. The chicago Record's war stories : by staff correspondents in the field ; copiously illustrated. t—and he was doubtlessright—that his life hung upon that slenderthread; to give up would be the end. I put him at once upon the mule and byfurther questioning learned he had been leftvery near the enemys lines in a suddenretreat of Capt. Parkers busy Gatlings, andthat I would probably fall into a Spanishoutpost if I went farther along the wishing to supply a subject for testingBlancos latest order, according to whichnewspaper men captured within the lineswere to be given the short shrift
. The chicago Record's war stories : by staff correspondents in the field ; copiously illustrated. t—and he was doubtlessright—that his life hung upon that slenderthread; to give up would be the end. I put him at once upon the mule and byfurther questioning learned he had been leftvery near the enemys lines in a suddenretreat of Capt. Parkers busy Gatlings, andthat I would probably fall into a Spanishoutpost if I went farther along the wishing to supply a subject for testingBlancos latest order, according to whichnewspaper men captured within the lineswere to be given the short shrift of spies andhanged, I retreated with my new acquaint-ance back to the place where I had seen theCuban cavalry. My inquiries this time weremore successful and I found a courteousgentleman, evidently an educated man ofSpanish blood, who spoke good English. Heinformed me Gen. Garcia was but a fewyards away and at my request took me to himso that I could make request for a general readily consented and a Cuban\vas brought to me for the purpose. At 108 THE CHICAGO RECORDS WAR STORIES. FIGHTING JOE WHEELER IN HIS HAMMOCK, SAN JUAN, SANTIAGO. first I had to hold my soldier upon themule, for he fell off twice, and I feared myundertaking was nearly hopeless. But we got along better as we proceeded; our Cubanguide took a lively pace over the narrowpath and before midnight we reached El THE CHICAGO RECORDS WAR STORIES 109 Poso. Later I learned I had passed-theCuban army at Marianaje and that my blindexcursion westward from there to the placewhere I found the sick soldier took me dan-gerously near the enemys lines. El Poso—what a scene of horror and hu-man misery it sugests to any one who re-members it on that night! We had pursued our path at the heels ofour Cuban guide for a full hour with heavyhearts; for the stillness of the night andthoughts of the desolation about us hadgrown steadily more oppressive. Then aclump of bushes opened and before us laythe fords of El Poso
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