columbia, standing there,\\nPin her cycle in her hair.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "CRUDE METAL.\\nI can sneer at a pair of spurs,\\nOf the silver kind of shine,\\nWhich spent the speed of a puny steed\\nOn the roads of the Tola line.\\nAnd a heavier pair I hold\\nTis cavalry they were for\\nBut their solid brass is unmeaning mass,\\nFor they never were worn in war.\\nThey may dangle their rowels four,\\nAnd all of the four are none.\\nMy heart avers that I have no spurs.\\nAnd the devil a spur I won.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE TROOPER.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them\\nPrinting their proud hoofs i the receiving earth.\\nPrologue to King Henry V.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "NOTE.\\nPrescott H. Belknap, a member of Colonel Roosevelt s Rongli\\nRiders, who has lately returned states that personally lie\\nfared well, and lie appears to have no cause for complaints which\\nothers have made regarding their welfare. Mr. Belknap was\\none of the men who were left behind when the expedition was made\\nto Cuba, and he remained at Tampa, where he had the care of\\nseveral horses. He states that others who were left in Florida\\nwere bitterly disappointed at not having a chance to fight. Mr,\\nBelknap states that there was no malaria in camp, notwithstand-\\ning the many assertions which have been made of its presence\\nthere, and the fact that large numbers have succumbed to its effect\\nfrom their experiences in camp at Montauk. Boston Evening\\nTranscript, September 20, 1898.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE TROOPER.\\nTHE DEATH EOEEFIGUEED.\\nWere I of worth in battle, once annealed,\\nMore cold than generous my pulse would be,\\nFor I believe my fate would be my shield,\\nThat there is not mortality for me.\\nBut in another kind of furious field.\\nWhen I have struggled by green gurgle bound.\\nThe vivid serial past whirled through my brain,\\nI less have apprehended to be drowned\\nThan deemed me elsewhere due the final pain.\\nNot in the climes the sun flies raging round\\nHe strikes me to the soil, though dizzying\\nWhere swum I the lagoon, the jungle thrid.\\nPassing the sharp shark and toboba s sting.\\nNor may the Eome of life s red army bid\\nIn tumult bid my spirit to the wiog.\\nThat heart, though concoursed more than well it can,\\nWould beat to dream, if e er such storm below\\nAs whitens at this hour on waif and man,\\nA friend would find me through Siberian snow\\nSome Cossack kind, a strange Samaritan.\\n63", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "64 THE GANALJ^BO. THE TROOPER.\\nIn conflict safe, give me for blood remorse\\nAs fever, too, need, ocean I survive.\\nIn other guise the agonizing force\\nOn my last strength will rushingly arrive,\\nPortended, where I perish by a horse.\\nPor life, in hazard s access, be there room\\nFor twinkling vision and resolve to cope\\nBut when the time full sees the scar of doom\\nLet me look straight and shut my teeth to hope,\\nTaking destruction s flashing lapse to gloom.\\nTHE LAST OF YACIL.\\nYI.\\nOne, Ones.\\nOh affinity\\nThat is fair\\nBut a soul must be\\nCeasing care\\nWhen the other will\\nNot respond.\\nGiving all for nil,\\nWhere s the bond\\nEven devotion must\\nHave its coin\\nFeel return and trust\\nIt rejoin.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "THE TROOPER. 65\\nWho repeats a kiss\\nOn the dead\\nOr to live, nor this\\nEaise her head\\nAy and what a change\\nTo have burned\\nInto ashes strange,\\nThough unurned.\\nWhat is in the gaze\\nOf your eyes,\\nNow, that their same rays\\nI despise\\nShould you see me more,\\nDo not look\\nOn the one you wore,\\nShent, and shook;\\nDo not raise the old\\nScorned desire\\nSpare yourself the cold\\nIce of ire.\\nYou are unf orgot\\nN^ever mine\\nThrough the common lot\\nLies my line.\\nO er my sea you crost\\nLone the sea.\\nI knew love and lost\\nQuit you me", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "66 THE CANALEEO. THE TBOOPEB.\\nVII.\\nOne Alone.\\nWhen there is only one,\\nAnd that dream doubts, is dreaded, and then done,\\nAnd ^tis no more the heart-break of a boy,\\nHow, love, you do destroy\\nThe clearness of the brow\\nIs gone. That may be little to avow\\nBut the fine faith in deeper life departs.\\nAnd voids the heart of hearts.\\nThe sun has left the sea,\\nWhere now all leaden, sullen billows be\\nThe friendly land, the past, is foreign, blind\\nHkted, and left behind\\nTHE INFANTRYMAN FEOM SAVANNAH.\\nThank God for grace Upon the evening first\\nI entered rutty Tampa, carelessly\\nAlone among the townsmen, and yet more\\nIn army peaked sombrero, J passed all\\nLooking into the light beside, to choose\\nA comely dining-room, if such there were\\nAnd such was none but somewhere I sat down.\\nSoon afterward another took his place,\\nIn uniform.\\nMay I trouble you to pass\\nThe pepper", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "TSE TROOPER. 67\\nSo, one having spoken once,\\nWe had a conversation of an hour.\\nA plain-faced fellow, most like Maryland,^*\\nIn part, and that is mild, with somewhere fire\\nThe one Savannah gentleman, I think,\\nI ever chanced, of Georgia s Second foot.\\nMyself designed to troop with Eoosevelt, he\\nDeliberately drawled, as he explained\\nHow our two camps might promise for the front\\nEye-musing here and there, with what he said,\\nHis hopes horizon burst be-flied four walls.\\nWhen we walked out we waited for his car.\\nWe were fair company that hour of grace,\\nMind intimate, and yet reserved as two.\\nWe inclined and turned without each other s name.\\nTwo chips afloat, which by a chance attract\\nAnd pause together, then as lightly part.\\nI wonder if that man and I, awide.\\nSoon shake upon Bellona s common sea.\\nRABBLE THINKINGS OF A GOOD OEFICER.i^\\nThe old, undying feud of blackguard against gentleman.\\nTheodore Winthrop, The Canoe and the Saddle.\\nIt is the penalty of praise to wake\\nThe murmur the unwilled and worthless make.\\nThe rankest fog hugs on the stillest fen,\\nThe foulest thought fumes o er the marsh of men.\\nWhy cannot honor, like the armored sun,\\nLook down and lance away the unrolling dun\\nBecause the lurking cloud reeks not so high\\nAs e er to meet the lance of honor s eye", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "68 THE CAN ALE RO. THE TEOOPEE.\\nTHE PEAISE OF THE NAG.\\nI. Dawn s-Token.\\nI.\\nAt boatswain-shrill the hammock s wight\\nSwings down to deck a frowsy start\\nIn hollow streets the end of night\\nSounds with the milkman s early cart.\\nAnd monkeys, in far southern ears,\\nCrash long before the forest day\\nAnd Rocky birds, when dawning nears,\\nForetell it hunter and his prey.\\nAy, has each sort his morning sign\\nA visitation or a call.\\nSo listen, I will tell you mine,\\nThe most romantic one of all.\\nII.\\nWhen I, at midnight s turn of tide.\\nAm waked to watch and walk till day\\nRelief, have left my friend to bide\\nRolled up upon his bale of hay.\\nDrowsing with one mate more, whom next\\nI shake the shoulder, come his hour\\nWhen I to be disturbed was vexed,\\nBut now have pleasure of my power", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE TROOPER. 69\\nI round my ninety jfards of rope\\nAnd bless my babies where they stand\\n(What noble slumber or I cope\\nWith some estray, with hay-filled hand.\\nThe silly stroller caught, or cursed\\nA light-heeled, wilful breaker- way,\\nI do not care. I know that, first.\\nMy work is trusty, great, and gay.\\nI laugh to any painful fool,\\nThis starry toil is worth the wear\\nAnd, master in horse and woman s school,\\nAll life were splendorous and fair.\\nA few my babies on their flanks\\nSleep sometimes, like less nervous men.\\nA head s turn, brushing nose is thanks\\nTying one fellow up again.\\nI went up to the cooky s fire\\nFor water cool in Tampa night.\\nI smelt mamita s salts, denier\\nA soldier should be shot at light.\\nBut what was that\\nIII.\\nThe broncos cough\\nUpon the palette of the east\\nNo color yet, but tis enough\\nTo take me to my line of beast.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "70 THE CANALEliO. THE TROOPER.\\nWith couglis in my line, then there broke\\nMore spirited from M to here.\\nHorse-guards you hear them they disehoke,\\nAnd now the morning must be near.\\nFor subtle, newer breath than night\\nThese stirrers in their gullets feel.\\nEre one Eoan break of bright\\nThey wake and shake, they bite and squeal.\\nII. Tempest.\\nThe weather lias a wonderful effect on troops in action and\\non the march rain is favorable.\\nGeneral Shekman, Personal Memoirs, Ch. XVII.\\nHow in the tents, old marshal\\nWhen Thunder vaults in his car,\\nAnd his steeds advance of the blighting glance,\\nAnd he drives them, roaring far?\\nErnest from horse-line made\\nFor a vacant tent his dash\\nIn the firmament s Babel took to the table,\\nOn which he was wet with splash.\\nTerribly gay the rate\\nOf these thunderstorms coming down I\\nThey dazzle and detonate.\\nAnd a private is killed in town.^", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE TROOPER. 71\\nPandemonium s laughter,\\nOr an anger of High God\\nBut we go to Tampa after\\nNo sleeping on this swamped sod.\\nWell could the major order\\nFor the animals some such care,\\nSaid Ernest, who was their warder.\\nAnd looked from the table there.\\nNow is the horse in malice,\\nAnd our brutal boots, too, kick.\\nWe move the strand where he can stand\\nOut of water, proudly sick.\\nErnest says there are trees,\\nA line of poplars they,\\nWhich, in a perpetual breeze.\\nHave learned to lean back, away.\\nPoplars of Charlesgate stand\\nA column before the sun\\nWhen autumn-attainted, the foremost painted,\\nThey grade to a last green one.\\nPictures that will not do\\nLike a string of fish the troop\\nA line of mane against the rain\\nWill forwardly, sadly stoop.\\nThe commanding officer was twice obliged to the extreme\\norder for the men to pass the night where they could. Some did\\nin the fodder cars, others more gaily in Tampa.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "72 THE CANALEBO. THE TBOOPEE,\\nTHE TAMPA-LEAGUER.\\nTried little Tampa taxed in each resource,\\nTill roofs unwonted feel of simple need\\nEeviled unfaithful, being o erpowered with coarse\\nImmense demander more than you can meed\\nBut it bewrays what were right siege s harms,\\nWhen you, surrounded by no alien arms,\\nEndure their friendliest breed as such afflictive force.\\nClean is the man, but not his monstrous mass\\nThe loyal city kind, till dearth with throng\\nAnd here (unfortunate it comes to pass\\nThese Mars and merchants speak each other wrong;\\nWhereof there bawls and brawls the baser press.\\nThough all the country s ill should render less.\\nBut camps, when they are strong, all civic cause outclass.\\nBesides unvictualled, see the hapless town\\nIn vast lone windows of her burgh Ybor,\\nOr Hobo city soldiers call it down,\\nWhere the cigar now nearly makes no more.\\nSome few panes liven, where the buildings breast,\\nBut signing Tampa and a trade distressed\\nHavana held in war, we light few leaves fine-brown.\\nSuppose you never heard, then thus they tell\\nOne curious life, once noted at Key West,\\nKey West, where self -said fishermen the swell\\nSailed out come back with f umible the best.\\nThe customs cutter scorns so small and vile.\\nBut little mainsails Cuba raise soon-while\\nAnd, on return addressed, bear weed v/hich selleth well.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE TROOPER. 73\\nHowbeit cockle smugglers^ I relate\\nThe man Tobacco-reader. Do we think\\nThe twisters of cigar preserve their rate\\nTen hour, unaided lest they drowse or wink\\nKnow that a newspaper and novel leads\\nTheir lickings, as tobacco-reader reads\\nAnd him they pay their pink a purse above their state.\\nNow neither he nor are the craftsmen here,\\nWhere Tampa beggars for the strong supply\\nAnd, marking other manufacture drear,\\nSome naked stacks mar smokelessly the sky.\\nWhen, though the town so poor, comes far and wide\\nThis Tampa-leaguer, on the level side\\nA city gaunt of eye pressed by encampments near.\\nYet blame nor regiment nor citizen.\\nStint in the streets, sick toil is in the tent\\nThe town but can contrive some crowded den,\\nWhere blueboy finds but hardest merriment.\\nBut (thanks to God the soldier shortly scorns\\nThe vicious penny-a-liner, whom he warns.\\nPear not. Sir President the army be true men.\\nCLAEK, OF THE SAl^TIAGO CAPTAINS.\\nOn the verses understood to have been sent by Mr. R.\\nKipling, with works of Mr. Kipling s, to Captain R, D.\\nEvans, U. S. N.\\nWhat, here is the Kipling sailor too\\nYou are doing the world s desert\\nA Jungler cheer, a jingle-eer.\\nAnd a battleship expert", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "74 THE CANALI^EO. THE TROOPER,\\nBut your books are a great deal better\\nThan the stumbling stanzas scan\\nWrite Evans a prettier letter,\\nAs you have a hand that can.\\nAnd do it or not, but if you do\\nIt won t hurt Evans at all\\nFind out what captain the fleet looks to\\nTo bandy the battle-ball.\\nNot all is said of the Gloucester,\\nOn the bridge where Wainwright scowled\\nThe vice of the Maine he lost her\\nIn peace, ere the shells yet howled.\\nThe rifles of Indiana\\nThe first, though by all sped by\\nSpoke loud and late, and pointed straight,\\nTo be true as Taylor s eye.\\nAnd Philip fought the Texas,\\nl^OT Evans but fed the shark\\nThe pennant let fly ten thousand shy ,2^\\nBut doubled the Spaniards Clark\\nAt least it is so they say who know.\\nAnd saw that Sunday morn.\\nAnd the Oregon to Cervera run\\nAs she ran around Cape Horn.^\\nThe impersonal manner in which the exploits of the Oregon\\nare spoken of popularly is astonishing. What a man is, such is\\nhis house. What a commander is, such is his command. The\\nRough Riders were their brilliant colonel. To say the\\nOregon is to pronounce the synonym name of Captain Charles", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE TBOOPEB. 75\\nNor Clark is the first man silent\\nWhere fame was exchanged for fudge.\\nAnd this was the thought the navy caught,\\nAnd they are the Jacks to judge.\\nYour decks, good fellow, recall their worth\\nThence British glories rise\\nYou re the only breed on the face of the earth\\nThat tells to itself no lies.\\nHow ceaselessly things glide, like thieves, my head,\\nMost unrelated things,\\nPowers, forms, imaginings\\nTheir course by strange extraneous spirit led\\nNov?, winding on his wings.\\nThis morning muses back to yesterday,\\nAnd my head-hearings hark\\nTo one met half in dark\\nA sudden girl, warm porcelain more than clay.\\nThen comes the rushing Clark\\nThe girl a slender willow which is straight\\nA voice which, harsh sometime,\\nChooses for me to chime\\nBrown eyes, which know my blood will not abate,\\nAnd steps with mine which rhyme.\\nClark. At the Atlantic port Clark had to put into, on his way\\nto Admiral Sampson, his chief engineer came to him and said\\nCaptain, you will have to give me a full week here to get the\\nengines in form again. We are going, Clark told him, to-\\nmorrow morning. The engineer may be an excellent officer, but\\nCaptain Clark is an historical commander. His work is text-book\\nof his profession.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "76 THE CANAL^RO. THE TBOOPEB.\\nSo I recalled her.\\nBut she was expelled,\\nAnd fancy on me wrought\\nWhere Sampson s flood was fought\\nThe running ships those havockers and helFd\\nWith shells which cried or caught.\\nWide on the wave the thunderers and, o er,\\nTheir fire-curves knit the sky.\\nThere, Iowa holding high,\\nHer sanguine sailor of our waters war\\nSaw Clark come up hurl by\\nSo Eobley s rolling turrets must hold breath,\\nWhilst Oregon was thrown\\nBefore him from his own\\nHer swifting, heavy surge swept, bowling death.\\nAh too, on that Colon.\\nClark let again the stricken chase to view,\\nAnd Iowa freshly roars\\nBut say what reason scores\\nTogether a light maiden, met anew.\\nAnd Spain upon the shores\\nQUE. SHADOW OE POETO EICO.\\nRumor and rumor came, and changed and dinned,\\nAnd went, till each new prospect met with gibe.\\nBut one word grew at last which held the wind\\nWhen many a man remembered he had sinned\\nHis heart with lurid vision could describe\\nThe mounty isle still trenched with Spain s dark, doubt-\\nful tribe.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE TBOOPEE. IT\\nMovement and muniment were held, in hand\\nDismission towards the vaguely venturous\\nSuspended o er this squadron of command,\\nO er close and rolling leagues to leave the land.\\nThe war broke down But, for deep days, as thus,\\nIf we failed Porto Rico, yet it came to us.\\nSo on a night of pest and stive,\\nEveryone surlily just alive,\\nTressure exclaimed I want\\nLittle more of these foolish ills\\nDamn the officers, flies, and pills,\\nI m for a useful jaunt.\\nSaddled his horse the horse-guard fails j\\nMost of us sleepless on the bales.\\nWho will go with me Swift\\nGet on your bones and come along.\\nGentlemen, we will, going strong.\\nManage to bring a whyfft.\\nSwift and Tressure broke camp that night,\\nVeering away from the sentries sight.\\nEling to a sentry back\\n(Tressure told him), if they demur\\n^Letters Commanding officer\\nThen they will let us track.\\nSpattering into and out of ditch.\\nHurrying through the midnight s pitch\\nTressure a son of lands\\nHe and Swift, who jehu s a hack\\nIn Chicago, and nothing slack\\nThey are a pair shake hands.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "78 THE CAN ALE BO. THE TBOOPEB.\\nInto Tampa and out once more.\\nPorto Eico that was in store,\\nThey to a challenge yell.\\nOnly the ropes of the smith s bough-shack\\nTearing down, on the gallop back,\\nCame they and all was well.\\nTHE TWO MOETALITIES.\\n(In a troop-train northward.)\\nWhat lies beneath the fameless stone,\\n(When straying feet surprise the sod,)\\nAppeals so in its need, alone.\\nWe aid it with a wish to God\\nSo most we, meek and mutely plead.\\nConceive the voices of the dead.\\nFor they are deep yet nigh again\\nDeparted still how intimate\\nFrom far, they keenly cry to men\\nTo hope them high ere join their state.\\nIn answer we, remotely near.\\nThink tenderly to them the drear.\\nBut, near to no uncertain bones.\\nThe stranger stands in one astound\\nWhere, bold and loud, eternal tones\\nBaise very clarion around,\\nAnd that one knows who holds the breath\\nThat what is here was never death\\nThe sadder relics, where they blend\\nIn element, implore our care;", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE TROOPER. 79\\nBut these, tlie great, v^e nothing lend\\nWe gain the whelm of pride they bear\\nTheir dust itself a vital shrine\\nWhose mind was daring and divine\\nSLEEPING IE ONE S CLOTHES IN AN\\nAKMOEY.\\nAnnoyed and ailing, and impatient, in\\nThe Jersey City armory, with its din\\nXJnintermitting far into the night,\\nThe arcs and sight-seers aching on the sight,\\nI said Now Vll repose and when I d said,\\nSome people came and watched my dunnage spread.\\nWhat square impertinence effrontery\\nCan t I lie down, but gapers come and see\\nCan t a tired trooper roll his blouse and books\\nFor pillow, but a whispering rabble looks\\nI took my boots off, and lay on my floor\\nWrapped in my blanket, angrier then than sore\\nBut having on the foe made my attack\\nA thorough curse-you-! glance and turned my back.\\nThe persons went.\\nThen I was left alone\\nTo muse their manners no worse than my own.\\nMy tired mere privacy was my right there,\\nBut don t I at the crude-conditioned stare\\nOne surely ought to feel, nor need to learn,\\nAll human, still, is in their lives who earn.\\nBesides, I say the Jersey citizens\\nWere looking at them without any lens\\nThe kindest, really hospitable folk\\nOur train which came from Tampa ever spoke.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "80 THE CANALERO. THE TROOPER.\\nNot but that everywhere along the line\\nWe met receptions rather over-fine\\nA draft of hostlers we, and were acclaimed\\nAs if our moiety, Santiago-famed\\nWe were, avoiding all these scenes we could,\\nHailed at all towns a war-worn brotherhood.\\nBut when at Jersey City once arrived,\\nAs heroes we could not be uncontrived.\\nNot Cuba men, we told them t was no matter\\nWe could not pay five cents for soda-vf ater\\nWe got cigars and idiotic cheers,\\nBartenders would not take our coin for beers\\nAnd, as the rations less were to our mind.\\nAt different boards we daily double-dined.\\nWhy should we not be shows, then, to these fellows\\nThey did not poke us, did they, with umbrellas\\n(Such were the thinkings crossing my closed eyes,\\nWound on the floor, not bothered much by flies.)\\nAll that was asked of us by twos and tens\\nWas loaded shells of our Krag-Jorgensens.\\nIf one of us had died to rest his clay\\nThere was not half a volley in Troop A.\\nMister^ give me a bullet\\nHaving turned,\\nSomeone of my unsleeping had discerned.\\nMister, give me a bullet and there stood\\nA dainty friend I had and, yes, I would.\\nFlorence was tall, her asking eyes so pretty\\nThe slenderest grace of twelve in Jersey City\\nSo took my cartridge with a contact such\\nBoth child and beauty warmed her finger-touch.\\nShe ran av/ay, and I felt restful-cheerier.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE TBOOPEB. 81\\nThey cleared and dimmecj the lofty, long interior.\\nPorms settled down, and filled a silent spot\\nI, with the schoolgirl in my thought, forgot.\\nWhat so had Oxford even a younger flame.\\nOne day a little lady to him came,\\nWhile I was in the car, the guard to stand,\\nAnd offered fruit and simples in her hand\\nSo seriously sweet, without a wile.\\nThat it was quite impossible to smile.\\nI asked if she had seen the puma, and\\nTook her all round the armory by the hand.\\nSome others tried to stop me in our walk.\\nBut I d not leave her with them would not talk.\\nShe was such company, we soon had grown\\nConspicuous for straying all alone.\\nI got a hardtack sound for her to keep,\\nWhen she uplifted the sincerest peep,\\nSaying, beside her thanks, with thought of me,\\nWas I not hungry, and it time for tea\\nO say said Oxford, (one of his tongue-tricks,)\\nTo see the very graciousness, at six\\nHer nurse came, and it hit me on the raw.\\nThe sweetest little girl you ever saw\\nTHE PEAIEIE SEAT.\\n(For N. M. L.)\\nHave you seen the plainsman s style.\\nAfter them to round them up\\nSmile, for whim and pleasure smile,\\nAs he keeps the ridge s top", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "82 THE CANAL^BO. THE TEOOPEB,\\nPiping his falsetto pipe,\\nWhich is distance longest cry\\nWith a sleeve his face to wipe,\\nGalloping against the sky\\nWhirling out his dart lassdo\\nBound the truant legs or neck\\nCareless as the wind of you\\nIndian-easy nothing-reck\\nSo the puncher goes his race,\\nWaving up a balance arm\\n^Tis a figure with a grace.\\nWith a sunny cheer and charm.\\nCAMP PRESTO.\\nTis, from the cistern passed all day\\nBy drivers handling their mule-reins,\\nAbout half-way\\n(Or more, it may,)\\nTo the place of the transport-ships and trains\\nFrom that shy cottage cluster, red,\\nWTiich off its cliff-side nearly spills.\\nAs o er bestead\\nBy canvas-spread\\nThe cavalry near, with its horse-ridged hills.\\nThe cistern stayed above the road,\\ni rom Ours and cars this equal walk,\\nStands, pumped and flowed\\nWith good cool load.\\nPerhaps at the summit of all Montauk", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE TBOOPEB.\\nAnd soTitli from this height hugely crowned,\\nTowards ocean, and by rough degree,\\nWith bound and bound\\nDescends the ground\\nTo the level green of a sea-ward lea.\\nThat gleamed one morning, bright and bare\\nAs through Columbian, Indian years\\nAt noon down there\\nI sent a stare.\\nAt a finished camp of the engineers\\nTheir faultless right and forward line,\\nTheir even points of tented snow,\\nDone while we d dine.\\nAll done, and fine,\\nWere a wonder, even where wonders show.\\nAs on the cistern eminence,\\nI ve seen a soldier, under night,\\nSit on the fence\\nOne pen-perpense\\nAnd write his letters by lectric light.\\nTHE BROKEN ELOWER.\\nThe nearest that we were to war\\nWas when the troop came home,\\nAnd all of us who had a floor\\nLeft it to lie on loam.\\nThe stalwart in a stumbling stoop\\nTheir great eyes in a smile", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "84 TRE CANALERO. THE TROOPER.\\nAh. we could hardly cheer the group\\nSo changed from late erewhile.\\nAnd who was come and who was dead\\nAnd who was still to die\\nOur darlings to their tents we led^,\\nAnd warmly sat us by.\\nThe dutiless and dirty press\\nWas hubbub o er such fate,\\nAnd staining with all scurril mess\\nOur generals and our state\\nThose gentlemen who finely toiled\\nBut here s the guilt, when bared\\nYou nation with the tongues embroiled,\\nYour name is Unprepared\\nPEMBEE, OF THE EEGULAR EIGHTY-SECOND.\\nNow steady, steady, P ember, and do not go so pale.\\nSaid Pember, I can t help it or disguise it that I ail\\nOh, what a captain I to take my men against the gale\\nBut they are coming, Pember; you had the word to\\ncharge\\nYou passed it doiun, and there they come, up from, the\\nbushes Tnarge\\nHis horse was shuddered, he broke sweat, his men looked\\nover-large.\\nRide down and form them His aivay from where we\\nshall be racked.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE TROOPER. 85\\nHe spurred upon his company, as though by him at-\\ntacked,\\nDid Captain Pember, crying white, and in a voice that\\ncracked.\\nOh Pemher, Harry Pemher, hut battle is so large\\nEight forward, easy company, till on the ridge s\\nmarge.\\nHe brought them up on Droning Hill. Now follow\\nme men charge\\nOh Captain Harry Pember the foremost fort-ward fell 5\\nThey shot his coward heart out with their massed ma-\\nchine or shell\\nBut they shot a new a soldier s in his memory to\\ndwell.\\nTO THE UNTEAINED TEOOP-HOESE.\\nI admire your nerve, but your judgment, as the\\nlocomotive said when it was charged by the buffalo. A Plains\\nSaying.\\nYou are delicate, powerful too\\nA danger yourself, yet afraid of a newspaper s\\nFlutter you have speculation and seeing\\nA judgment wild a,t a footstep-fall.\\nYou re a beautiful frame and strenuous,\\nA petted ?.nd petulant little thing.\\nYou are a baby resemble a woman\\nExacting, demuring to silly sounds\\nYou who could kill me with one right blow\\nBut kill me you wont, or save yourself\\nLess able to this as your need is dire.\\nThe pain you feel from a neighbor s hoof", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "86 THE CANALEBO. THE TROOPER.\\nJust screaming away from tlie hateful-heel\\nForgets the idea to lift your own.\\nYou and a woman are twainly those\\nHelpless, who are admired the more j\\nBoth being loved inevitably,\\nKnowing the pretty cares you are\\nA pair surpassing each poor distress,\\nLet a girl catch skirt or Loco strike\\nAt the quack who salves his Tampa sore.\\nYour coarser breed with the shag long-ear\\nHas a reason tough and he has it whence\\nSagacious, and shrewd, and unperturbed.\\nThe human may trust for sign to him\\nWhere frantic you d wreck with yourself the world\\nBut you are the graceful fool and he\\nIs the singular wisdom-and-Caliban\\nUnregarded the negro sorts\\nWith his harsh and content, in all hard ways\\nAnd I do like a nigger and a mule.\\nThe happiest match on the wide world round\\nWhy, a mule would kick me for my white face,\\nAnd Cunny would want his lines from me.\\nBut you for a nuzzling simpleton\\nWho want your oats ere your nose-bag s on,\\nWhirl it a third of a hundred yards\\nHigh and behind you then stand as scared,\\nAstonished, and looking affronted Oh,\\nSo foolish a fellow feed your grain\\nFrom the ground and grit your teeth withal\\nThe gaunt Bezonian, Roman-nosed,\\nPitched a major and captains tway", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE TBOOPEB. 87\\n(Fighters, but not for a raw-boned fray) j\\nBut, as a bare-back beast, disclosed\\nA. decent old waterer every day.\\nThere were Loco George and Loco Jim,\\nStrikers called, with a glance of hell\\nRushed, and trampled you if you fell.\\nThe second, would few men fool with him\\nBut George a good fellow, once he was well.\\nThe Telegraph Pole (as he held his head)\\nChose that his bridle and cheek divorce\\nFor we were a ladderless mounted force.\\nThe Baby marched with a careless tread,\\nAs much of a man as a heavy horse.\\nDoltish some, and some with acumen\\nBucking, and easily backed to ride\\nTrustful, and distant devil-eyed\\nCharacters various as the human.\\nSave but the sort of the self-relied.\\nPHILOLOGY OF THE AEM.\\nCarbine, Oxford that is right\\nFor the troop we ll hold it tight\\nWe wont pinch the sound to een;\\nEnglish brute, but French is mean.\\nStay our friends from Cuba call\\nSpanish here the best of all\\nCarbine, carbine, neither say\\nSpaniards better Mauser, they.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "88 THE CAN ALE EO. THE TEOOPEB.\\nHad, like our Krag-Jorgensen,\\nTliat been carbine-shortj what then\\nOurs but barks like honest Towser,\\nSpain s had still been tigerish mouser.\\nA PAIR OF SONNETS.\\nI.\\nThe only heroism was always thine\\nWe vain and minions have the force, the field.\\nTo take the liberty we less do wield\\nThan follow, as that flood may make its line;\\nAnd also we did never things to shine,\\nSith that which we are for is, not to yield\\nAnd sith our honor should but be revealed\\nTis wrong to praise it in us undivine\\nBut thou who from the very first of life\\nHadst loneliness, unborne upon career\\nBut thou, thy son who lettest to the knife,\\nIf that may be, and smilest with the tear\\nBut thou, worn by the long and waiting strife.\\nHast the high heart, my lady and my dear\\nII.\\nHe is not a man should to his hand arrive\\nSome float upon these waters, he may swim\\nHe has the force of brain, the form of limb.\\nBut never can without an aid survive\\nBut men do breast when fates do most deprive\\nThe soul resurgent stern is not of him\\nNor Shakespeare s settled scan all down our dim", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE TROOPER. 89\\nThe scorn of Byron not the heart of Clive.\\nAnd if he had them all, they would not serve\\nHis tides of men have been and passed him by,\\nTheir little waves were found enough to swerve\\nHe never to the minute nicked the nerve\\nCommission sins omission is but lie\\nAnd what can God but let the coward die\\nTHE AEMY.\\nTo prove to a callous people\\nThat the sense of a soldier s worth,\\nThat the love of comrades, the honor of arms,\\nHave not yet perished from earth.\\nMiles Keog s Horse\\nAn easy centaur, in drawing near,\\nLooks almost shy at us Volunteer.\\nHe does not trouble to raise his hand\\nIndeed, he doesn t quite understand.\\nNext Ours there are tents where all within\\nIs nice as the neatness of a pin\\nWe sleep two or three, with the gear of more.\\nWhile those clean tents cover three and four.\\nAnd, down at their kitchen-tent, their meat\\nIs more from the rations than what we eat.\\nWe fork our complimentary fare,\\nAnd feed the puma with what s to spare.\\nMy fellows who led up the hill San Juan,\\nGot laurels never to be foregone\\nBut, mentioned with less of the public thanks,\\nWest Point was there, and his seasoned ranks.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "90 THE CANALJSRO. THE TROOPER.\\nThey pleasantly smile on others feasts\\nPerhaps they mutter about foul beasts/\\nAs neither the strainers nor themes of lung^\\nThey do their orders, and hold their tongue^\\nTHE PEAISE OF THE NAG.\\nIII. Watering Seen in the Distance.\\nYou Eegular horses,\\nA wave of you courses\\nThe undulous land\\nYou trot with your riders\\nYou toss, you outsiders\\nLed in the hand.\\nBright the brown turf is\\nSweet the skies surface\\nThe puddle is blue\\nAnd watering s a gay thing.\\nDone as a play -thing\\nBy troopers and you.\\nThen, what pretty pleasure,\\nAll draughted your measure,\\nYou loosened ones fills j\\nBack on a free scamper\\nThe mounts, with each camper,\\nTripple the hills\\nThey coming behind you.\\nThough spirits so mind you,\\nYou run to your line", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE TBOOPEB. 91\\nLike kittens, I think you\\nYour legs, though, (which wink you,)\\nAre thread-like and fine.\\nAnd so, to your standing,\\nThose strong men commanding\\nBoot up with your mates!\\nThey scold you and feed you\\nYour whole line, I heed you,\\nIs gnashing, and grates.\\nlY. Passage.\\nAnd that is a scene of them this is a sound.\\nI lay on my boarded ground.\\nAnd hollow along it, and into the tent.\\nThere rumored of hoofs that went\\nIn bland, continuous thunder-wake,\\nYet thousand of separate shake\\nThe tremor of trample and trot on the tump\\nAll cleaved by their singing trump\\nSilver\\nIn rumble or rubble,\\nEolling long.\\nUnseen, they are trooping through my head,\\nWith their intricate roar of tread\\nSay a squadron s fifteen score of force,\\nThree hundred of Yellow the Horse.\\nAnd the fretfullest charger must chafe in file.\\nOr be gore in the mouth the while.\\nBut they re shouted and bugled wheeled into rank\\nWhirled cutlass and carbine clank.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "92 THE CANALEBO. THE TROOPER.\\nHalted\\nNow silent, a-flutter\\nSidewise strong\\nV. Beauty the Beast.\\nIts nights we watched we nursed it sunned and sick\\nWe fed it drooped before Floridian rain\\nWe only need have soothed for start or kick,\\nThat face, so gallant, flashes least from brain.\\nA being but soul alone, or mad or kind,\\nIts frame requires a judgment s hand and plan.\\nBut v/hat that animal yet means of mind\\nHow high-expressed, in terms of it, is man\\nChivalry, caballsro, fire, and charms,\\nThe horse named And substantiates this more\\nThe fields coquette of qu_iet-camped arms\\nThe terrible woman that is wife to war\\nTO MAJOE-GENEKAL LORD KITCHENER,\\nOE KHARTOUM.\\nFrom thy gray scarp I view with scornful eyes,\\nIgnoble broils of freedom most unfree\\nFear nothing, mother, where the carrion lies\\nThat unclean bird must be.\\nMr. Kipling s suppressed Quebec stanza.\\nI THOUGHT they made you baron, Sir Herbert, of Khar-\\ntoum,\\nFor where you came your very name denounced of Eng-\\nland s doom", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE TROOPEE. 93\\nA baronet or knight is light it is a sort of lie\\nTo tell what kind of soldier keeps clear an Irish eye.\\nIt deeply serves, to be polite, if you be dubbed or peer.\\nAnd for that matter you have friends, American\\nand here.\\nWould hold you more than Sherman, than Wheeler more\\nrespect.\\nAnd would, to meet you, take the first Cunarder would\\nconnect.\\nToo sterling they d not flatter you we at their men-\\ntion twit,\\nAnd laughter goes around with them, they liven bar-\\nroom wit\\nBut most Americans would say. Sir Herbert Kitchener\\nWould say they would say nothing They would be\\nsilenter.\\nI m told they have ennobled you. Lord Kitchener, of\\nKhartoum,\\nYou know of sweat, and what s a bet you those, my lord,\\nillume\\nISTor you regret a baton, as Wolseley, Eoberts wield\\nYou d rather hold the watchful sword than sit and sway\\nyour field.\\nMy lord, but you must make one think of Cuba, as Khar-\\ntoum;\\nWe had a by-play with the Spanish, valiant in their\\ngloom\\nBut we are not Soudan we are another man\\nWhat do you think, if Irish eyes were hither brought to\\nscan", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "94 THE CANALJ^EO. THE TROOPER,\\nTO THE CAMBEIDGE MEN\\nAftek the Football Game op 1898 Won from Yale.\\nNote. The stanzas here impute or state a certain Harvard\\nlachesse. The impugnment is unfortunate for me, as coming from\\na camp soldier and no footballer. I will, however, entertain any\\ncompliments.\\nThe trouble with Harvard, in antagonism and always, is inde-\\ncision in conjuncture. The dictate of force must be accepted at\\nits access; for at such instants as it does occur, it is all, and\\njudgment simply has no bearing. Eeady in act as wit. When\\nlife is dice, don t think. I have no position to criticise the\\nHarvard play, and I have done so.\\nOnce more the shining bough\\nThe habit not to yield 1\\nFor is not, Harvard, now.\\nYour viler season sealed\\nThe game, the world-work calls.\\nWith HoUis in the halls i\u00c2\u00ab\\nAnd Eoosevelt from the field.\\nThe soldier of state his deeds\\nMark how a strength is right\\nYour close converser leads\\nYour feeling what is fight\\nYou have your fire, or glints.\\nBut you ought, with these flints,\\nTo stand as strong as white.\\nWhen strain is hard and high,\\nNor wall of Yale will swerve,\\nClear ye the clearer eye\\nAnd string a sullen nerve", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE TROOPER. 95\\nKo Hollis then at heart,\\nAnd Eoosevelt set apart,\\nBe you the men ye serve\\nFor this the rider sits\\nIn capitolar sway\\nTo show good men and wits\\nTo be the men they may.\\nSo he who to you came,\\nWhom you should dread to shame,\\nMeans, if he do not say.\\nThus they illustrate one\\nAnd one inspirits how\\nHeads may be o er-fine spun.\\nAnd never were enow\\nNo lighter sneer at strife\\nThe going in is life\\nNor dirt of it must cow.\\nMatching in strenuous sweat,\\nWith friendly foes at war.\\nThe battle look you get\\nFrom Eli s boot and oar.\\nFor brave is fine and sweet.\\nFit to kiss women s feet,\\nOr have of heavenly more.\\nOh, guard the gains of grace,\\nThe letter, lore, and lyre\\nBut you must be their base,\\nWhich only bears them higher.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "96 THE CANAL^BO, THE TROOPER.\\nMake Veritas, the truth,\\nYou gerLtlemen and youth,\\nThe power, as well as fire\\nCHIEF OF A!\\nOh fervid Captain whom I never saw.\\nBut needed not behold;\\nOh fighter with the intellect for awe j\\nOh sword ensouled.\\nYour withered hundred hear the last command\\nThere comes no lighter laugh\\nThey think with gloom, though gladly they disband,\\nHow we are chaff.\\nCould they forget their one without compare\\nThe leader best and worst\\nOh bright to save, oh swift to overbear.\\nWho made them first\\nBut blood, when worn, is sweet as is a rose\\nA woman has even thrilled.\\nOh blameless breast, oh envied of repose.\\nOh battle-killed.\\nKeferring to the game to which these lines revert, the hope\\nwas expressed, to an undergraduate, that Harvard would prevail\\nagain and v/in the 99 match with Yale. He answered We have\\nalmost the same team, only one or two of the old men gone.\\nWhat more do you want\\nCould any speech he more like Harvard What is wanted is\\nthe game. Means may he thus or so but the whole matter is the\\nobject not them.\\n[The 99 game a tie, Yale shows up the better, as Harvard was\\non her own ground.]", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE TROOPER. 97\\nIn soaken soil, oh darkly left and laid,\\nToo dull to fight or feel\\nOh gleaming memory unf orgotten shade\\nOh quick O NeiU!", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "DUNNAGE.\\nI NEVER think that sadder things\\nWere any man s at ease\\nNo friendship I had ever clings\\nI might at least have these.\\nMy khaki and my merest shirt,\\nMy spurs and shading hat,\\nThough army-mine they only hurt\\nMy haply glancing at.\\nI might have fomid on San Juan Hill\\nMy silence or my sword\\nMy death, or duty lived through still\\nThou only knowest, Lord\\nI only know a soldier I\\nHave never really been\\nAnd meanly these things meet my eye,\\nFor might they have been mean.\\nThe things must burn, save only one,\\nTwere half with tears to part\\nMy blouse I smoke in when all s done,\\nIt held shall hold my heart.\\nA soldier I have never been.\\nNor officer I may.\\nBut, if you ve lost your longing s scene.\\nWork, man, some second way\\nThat is the fate of all but few\\nOur chains but do not clank\\nBut, life how have I drunk to you\\nThe bitterest e er I drank\\n99", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "AMERICA TERRENIAi ULTIMATE\\nIMPERIALISM.\\nBecause I do believe my land\\nMust in its own way expand.\\nAs fate and fathers planned\\nBecause our federated form,\\nMart and mountain, coast and warm,\\nCan stand to any storm,\\nWliile some diffuse colonial aim,\\nRather than the closer frame.\\nWere weaker than this same\\nBecause, compact, we grew and grow\\nAwfuller to aught of foe,\\nOn rock of right Monroe\\nBecause we cannot roam with wars\\nTo the rounding elder shores.\\nAnd justly at our doors\\nStill say, so Europe frown, but fear,\\nThis is free your hemisphere\\nYou HAVE YOU come NOT HERE\\nTherefore, I hope that, leaving far\\nIdle isles Avhich turn or bar\\nOur steps on paths which are,\\n101", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "102 THE CANALJSBO. THE TEOOPEE.\\n(So soon as safe and wrought to peace\\nPitted for their own release,\\nOr gift Japan s increase,\\nWe shall resume the place our birth\\nSigns and lay that stream whose worth\\nIs our next strength on earth.\\nThe sister of Suez is to be,\\nOn the Western inter-sea,\\nWhich none must hold but we.\\nEthics were earlier than Monroe,\\nHonor was, and reason so\\nNov do these change and go.\\n~FoT the Eepublic is the moat,\\nEor the castle of the vote\\nDefence and wealth afloat.\\nBeside for which we ever longed\\nPower, with Darien funnel-thronged,\\nTo make our kind unwronged.\\nIt is our station s first behest\\nThat we ward each lesser West,\\nNo comer shall molest.*\\nOn behalf of Great Britain, this clause was dropped into inter-\\nnational law by Mr. Cecil, the Marquess of Salisbury, the head of\\nthe English Ministry at the date of President Cleveland s Ven-\\nezuelan Message to the Congress.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "AMERICA TEBBENIA. 103\\nAt home, at hand but let ns build\\nAs is plain to be fulfilled\\nGrow circumstanced, and skilled\\nAnd like the states unite the seas\\nSpread the pink to shake the breeze,\\nSamoas and Caribbees.\\nShall be its flutter s shadow worn\\nDown the lands the liegeless born,\\nThe coasts from cold to Horn.\\nThese yet be young, increscive hours\\nAnd to gird the earth with towers\\nUnconcentrates our powers.\\nIt still were wise to keep renewed\\nOur eld creed of longitude.\\nTill none may dream intrude.\\nOnce fully here we rule the air,\\nGathers to Columbia s chair\\nThe all-terrestrial care.\\nWhen from this blue, unbuilded dome-\\nShe will wield the world at home.\\nGreater than Guelph and Eome.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "NAMES AE D TEEMS.\\n^America Terrenia. Unconventional Latin for America of the\\nworld.\\nAnd a private is killed in town. Several soldiers of the Tampa\\ncamps were killed by lightning certainly three. One man\\nwas struck in Tampa as he was about to open a door, doubt-\\nless running for shelter.\\nArmadillo. The sounding the Spanish II as y is almost invaria-\\nble in this Doric. Thus armadteeyo. Neither, in Nicaragua,\\nis there a Castilian d, unless at words ends.\\nBoca Colorado. Our mouth of a river is effluent, this of the\\nColorado receptive, where it delta s with the San Juan. The\\nColorado loops down and up again, in Costa Rica, south-\\neasterly, then round and up north-easterly to the Caribbean.\\nOne doubts but it is naturally the main river, as deeper and\\nnot less broad than the arm continuing the San Juan s name\\nto Grey town.\\nBoNiTA. Pretty one.\\nBrito. This name of a hacienda becomes the engineers syno-\\nnym for the canal s Pacific mouth. See the subject, Lake-to-\\nBrito Line.\\nCaballero (cabayaiVo). Hardly any more of the Spanish b\\nthan d in this run-down Latinette.\\nCanalero (canaZairo). As who should say canaller. It is\\neverything to be a canaUro in Nicaragua you need nor pass\\nnor passport.\\nCanteen. Cantina (caniecna). Bar-room.\\n8 Cardenas and Zelaya (cardeuas, zelj/a). Dr. Cardenas was\\nthe President, with the capital at the aristocratic Granada;\\nGeneral don Jos6 Santos Zelaya is the President, seated in\\nhis palace at Managua. Dr. Cardenas, representing civiliza-\\ntion, heads the Conservadors General Zelaya hnndles the", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "106 NAMES AND TERMS.\\nLiberals in the interest of rapacity. The state of society is\\nlike that formerly of the Scotch highland clans an American\\nsouthern parallel to the famous feuds of those exists at this\\nhour in the strifes of the three considerable cities of Mana-\\ngua, Granada, and Leon. In the very time (1898) when war\\nwas imminent with Costa Rica, Leon made a momentary stir\\nof uprising, restive under Zelaya s Managua rule. The Nicara-\\ngua a Conservador, like the clansman who followed Roderick\\nDhu s bannered Clan- Alpine pine, wears the color of green for\\nCardenas and Granada, and Zelaya of Managua s adherents\\nthe government\u00e2\u0080\u0094 wearied\u00e2\u0080\u0094 neither side pretending to dis-\\nplay the flag of Nicaragua. Both the leaders are men of good\\nfamily. The demagogue is a charming person certainly a\\nbold man he has Nicaragua under the saddle and rides it with\\na good seat. Let me hazard that he is the force Zelaya is\\npreventing consummation of the alliance of Nicaragua with\\ntwo other states, as the Greater Republic of Central Amer-\\nica while he lends himself, astutely, to the keeping the idea\\nin the air, in order to conserve friendship with the two neigh-\\nbors. For he has his hands full. Cardenas, with his exiled\\nConservadors, lies in the inimical Costa Rica, with whose gov-\\nernment they have a natural entente. Natural because the San\\nJos6 government is aristocratical like the Cardenas Revolu-\\ntion. More than this, it is the Costa Ricans policy and am-\\nbition to get any foot of frontier on the canal, which their\\nboundary for miles only narrowly fails to reach now. They\\nentertain and aid the Nicaraguan Conservadors on the engage-\\nment of these to cede to them a canal frontage if the Revolu-\\ntion succeeds in reestablishing the Granada regime. But if\\nthe canal is to disuse the San Juan River from Grey town to\\nthe mouth of the Colorado, and is to adopt this effluent in-\\nstead, the Costa Ricans will have their desiderium without the\\nConservadors assistance, the Colorado flovring through Costa\\nRica; and presumably this would give them the canal s Carib-\\nbean port as well. Still, these are only two of a number of\\nroute-variations considered.\\nCascabel (cB.scH.hel) Little-bell is a dainty name for the rattle-\\nsnake. Propitiative, like the Greeks Eumenides for the\\nFuries\\nCasthxo (cRsteeyo). This squalid town, at the rapids of the", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "NAMES AND TERMS. 107\\nSan Juan, has its name from the hateful black old fortress\\ncrowning the almost superiucumbent height immediately\\nbehind a structure fairly insulting to the regard. Lord Nel-\\nson, before ennobled, was here a young officer in that fright-\\nfully unfortunate English expedition which took tlie fort\\nfrom the Spanish, but was afterwards overwhelmed by them\\nwhen the men were swimming in the river. The valor of\\ntheir retreat, from their ancient enemy, on his own ground\\n(then), their condition of destitution, dizzy fever and dying,\\nare one of the showings of British gallantry under absolute\\nreverse. The decimation was the tenth men left, or some-\\nthing like that. Only the horse of Private Miles Keog got\\naway from the death-fight of Custer, as (was it?) only a\\nsingle man from Thermopylae (if that), but the English in\\nthis expedition were almost as brave. Query in what\\nmeasure owing to the presence of Horatio Nelson Query\\ndid possibly the Spaniards show some indolent mercy in let-\\nting such men escape The Greeks were the noblest among\\nthe three carnages; they were defending their Hellas; but\\nwe were surrounded by the savage with whom we keep mean\\nfaith, and the English were on conquest. Now, this is the\\nessential difference between the United States and the United\\nKingdom, that the world shall come to us by a gravitation,\\nan accretion; coming not brought through blood and not\\nbound. The all-Anglican union is Columbia holding the\\nskein. That many Englishmen know it like Goldwin\\nSmith is not so remarkable as that fewer Americans per-\\nceive it themselves. But the hour is not now. We have diges-\\ntion to perform at home before going abroad to lunch on\\na Philippines. The Philippines are to be reduced to the awe\\nof the American flag, then cleaned up and disposed of. It\\nhas been saying that centralization is no longer a principle\\nof the Republican Party, but whichever Party shall embrace\\nit as its own will elect the Presidents. It took a Lincoln to\\nkeep whipped-in the part of a loose-bundle-of -sticks nation\\nand press it through the Civil War. We see the same diffi-\\nculty now: we see the motley of the treasonable and the\\nfaint engaged in an encouragement, of some efTectuality, of\\nthe Filipinos in rebellion against us. If we have not for\\nforeign or outward policy a national establishment so firm", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "108 NAMES AND TEEMS.\\nas that an administration can freely ignore malcontent ^roices,\\nthen we shall never be fit to be imperial we shall dilute our\\nconsistency, we shall disintegrate very certainly in a scatter\\nof dominions. Local freedoms in the Union Americans will\\nhave; to extend the same rights to all external members\\nwhen such possessions can wisely be received; but until our\\nadministrations be empowered with absolute headship of\\nthese, nationally, remote territories will be follies. We must\\nconverge into a centralized, compact government, as to the\\nextraneous world, before we wear its crown a government\\nresponsible to none and nothing but the next election. And\\nany slightest protectorate of the Philippine archipelago would\\nbe as committal as their retention. To reduce them to the\\nrespect of our greatness, then to heal them and humanize\\nto do these things our honor is bound. After which, to turn\\nthem over neither to the tactless abrasions of British rule\\nnor (for a joke) to the fool of Prussia but to the Mikado,\\nwould be to leave them to the hands of a brilliant, equally\\noriental race, partly Malay itself, pretty well our friend (if\\nnot quite trusty), who would know how to govern them.\\nMeanwhile, we have our maturity to evolve, our solidity to\\nconsummate, and an enactment to make passing ultimate\\npower to the President of any tremendous times. The re-\\npublic s safeguard relies in tlie right of the House to impeach.\\nAll this is business at home. Governor Roosevelt misbecomes\\nhis forcible ability in his feeling indeed it is greatly more\\nhis sentiment than his energy of mind that wherever the\\nflag is once floated, there it must stay. President McKinley\\nhas spoken, as Koosevelt should speak, within a statesman s\\nbounds, and has said that wherever the American colors are\\nassailed the knee shall bend under their shadow. Then the\\noffender may go. He may come back to us of his own seek-\\ning when we are sublime.\\nChocolate (chocoZaMay). Interesting, if misrhymed. The\\ncomino la chocolate, or its mud, looks like the residues of\\nits siesta namesake, in the rainy season. Small blame at-\\ntaches to the government for these bad roads. Macadam on\\nTelford would not stand the torrent and bake, or at all events\\nwould be of mighty cost to keep repaired. There is one fair\\nroad between Rivas and San Juan del Sur.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "NAMES AND TEEMS. 109\\nColorado. Refer to Boca Colorado.\\nCommission. Of the various American expeditions to Nicara-\\ngua, on canal surveys, this was the commission composed of\\nRear Admiral John G. Walker, U. S. N. (Retired), president;\\nMajor Peter C. Hains, Corps of Engineers, U. S. A. and Pro-\\nfessor Lewis M. Haupt, C. E. Civil Engineer A. G. Menocal,\\nU. S. N., accompanied not officially. Erom the fine former\\nsurvey conducted by Mr. Menocal for the United States\\nand from his deriving from it the bold high-line conception\\nfor the construction he is perhaps the first professional\\nauthority on the canal project; this if our own distinguished\\nchief engineer, Mr. E. S. Wheeler, of Admiral Walker s expe-\\ndition, may not now equal even Mr. Menocal s mastership of\\nthe stupendous problem. The work is something in the\\ngrand which must be wrought to perfection and play to the\\ndelicacy of a watch. Winds which heap the lake waters, thus\\nsinking their surface left behind; variable evaporation; ter-\\nminus harbors gathering sand-bar from the sea deluge, and\\nutter drought solid stone, bottoming miles of the San Juan\\nRiver these are some of the complexity of difficulties con-\\nfronting the Nicaraguan Canal engineer. Yet professional\\nopinion has steadily accrued to the Nicaraguan location.\\nThis expedition of Walker s went down by the gunboat New-\\nport, leaving New York on December 5th, 1897.\\nCoKRALiLLOS (corraleeyos). One Rio Grande camp.\\nfi Costa Rica. The state south of Nicaragua is a distinct soci-\\nological contrast. The country is orderly and busy; there\\nare many resident foreigners thrift and railroad are devel-\\noping the wealth. The ladies of San Jos6 and that capital\\nitself are much admired.\\nCuartel (quarfeZ). Barracks-and-guardhouse.\\nCutter. Bush-clearer; machetero.\\nDunnage. The soldier s bundle. (A neologism\\nEl Pavon (pahvowe) A camp on the Rio Grande.\\nEspiNAL (espinaZ). First camp after leaving the river Lajas.\\nHere is the little divide, the highest land between lake and\\nPacific, starting the watersheds either way.\\nFmcA (fincai). The farmer s cot, distinguished from the house\\nof the broad hacienda. It is made of upright poling, not\\nclose, so that sight and breeze pass through. Swine do so", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "110 NAMES AND TEEMS.\\nby the doors. The roof is a very deep thatch, or, more pros-\\nperously, of crocks of the culvert shape.\\n6 friends by the sea. The U. S. S. Alert, cruiser, was cooper-\\nating with the Commission from the Pacific, doing hydro-\\ngraphic work at the Brito end about the shore and the\\nGrande s mouth. The Ale^^t was also playing peacemaker,\\ncommissioners of Nicaragua and Costa Rica meeting on board\\nto compound against a war, this event threatening between\\nthe states.\\n7\u00e2\u0080\u0094 from Mto here. The reason the troop lettering, from A to\\nM, does not denominate thirteen troops, instead of the nor-\\nmal regimental twelve in cavalry, is that there is no Troop J.\\nGarrobo (garr/iobo) Male to the iguana q.v.\\nGentk (Jmitj) People generally. More particularly folk,\\nfarmers, woodmen, camp-hands, soldiery. The word very\\nfrequent.\\nGeronimo (heroiiimo). Popular musics (like his After the\\nBall only reach this agreeable performer in their very old\\nage. His own wood-notes are antic strange with break and\\nredemption of measure totally sad under pretty. N. B.,\\nhalf Spanish and Indian.\\n^Granada. The city chiefly cosmopolitan and polite, and the\\nmost ancient.\\nGrande The con siderable Rio Grande meanders from the little\\ndivide westward to the ocean, the valley it leads one of the\\nmost valuable natural features of the western side.\\nGkeat DivroE. The mountains towards the river San Juan\\nbetween Greytown and Lake Nicaragua. See Lake-to-Brito\\nLine the parenthesis.\\nGreytown. Or the Nicaraguans San Juan del Norte. It is\\nnot singular such misnomer familiar in geography that\\ntheir San Juan del Sur, on the PaclQc, is a trifle higher in\\nlatitude. What is notable, about Greytown, is that while\\nwithin forty or fifty years it had a harbor naturally, now\\neff ectually it has none. The sands of the Caribbean have\\nheaped a hopeless bar. Your steamer rides outside, and you\\ngo out to ^er by a shallow propeller. A canoe a Mississippi\\nstern-wheeu J with risk would pass over the bar into the\\nonce port of Greytown. This recent imposement of the\\nocean, this sand-bank threshold, a phenomenon as it is, turns", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "NAMES AND TERMS. Ill\\nmuch eDgineering idea away from tlie proposal of break-\\nwaters here, and to some alternative eastern terminus for the\\ncanal. The town is a considerably cheaper edition of Chelsea\\nin Massachusetts, less vigorously vile than Vallejo in Cali-\\nfornia. By the way, remember, to speak of the pest of the\\nEnglish, of which we must be rid their (pseudo-their)\\nMosquito Coast the capital is Blewflelds correctly. The\\nnewspapers have turned it into Bluelields. Simply a literary\\nmemorandum but even good atlases give it Biueflelds now.\\nlOHoLTJS. Professor HoUis is, conspicuously, the principal\\nman on the spot getting the courageous force out of the uni-\\nversity undergraduate material. After this game the under-\\ngraduates dragged him through the streets in a wagon.\\nIguana. Female great lizard. Garroho (g.v.) must be a jok-\\ning agnomen for her mate, and he regularly iguano.\\nJesus (hej^swce) In camp were two of this name, more than\\none Cruz, and a Santos.\\nJuan harshly, hwan. From a rustic mouth, even hwang.\\nLa F\u00c2\u00a3. This hamlet of the Faith, at hand from Grey town, has\\nthe system of expeditionary buildings, which have housed\\nvarious parties. La F6 was headquarters and hospital.\\nLago (lahgo) Always meaning Lake Nicaragua in the text.\\nLajas (lahhahs). Rio de las Lajas. For the character of this\\ndemented Flagstone River, see the note on the Lake-to-Brito\\nLine.\\nLake. Lieutenant G. C. Hanus, in the soundings of his con-\\ntingent navy party, found a continuous depth in Lake Nic-\\naragua which had not been suspected. A very favorable\\nthing, as the lake must afford more than a third of the com-\\npleted waterway. There is, of course. Lake Managua, with\\nManagua on it, the capital, but the larger sheet is the lake\\nthe lago in canalero terms. Its name applied by the abori\\nginal race was Cocibolca.\\n^Lake-to-Brito Line. The survey prosecuted by Mr. J. W. G.\\nWalker s party, from the sontli-west of the lake to the\\nPacific. This line westers using all the valley advantage of\\nthe river Lajas, the Limonel (watercourse) p- i the rivers Tola\\nand Grande. The Lajas is a crazy stream sometimes it flows\\ninto the lake and sometimes out of it; otherwise it has a bar,\\ncrossed dry-shod, where it adjoins the lake, and then inti-", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "112 NAMES AND TEEMS.\\nmates with the water of this under the bar. Six miles west-\\nward (about) from the lake and this individualistic estuary-\\ncomes the little divide Mr. Walker s second camp was pitched\\nthere at Espinal. (The great divide is east of the lake;\\nwhere the mountains, although they diminish there, strike up\\nthe Trade winds so that these only alight again towards the\\nlake s shore where the mouth of the Lajas is surfing too the\\nfeet of the neighboring Madera and Ometepe.) From the lit-\\ntle divide the Tola basin is dipped into a concavity of \u00e2\u0096\u00a0which\\nthe eye from any of the surrounding heights can take in the\\nwhole, and see a magic of opaline color. By Tola and Kio\\nGrande, and swamp of mangrove, you get to the Pacific\\nOcean, at the mouth of the Grande. This broad debouch-\\nment is promising, if Grey town is well-nigh desperate for\\nthe port on the east; though now it would no more than\\nmake a roadstead for pilot-boats or oyster pungies. It will\\nrequire expanding commodiously for oceanic customers.\\nBrito is the name of the locality, a hacienda s name, just\\nas half the Nicaraguan geographical names are names simply\\nof place.\\nLeon. Leon, if the largest city, has the reputation of retaining\\nSpanish tradition inveterately less liberalized than Granada\\nor Managua.\\ni^LiMON, Puerto Limon (pooaiVto limowe^. The flourishing\\nCaribbean port of Costa Rica.\\nLittle divide. See the note Lake-to-Brito Line.\\nMachete. Curiously enough, the machetes are all made by\\none man, a Mr. Collins of Hartford, Connecticut [1]. The\\nEuropean makers send out machetes stamped Collins [2], but\\nthe natives can tell the genuine steel by glancing across the\\nblade when turned up to the light, and they will take no\\nother [3]. I noticed the first and third facts. The quota-\\ntion is from Notes on the Nicaragua Canal, a pleasant book\\nby Henry I. Sheldon, an antecedent visitor. The pronuncia-\\ntions are matcheiay, matche^ty, (carelessly) matched\\nMadera (made?/ra). See Ometepe.\\nManagua (manaft wa). Hardly a trace of the g in the name of\\nthe capital is spoken. Managua may have 10,000 population.\\ni^Matagalpa. The Americans up in the northern hills, de-\\nvoted to coffee planting and other interests, are numerous", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "NAMES ANB TERMS. 113\\nenough to render the to vvn describable as an American col-\\nony. We go home and marry and our wives don t has^e to\\nlearn Spanish at ivlatagalpa. The Americans had to hang a\\nmurderer there. There are exceptions to what remains the\\nrule that Americans living in Nicaragua are such as somebody\\nor some law would like to catch in the United States.\\nMoMOTOMBO {-tomho). A place on Lake Managua looking up\\ntowards the highlands.\\nMoNTAUK. Camp Wikoff, on Montauk Point, w^as named after\\nthe ranking officer who fell in the war with Spain.\\n1* most like Maryland. Fatti maschii, parole femine The\\nMaryland motto and the same of the state arms is neither\\nmore nor less than the proprietary barons Baltimore, or now\\nthe Calverts who disuse the title. I think most Marylanders\\nunderstand the Italian as The deeds of men with women s\\nwords which is very characterizing of their generous state,\\nbut seems inaccurate translation.\\ni^Mozo (toozo)o a man of the station of toil Gente (q.v.) is\\nhe collectively, in the most frequent sense.\\n^6 Narrimba (narreemba) A xylophonic musical instrument\\na frame of a bench s shape with wooden keys struck over the\\nhollows of gourds.\\nNewport. The yacht-like gunboat (though she sadly trims by\\nthe head), a barkentine, did some conjunctive commission\\nwork about Greytown, like the Alert on the other side\\nNicaragua nicaraft wa.\\nNiCARAGUENSB (nicarah wjewsy) Adjective or person. And the\\nplural accordingly Nicaraguenses, nicarah ioewsies. Pro-\\nnunciations with a playful effect, apt to the subjects.\\nI ^iVo rag so royal Our flag, almost hopeless to drape, is in\\nthe sky the gallantest. The British is the handsomest and\\nits body of field, and that field s being red, are fit to denote\\nthe solidity and sanguineness of its nation. The German\\nstandard, bearing some black, is impressive there is a grace-\\nful majesty in the Italian standard of green. The gor-\\ngeous yellow and red of Spain is imagined as of the proudest\\nflaunt, especially remembering it as dominioned.\\nOcHOA (otchoa,). The section of the San Juan Kiver in the\\nOchoa region was (still is contemplated for the immense\\nsingle dam, if such the canal s construction, to be risen to or\\ndescended from by locks to its east.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "114 NAMES AND TERMS.\\nOmktepe {ometepQy) Om^tepec, the first Spaniards heard it\\ncalled. This striking volcanic cone and the lesser Madera\\nrise from the dual island of their base dimensions out of Lake\\nN. in its south-west. Messrs. A. P Davis and C. W. Hayes\\nascended Ometepe in course of their work, a feat very infre-\\nquent, so much so that it is twaddled that the mountain was\\nnever climbed before. Although it has convulsed within\\nfifty or eighty years it is judged to have thrown its last lava.\\n18 O Neill.\\nCould they forget their one without compare\\nThe leader best and worst?\\nOh bright to save, oh swift to overhear\\nWho made them first!\\nIndeed, no one would compare such generous spirits as Cap-\\ntain William O. O Neill and (of Troop L) Captain Allyn Capron.\\nBut when O Neill commanded Troop A, as the senior regi-\\nmental captain, and a man of his instant and vehement will,\\nthis troop was the troop of the prestige. At Montauk this\\nwas a tradition of A an excellent, but much junior, officer\\nthen commanding, Frantz.\\nPlantain. Few gente will eat plantains like an American, and\\nvice versa; they are their potato, our dessert. They have\\nthem at both the principal meals, cooked while the skin is\\ngreen, when the substance is no better than a candle. Potato,\\nadmitted, is a tasteless thing and a habit; but when the plan-\\ntain is ripe and yellow, and then cooked, it is sweet, very\\ngood.\\nPuerto Lemon. Sse Llmon.\\nPuma (pooma). Josephine, the mountain-lion, has been called\\nas hateful as handsome, but she was only passionately shy.\\nTrying to discourage your approach, she would retreat to the\\nend of her chain and roll on her back, and spit and spit away\\nprettily under your ruthless admiration. Aside from this\\nweakness she was a great, savage, playful kitten many a\\nforgetful man jumped with a whoop, at night, feeling her\\nslyly frolic paw on his heel from behind.\\nPuRO {pooro). This is never made so large as an ordinary\\ncigar, the tobacco is so strong. It is rolled, and sold mostly,\\nby women. Puro varies from the Spanish pwrcs.\\nQue gente (kay henty)\\nQuetzal (quetzal) Distinctively native, radiant bird.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "NAMES AND TERMS. 115\\n^^Bdbhle Thinkings of a G-ood Officer. The following lines are\\nseen quoted from Lowell s i)ara, a poem I have not read:\\nThe frank sun of natures clear and rare\\nBreeds poisonous fogs in low and marish minds.\\n20 Rations. One may trace signs that, before the Civil War, the\\ninfluence of the South was almost prevailing, in the navy\\nwhereas (after having given Farragut and Porter to the na-\\ntional rather than the state canse) the contrihution of men\\nfrom the South to the navy s tone is now no more than equaS*\\nto that of the rest of its personnel. The pronunciation of\\nthis word, ration, by nearly all old officers seems to show the\\nSouthern stamp they speak it as ration, with that a whici\\nis short from New Orleans to Annapolis. No analogy, nor\\nWorcester or Stormonth or Ogilvie permits such a pronuncia-\\ntion, just as nothing but some mild madness can permit the\\nunaccountable mis-utterance of the simple word inquiry\\nchiefly among Northern people. But this ration pronuncia*\\ntion Ccountenanced by Webster, and found in the Standard\\nand Century^ is interesting for retention in the navy as so\\ntraditional. The rations of the Tampa detachment of Colonel\\nRoosevelt s regiment were such as soldiers must expect, espe-\\ncially in war they were undelightf ul and serviceable. The\\nworst was that the flies would have their share. Beautiful\\nMontauk was different altogether. There the reassembled\\nregiment had quantities of wholesoraes and dainties seut to it.\\nRevolution. An out political party in arms.\\n21R1VAS (reevas). It is a clean town, of some importance, on\\nthe western side. The lake-to-Brito party was in communi-\\ncation with it all the way to the Paciflc. It is not on the lake,\\nbut two or three miles of tramway connect it with the shore\\nsettlement called San Jorge (^orfhay).\\nSan Carlos. This is the olden fort of the name and the naked\\ntown congregated around it on the baked promontory. At\\nthe fort there are some pig-iron cannon of uacertain centu-\\nries and a Nordenfeldt or Gatling or two- Without any dis-\\nrespect to Nicaraguan valor, the place could be taken by a\\ncorporal s guard of American marines or a German or English\\nregiment. This sun-blasted San Carlos is at the head of the", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "116 NAMES AND TERMS.\\nSan Juan River, where that draining stream derives itself\\nfrom the lake.\\n22 San Juan (hvyan) The San Juan is to be understood as the\\nriver, as Lake Nicaragua is the lake. From Greytown up to\\nthe lake, at San Carlos, and across, is all but the completed\\nship waterv7ay. Traveling the San Juan boat exchanges\\nwith boat once, at Castillo, where the rapids cannot be inter-\\npassed. The vessels are the familiar shallow stern-wheeler\\nof rivers.\\nSan Juan del Sur (hwan del soor). On the Pacific Ocean,\\nnear the Costa Rica boundary. See the note, Greytown (San\\nJuan del Norte).\\nSan Pablo. The Lajas camp.\\n23 Saxo-Norman is recalled as one of the late Lord Tenny-\\nson s accuracies. When it is said that there is no such thing\\nas an Anglo-Saxon it may be asked if there ever was one.\\nBut even the poet s serviceable phrase does not take account\\nof the Celtic factor, of which surely the genius is throughout\\nthe Anglican civilizations. Witness that England is getting\\nher light or slight literature from Scotland, while her cap-\\ntains have been Irishmen for a century, from Wellington to\\nthis Kitchener. Such Irishmen are somewhat Celtic, even\\nwhen only from atmosphere.\\nTambor Grande (^ambor grrawday) Near a marsh land along\\nthe San Juan, not distant from Greytown or the marsh\\nitself. Probably the most malarious camping experienced.\\n^The pennant let fly ten thousand shy. Commodore s pennant,\\nadmiral s flag. The men of Commodore Schley s squadron\\nof (Captain) Acting Rear-Admiral Sampson s fleet, called\\nCommodore Schley Ten Thousand Yards Shy, from the\\ncommodore s ordering that range on the Santiago blockade.\\nAdmiral Dewey under-ranked a flag was a commodore\\nwhen he fought Manila. Where, one heard the question,\\nare all the rear-admirals during this war? One hears it\\nanswered It so happened that they had all just finished or\\nwere finishing their terms of sea duty when the hostilities\\nbegan. Which explains the generally junior appointments\\nto the high naval commands.\\nTOBOBA (to6oba). It is said that the toboba, like few snakes,\\nwill attack initiatively.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "NAMES AND TERMS. IIT\\nTola. Although a tributary of the Grande, it was running\\nwhen the latter was pool and shallow only a little way back.\\nThese two rivers banks are high, showing what their flood is\\nin the rains.\\nTola basest. It is meditated to locate a western side dam at\\nthis hollow like the great Ochoa dam on the San Juan main-\\ntaining the canal s surface at the level of the lake as far as\\nthis tben the steps of locks for intercommunicating with\\nthe Pacific Ocean. The river of the name does not flow\\nthrough the Tola basin.\\nTrade-winds. They are the north-east Trades.\\n25Uhle (ooly). The sap of the rubber tree, starting out nearly\\nwhite, ambers and browns almost within a minute under the\\neye; but it darkens further very slowly through months. It\\nis handled in slabs, commercially, worth perhaps their weight\\nin the country s silver.\\nVera Cruz {veyx^i cruce).\\nWestern slde. The western or west side is distinctive. It is\\nrather forest than rank jungle, with the most of torrid rain.\\nIt is not unhealthful, and is lovely.\\nZelaya (zel?/a) See the note on Cardenas and Zelaya. And\\nfootnote, p. 38.", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "FEB 20 1SCC", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3375", "width": "2062", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2227", "jp2-path": "canalrotrooper00belk_0128.jp2"}}