The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 15, 1898, Page 1

p death. Call VOLUME LXXXIV.-~O. 15. SAN FRANCISCO, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 15, 1898, PRICE FIVE CENTS. ARE PLUCKILY DESPERATE PLIGHT OF attack by Spaniards last night. The dead are: in Mfl RIN ‘ SERGEANT MAJOR HENRY GOODE, of the marines, shot { through the right breast. ia LittleBand atGuanptanamo Repulses Continued Attacks. Two Americans Killed and Four Wounded in a Fight on Sunday Night. oJ¥oJoJoJoJoloxolc} repelling almost incessant | attacks. They have little chance to rest or sleep and | the time of the arrival of the | relieving troopsisuncertain. | Were it not for the guns ofj the fleet the gallant little band would be annihilated by the Spanish troops in| overpowering numbers from | Santiago de Cuba. As it is| they probably can hold their | position, but they cannot| move forward until re-en- forced by troops. What first, with the white tents on a bold eminence against the tropic background, looked like a | » holiday camp is now grim reality. | The tents have been struck and | rolled into breastworks, supple-[ mented by trenches around the | crest of the hill. The spot is lam- | entably exposed, on ground, while surrounding it on all sides is heavy brush. The least move- ment in camp is the signal for instant target practice upon the‘ part of the Spanish sharpshoot- | ers, whose rifles carry much fur | ther than ours, though their own- | ers rarely hit anything they aim | at. | It is impossible to accurately} estimate the Spanish attacking | force, but it is numerous enough. | About two-thirds of this force‘ surrounds the camp nightly, while the deadly ring and spat- | ting of the Mausers make things | quite lively, for the Spaniards are | daring enough to crawl up and | take a pop at the marines from | the bushes about thirty yards | from the camp. At night the be- siegers fight like Indians, and our old Apache fighters would feel in their element. Every yard of chaparral is an ambuscade, and | picket duty is flipping coins with | After the first attack on Satur- day night Colonel Huntington decided that another attem‘gtl Copyrighted, 183, by the Associated Press. CAMP OF THE - UNITED STATES MARINES, OUTER HAR- BOR OF GUANTANAMO, Monday, June 13 (noon), by the Associated Press dispatch boat Wanda, via Kingston, Jamaica, June 14.—After two nights of hard fighting the > American flag still floats over Cuban soil on the encampment of the ma- ° rine battalion and our boys say they ° will keep it there until the belated > troops arrive, if it takes until winter. Thus far the marines have |would be made on Sunday night, had the best of the fighting, and he caused entrenchments to but the situation is grave be thrown up on all sides of the and theyare exhausted from | — wnnu»n....."A+'+!«!d‘»»'*!#5!#»‘ad&b‘b‘dfd:: FELL FIGHTING FOR THE FLAG. : CAMP OF THE MARINES, Guantanamo, June I3.—Two } Americans were Killed and four wounded or -injured in a second +% PRIVATE TAUMAN, wounded and fell off the cliff and was instantly killed. im The injured are: PRIVATE WALLACE, fell off the cliff and sustained a fracture 1m of the leg. im i R R S O e e e R R R R R o o b PRIVATE MARTIN, shot through the left leg. “g PRIVATE ROXBURY, shot through the arm. I. PRIVATE BURKE, shot through the arm. el : Of these men all but Private Burke were members of Com- 1- & pony B, 14 Brave Troops [ 44444444444 444444440000 4000000 0400440440004+ 00000 004+ L B R B B B I M M N A e N N e N ] camp. The fight was the first of including, one lieutenant _In the trenches the main |the war in which the Cubans were found in the fort. part ofthe battalion lastnight | co-operated with the Ameri-| During the attack several | waited for the attack that|can forces, and their co-op- |shots struck the ships in the har- | the Colonel was certain eration was not a glittering | bor, penetrating the pilot-house | > |would come. It arrived in a|success. At one time during | of the Associated Press dispatch- | Four thousand men went yesterday = | Z . | to the wars. At break of day the re- |short time after dark, andthe afternoon whenever l‘hellbnat Dandy. No one was in-|yene woke Camp Merritt to speed the |from that time until day-|marines were firing on ajured on board of her, however. |parting brave. Tents fell to the rising @ |break the firing was inces- | small detachment of Span-| The Dolphin this morning lo- By Alice Rix. [CJCXOXOJOJXO} ®| of the sun, men gatbered early to the ®| 5 B 3 : 97 last mess, camps broke, the bugle call- g;‘sant and at times very iards that made their ap-|cated the Spanish water station ea, the flag foated, the, band played ©® |heavy. On the American pearance a short distance|on the ocean side of the harbor |and theimen of the Eighteenth and Twenty-third Regulars, the First Regi- ment of Colorado Volunteers, the Tenth Pennsylvania, the First Nebraska and the Utah Light Artillery shook the sand of the Richmond district lightly from their heels and set their faces to the water front. They went by different ways to dif- giside two men were killed | from the camp the Cubans @iand four wounded. @began firing without orders | @ The first attack of the Span-|and sent a V_Olley right jards was made at 8 o’clock, and | @amongthe Americans. There the last shot was fired by them at Were several narrow es- |entrance, which supplied the water for the attacking force. The well was situated in a block- house windmill, having a small garrison. It was shelled at 2000 |about 3 o’clock in the morning. capes, but no one was in- yards. ferent Phice e el e i | ! ¢ & Sy 5 : over the day. etachment of the | During the night the Spanish at- | jured. The station was wrecked, and | ytans lea to the Pacific Mafl dock, where the Colon and China were ly- ing, followed by the two battalions of Regulars, the Colorado and the Utah Light Artillery. They marched along First avenue to Point Lobos road, down Lieutenant Neville of Com- pany D was sent out on scout duty, and, as on the day previous, | he attacked a small stone fort. A | | hot fight followed, and Thie Span- iards were driven off with loss. canister followed the retreating Spaniards up the steep ravine. Each shell disclosed the spot | where it allgh"fd by raising a | pogt to Stockton, down Market to cloud of dust. They wére all well | Third and across Brannan to the dock, deaed | dropping B of the Utahs at Market and placed. Third to make its way down Market The arrival of the fleet this af- | and over East to the Zealandia at the | 1 e Pacific dock. An hour later the Penn- |ternoon to complete the bom-| gyjvantas came down Market street at |bardment of the town and its de- | & quickstep on their way to the Zea- % : d |landla. As late as five in the afternoon Fifteen dead Spaniards, |fensesisexpected. the Nebraskas turned into East street imckerl the camp of the marines on the shore, and the Marble- | head, believing the Americans | had been driven out, threw out I'several shells into the place. The |attack, however, was repulsed by |the small detachment of marines It was during this fight that Wal- lin camp without trouble. The lace and Tauman fell over the | shells of the Marblehead struck | cliff. |among the marines. ; OJOJOJOROROXOYOXOJOROROYOXOXO] 3 g IIIJIIIIHl 1 ( THE SECOND EXPEDITION OF TROOPS MARCHING TO THE SHIPS. i enlisted wit FIGHTING BIG ODDS SHIPS IN THE STREAM i AND READY The Fleet E)EIY_AWGHZS the Signal From Merritt to Sail. in Marching Column Cheered From the Camp to the Transports. on their way to the Senator at the y hered to a civil leave-tak= Ing of these men. The streets were crowded- for their pas the docks were crowded for their w waved for them, ches were given and a the flags and th cause, the g W . But ers were for the were for the cour- age, the tea ars of sentiment. No woman cast herself out of the crowd yesterdav to hold her first born, or her last—and who shall say which is the dearer?—to her breast; no man seized the hand of his son and gripped it hard in that silence which between men means more than words; no wife clung ‘weeping to her husband; no father took tender leave of his children; no sweet girl saw love’s young d go far from he: There were no last words, ge, none of the ing. These brothers; we have already ta of our own. That vivid personal interest in the patriot which shook California to her soul on the 23d of M: sobbed beneath her cheers, wept behind her smiles, made tragedy of her pride and mourn- ing of her decorations—did not wake to the 14th of June. Such days must wait on wars. They do not come twice in the calendar of one generation. Native sons and brothers who have the Eighteenth and Twen- ty-third carried the larger crowd to the Pacific Mail dock, where it was merci- lessly barred out by ¢ al order and lingered despondent by the gates. The troops were aboard the China and Colon as early as nine o’clock, and their am- munition and stores were not more than an hour behind them, but the or- der to move out into the stream loitered on the way, and the men, served with the last meal for the day, sat them down to chafe at the delay. At the Oceanic dock matters has- tened slowly. All day long the huge WILL SAIL THIS FORENOON, OrdersGiven to the Four Transportsi to Be Ready to Sail at 11:30 0’Clock. General Green, commanding the second expedition to the Philippines, gave orders last night to the cap- tains of the four troopships that will carry the troops scross the Pacific to be prepared to hoist anchor and sail at 11:30 a. m. to-day. Itis believed that the four vessels will get under way before noon, in view of the orders. equipment wagons rolled down the docl¢ and baggage was rushed up and on board as soon as it arrived amid curses against the quartermaster department, U. 8. A, which had failed to supply sufficlent trucks for transportation and was widely accused of never having trucks ready when they are wanted. The men lunched on coffee and sand- wiches passed around by a delegation from the Red Cross and turned in for rest after the march. They needed it sorely, for the day was muggy, the equipment and uniform heavy. A few officers got at once into the mufti of the tropics—linen uniforms, gay with blue and gold, Indian helmets and white gloves. The men stripped off their coats, rolled the sleeves of their teasing woolen shirts from newly vaccinated arms and stretched themselves out on the Turner beds on the “banana deck” or aft in the ordinary steerage, as they happened to be placed. There was a scuffle for the steerage, which seemed to be generally favored, but the “ba- nana deck” is by no means so black as It’s painted. The men squeezed down to it through the narrow hatchway, one by one, trailing their guns after them, feeling their way gingerly along the dark passages, grumbling or laugh- ing, according to the heart that is in them for the fortunes of war, stums= bling on the unaccustomed way, com= ing out suddenly on the network of iron three-deckers known as the Tur- ner beds, of which there are 472 swung on the banana deck of the Zealandia. They are schemed to slide and fold one upon the other to form a sort of settee, cushioned by the mattresses and fairly comfortable in this climate, however they’may be in the tropics. Overhead great square pipes conduct a current of cold air constantly cir« -