A recent campaign in Puerto Rico by the Independent Regular Brigade under the command of BrigGeneral Schwan . ARIAS ation during the recent war, in both Cubaand Puerto Rico. On the march, in thecharge or pursuit or retreat, it is a senseless,clogging, spirit-shackling incubus, a rank ab-surdity, and an utter impossibility. As aresult, after three days of active campaignthe infantryman is seen gayly stalking alongwith no burden save his rifle, ammunition-belt, and a wisp of gray blanket, whichseems to me to be a fatuous and footlesscondition of affairs that might well bequickly remedied for the
A recent campaign in Puerto Rico by the Independent Regular Brigade under the command of BrigGeneral Schwan . ARIAS ation during the recent war, in both Cubaand Puerto Rico. On the march, in thecharge or pursuit or retreat, it is a senseless,clogging, spirit-shackling incubus, a rank ab-surdity, and an utter impossibility. As aresult, after three days of active campaignthe infantryman is seen gayly stalking alongwith no burden save his rifle, ammunition-belt, and a wisp of gray blanket, whichseems to me to be a fatuous and footlesscondition of affairs that might well bequickly remedied for the benefit of all con-cerned. As we passed the occasional little haci-enda, set in its grove of cocoanut palms ororange-trees, dusky and wrinkled womencame forth from the doors, bearing upontheir heads huge jars, from which we filledour ever-parched canteens with cool, sweetwater. They also brought us mangoes andother native fruits, and queer cigars of mostabominable flavor. Because we were for-bidden to eat of the fruit, we stuffed our-selves with it, and looked for more. From 2 o c/2 r> o 2- 2. ^c crq. YAUCO TO LAS MARIAS 29 time to time a weary or sick soldier wouldlay himself down by the roadside, to bepicked up later on by an ambulance; but, asthe day wore on, the intervals of rest grewlonger and more frequent. We had butone opportunity to water the sweating horsesof the artillery, and then it was a painfulmatter of buckets. We munched hard-tackfor our noonday meal, and made merry overit, talking of the day when we should gohome and feast on beans and beefsteak andcountless other things of which the heathenwot not. We were intensely voluble orsilent by turns, and invented new nick-names for each other, which were so apt,spite of being touched with bitterness, thatthey stuck forevermore. And never, so faras I can remember, did any one mention the Maine or Cuba Libre. At last, shortly after sunset, we descendeda long, steep hillside, and went into camp inthe valley of the R
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