The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 8, No. 20, Ed. 1 Friday, May 26, 1916 Page: 2 of 8
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to spews so
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Carranzai
if you want to
ch% of murder^
e across the Mex~
border, then you want
-end this -. red-blooded
that leads up to and
attack
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n
ROSBYTO
be a fight, and
Tew Mexico,
and the sending of
I army across
0is<istorpofin*
teresi; of daring
and charming
wenty complalntaHtrom
the mine of the depredations on it by
the revolutionists'. That's why we're
here—that, and patrolling the border
tor g'us j," * ■
Miss Upton laughed deliciously, „
j, . • - • i , > "I wish you patrolled by motor in-
— then you'd have a mechanic and not a
farrier in your camp. As it Ib I don't
_>) s- , snow about
automobiles?"
She looket ... question. Kynaston
found himself hoping that she would
ashrmanjrmore TjueSQoW If she would
only accompany each one with such a
look*. .. . ' - '
, "I'm; sorry to say,". he responded
gallantly, "that there isn't one of them
who would know a clutch from a
spark plug. But if you will come to
the camp wo can at^Je&st give you
.some tea and a better place to rest
than this hot road, and I c^Qr send a
messenger who is more reliable than
your man; at least one who knows
the country better."
The two women, shaking the dust,
from their clothes: joined him. They
walked slowly back to the hot little
camp In the canyon at the base of the
hills, where the cavalrymen were gath-
ered in a frankly curious group.-look-
ing with unmistakable admiration at
the two women as they passed to the
little spot of shade afforded by the
single tent fly in front of Kynaston's
tent.
A deft cook, summoned by a hot
trumpeter, produced some tea and
crackers, and Kynaston, apologizing
for the tin cups, settled his visitors as
comfortably as he could.
"I wonder what father will say,"
mused Miss Upton.
Kynaston, gazing in frank admira-
tion at the girl's shimmering, golden
hair, her violet eyes, matchless com-
Kr
eally Nice Young Man.
.ston look up.
ot heard a motor car since
e to this particular section
can border, now a long six
;ths ago.
be work In suppressing gun run-
>rs had not differed' here from that
Other sections of the line.
, e days, which seemed to be
ks long, were spent in fruitless
' ' -along the hillside.
.
Kynaston looked up wearily. He
had ridden forty miles that day on the
Strength of an order from headquar-
that told him to Investigate a re-
that American citizens were ship-
across the border to Villa
>y means of an aeroplane. The fact
biat it was obviously ridiculous meant
. An order was an order, and
was beginning to be very tired of
'forced inaction.
the border he could see from
time, from the vantage; ground
fs camp, bodies of the Vllllsta cav-
alry riding the line, prepared to wel-
any gun runner who should
arms across to them,
ell knew that arms were being
led across, and that every fed-
offlcer knew it, too; but that the
was one that could not be con-
except'by martial law.
!" said the sergeant again.
. sergeant, what is it?"
'b a machine broke down up
a bit and there's no one in it
ouple of ladies. I seen it come
. the hill over the San Pedro an
ago an' then a little while ago 1
man ride back on a pony. I
aow what's up—"
g wearily, Kynaston picked up
biter and made his way along
strewn path from his camp
tie trail that led due north to
country," or due south to rev-
n and anarchy—whichever way
raveler was inclined.
yards away from his
3 horses stamped
chine, Its en-
the engine of
torpedo boat. By the ma-
knelt In the red New Mex-
: girl whose gold-
scaped from its veil, caught
ct rays of the sun and radiated
old.
ot hear his. approach. It
he said quietly, "Can I be
e to you?" that she
feet facing him.
atenant Kynaston, in charge
4 border patrol," continued
"Your mishap was
a, and I came down at
: I could help you."
ave such a thing as an
t in your *amp," the
isic&liyl "I was about
:ust and come to your.
Si the matter?'^
tgandlookihg
ine with an Interest
ie less iby reasons of
lorance of the ma-
or just a ring,
asslbly assist
more serious
it is a stepped
aer to be sent to
iniows how I'll
;enl|%an|
llwomanwith
' '-behlngl
the
M
pea
as'.n
Kynaston With a Hasty "Excuse
Please" Opened It.
plexion, and perfect, full-bosomed fig-
ure, wondered vaguely if there, were
anything a man could not pardon such
a woman.
It was Mrs, Fane who brought him
back to earth. y1 ^
"My dear Mr. Kynaston, what in
the world do you find to do here?"
she asked. "I have often heard of
the monotony of the frontier life of
the army, but I have never seen a sol-,
dier before, and I see now that all
tales I have heard were outrageous
exaggerations. No? Diminutions,
then. Why don't you die?"
"People don't die in New Mexico;
they dry up and blow away," said"
Kynaston, grinning. "Oh, it isn't so
bad. One has his work, and after all,
when a man has his work it doesn't
matter whether he does it in Washr
ingto " -30 long as he does
it as well as. he can— What is it now,
• - 3int?" .
; i, ; cavalryman who was
■ ' ' . >ontlon saluted punc-
tiliously. ; ■
aurier has come in with
this no: 3 lieutenant."
He handed • over a grimy paper.
Kynaston, with a hasty, "Excuse me,
please," opened It. He looked up
quickly, a light in his eyes that Miss
Upton noted with approval.
"Ha, : <• r; ;.on*men
saddle up at. once. No sabers; just
rifles, - Canteens, and a day's rations
cooked In tJ>
' "YeS, sir." ' ,
The sergeant hung on his hfeel, ob-
viously with something unsaid.
Kynaston grinned knowingly.
u may go, too," he 'Said:
i* saluted again and depart-
some
Br Yea,1
The soldi
Bear# may turn out
he wants to bo in it
"X wouldn't give much for a man
who didn't," commented Mrs. Fane. §
"So ypu 8( 0 X must ler ve you," said
Kynaston. "I have told, the sergeant
that I want an extra tent put up sc.
•ou and Mrs, Fane can have a
j,comfortable place to sleep until you*
messenger returns. Send my horse
up at once, trumpeter." And Kynas-
ton, with a last long look at the bean
tiful picture that Miss Upton present
ed as she stood In the shadow of the
tent fly, went out to inspect the for*
It had happened so often that St had
become a habit- ■ ' ., -sports
that called 1'or iLo -J' of a
detachment at once to investigate
Home t , " -ior. Fifty
miles east and west raiythe line, which
tangular monuments Of stone or metal
standing grim and gray against the
hill rims, each monument marked on
the north side wills the arms of Mexi-
co, and on the opposite face with the
arms of £ho United States—mute
warning that thus far and no farther
could rebellion and anarchy be toler-
ated. •
And the warning that those monu-
ments gave was backed up, not by the
serried ranks of untold thousands, but
by thirty young cavalrymen— Just -now
ittle squad of line riders were
lolling in the shade of their tenta
where they Watched Corporal Welsh
as he superintended the saddling—a
painstaking job Indeed, for to a cav-
alryman the slightest wrinkle in a sad-
dle blanket is a serious matter, aB It
may well put him afoot with a lame
horse in the course of a day's march.
" Kynaston mounted and, leaving his
little squad to move slowly out along
the rocky trail, rode quickly back to
the tent where the two wonjen sat.
Here he swung out of saddle and,
tossing his reins to the trumpeter,
-ealled-out-cheerily-enoughT
"I say, Miss Upton, I hope I will
find you and Mrs. Fane here when I
return. It has just occurred to me
that I ought to give you the warning
that is contained in the note I re-
ceived.
"It will not be safe for you to cross
the line here inside of the ne&t twen-
ty-four hours. You know this road
leads directly south and connects with
the main road to Ojinaga, and there is
lighting going on there. It will be
extremely unwise for you to leave
here, at least until I return. I shall
be back by daylight, I think. I can't
tell you any more just now. I know
Mr, Upton would wish you to act on
my advice—"
"Certainly, Mr. Kynaston; we will
take youradvice and profit by your
courtesy until our chauffeur comes
back, or until you return. Good luck!"
And Miss Upton waved her white
hand cheerily to the youngster as be
took the slope at a gallop to join .the
little squad, which was already well
on Its way toward the rocky little trail
that led eastward to the mesa.
Mrs. Fane watched them till she
saw /the last man of the little rear-
guard pass over the ridge. Then she
turned to Dorothy.
"He seems a nice man—ra really nice
young man," she commented, stand-
ing with her hands on her hips, look-
ing down at the younger woman. "I
am not at all sura that I have ever
seen a better looking man In years."
She eyed Dorothy speculatively. "And
he'd make a mighty good match for &
young girl like you," she concluded.
"You speak like Methuselah,"
laughed Dorothy. "Teach me out o?
the book of your experience."
"My dear," laughed Mrs. Fane, "do
you know that a widow of twenty-five
is as old—"
"As she wants to be? Yes, just
that; and not a day older."
"Do you want him, Dorothy? If you
do I will keep my hands off; but I
think if you do not that I Bhall take
advantage of the open game laws of
this state." - '
Fearing lest she should betray a
touch of jealousy, Dorothy hastily
turned the subject. "Oh, for sleep!"
she yawned. "I'm going to lie down
until the car is repaired. I wonder
when we can expect that good-for-noth-
ing chauffeur back with that gear?"
She passed into the tent, where she
stood for a moment looking at the
crude efforts that Kynaston had made
during his month of .-occupancy to
make himself comfortable. . Dorothy
gave the place a deft touch or two,
which seemed to transform it; then,
with a little sigh of utter content, she
threw herself down, upon the narrow
canvas cot, pulled the mosquito bar
over her pretty head to keep away the
ubiquitous New Mexico flies, which
stick closer than a brother, and passed
away into dreamland.
Drawing her pink veil about her
face, Mrs. Fane settled herself at full
length in the long canvas reclining,
chair which Kynaston- had placed be-
neath a Chinaberry treo near his tent
In a few minutes the little camp lay
quiet under the stars,
Ordinarily, Kynaston wouldl have ■
welcomed a message that too&'him
from his camp. Anything'was a re-
lief that broke the monotony of the
long day when the only variation was
the shifting of the long i hadows from
west to east.
The ment already—
Which girl will find a place In
Lieutenant Kynaston's heart, the
lovely, beautiful Mrs, Pane or
'dainty, eympatheti© litti* Doro-
thy? J .
(TO BECOMNUEG)
Irwletla Thought
- is never granted to muo
yyft* S , 'j,
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N THE, spring ot '?
teaching school In
burg, ' when Colonel
. >r:
of troops from Barnwell'
_____ and Orangeburg, -and
known as First regiment, South Caro-
lina Volunteers, v: > • 1 o Coles
island.
In she i'all of '61 , Ii.o a :OL'.viu
called for*.3,000 troops to enlist for
three-years' service or throughout the
war. We wont.under that,call as the
Orangeburg .Heavy artillery.
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msm.
On November 11 we were mustered
into service at Orangeburg and or-
dered to Fort Johnson, where Major
Lamar was quartered with a large'
company from Barnwell. He divided
his company and formed a battalion of
artillery and early in 1862 increased
his battalion to a regiment of artillery
with ten full companies.
Fort Johnson was about two miles
in the harDor of Charleston east and
south of the city. There we found an
old fort and barracks and a number of
residences, some of which were occu-
pied. .
On Jarnes Island.
James island embraced considerable
area of land lying south of Charles-
ton and was separated from the city
by Ashley river, from John's island
on the west by Stono river, from Bat-
tery island on the south and Folly is-
land on the ea§t by inlets running
from Stono river to Folly island. It
extended from Fort Johnson on the
east to Battery island soutliwest, a
distance of several miles. After the
Confederate forces had been withdrawn
rom Cole's island and other points,
he Federal forces began their advance
n James Island, commanded by Gen-
ral Hunt wtth Brigadier Generals
enham, Stevens, Wright and Gilmore.
.bout ten days previous to the battle
f Secessionville a detachment of
svrenty men from Captain Keitt's coin-
any in command of Lieutenants Hum-
ert and Barton were ordered to Seces-
ionville to take charge of a 10-inch
'olumbiad and mortar battery. Seces-
.ionville was situated on a peninsula
running but on the east side of James
Island. We crossed an arm of Folly
Island inlet on a long bridge made of
pine poles. The peninsula widened out
for some distance and then drew down
at the apex to something like 100
yards, where the battery was located.
The battery consisted of four 8-inch
siege pieces commanded by Capt. S.
J. Reid of Lamar's artillery, one 10-
inch Columbiad by Lieut. J. B. Hum-
bert, one mortar battery by Lieut. W.
S. Barton.
The marsh or lagoon ran in the rear
of our battery, making an elbow to
our right, across which Colonel Ha-
good's regintcnt", with other troops,
was stationed to meet the attack of
POfNTED PARAGRAPHS
If peoplo were as wise as they think
they are the unexpected would seldom
occur..
No girl who is able to bring a man
to the point cares, for, leap-year priv-
'lcV;e;;. , ' /' < " -
Our ,idea Of true faith is that of a
man who advertises for the return of
a lost umbrella ' , ■
. It la believod by some" that the time
ill come when an honest man will
Brigadier General Wright, advancing
up Stono river with a heavy force.
After a few days the remainder of
Captain Keitt's company was ordered
to the fort. We were on duty night
and day and frequently under the fire
of a gunboat lying in South - Folly
island inlet, which seemed to take a
special delight in shelling our battery.
Attacked at Dawn.
Just at dawn on the morning of June
16, 1862, the Federal forces, under the
command of Brig. Gen. I. I. Stevens,
consisting of six regiments, with Rock-
well's" and Strahan's light batteries,
surprised our pickets of the Twenty-
fourth South Carolina volunteers, and
others, doing duty at River's causeway,
about one mile in front of the fort. The
pickets came running in without giv-
ing sufficient notice of the advance of
the enemy. Though surprised,at first,
We soon rallied to our guns to meet
the charge of the enemy supported
by the Charleston battalion and the
Pee Dee battalion.
The fight was on and serious it grew
with men falling right and left. With
six regiments advancing in two lines
upon a much smaller force the outlook
$or us was doubtful. But we knew
what metal our men were molded
of and South Carolina expected every
man to do his duty. The battle raged;
in the first charge Colonel Lamar was
wounded, Captain Reid was killed and
also every gunner in his detachment,
together with a number of our infan-
try support. His pieces were silent the
remainder of the fight. Captain Reid
had commaftd of the siege pieces and
his men were mqre exposed than my
command, which-was in charge of the
10-inch Columbiad on a barbette car-
riage. As the advance line of the
enemy pressed forward some mounted
our breastworks but Were killed or re-
pulsed. Lieutenant Barton, by strong
effprt, did all that he could with his
mortar battery under the disadvantage
fot a Short rahge.
During the second charge a large
ruddy-looking Irishman, a non-com:
gun, the 10-inch Columbiad, was mount-,
ed on a new barbette Carriage which
worked heavily and recoiled only about
half the length of the carriage at each
discharge. This gave me the advan-
tage of rapid firing. __ - ~ ' " ;
A Close Place. -
It was give and take, nip and tuckr
.as tQ .who should hold the fort. Cap-
tain Jamison of the Fourth Louisiana
battalion, who had been ordered to
help moiint Capt. F. N. Bonneau's-
guns, reached the fort after the fight
was on. I asked how many men he
brought/and he said 100. I told him
that with his help we could, hold the:
fort. When the main body of Federals,
got within 100 yards of our fort, three
field officers were galloping toward
the center of their line, urging their
men forward. I waited a moment un-
til they met, then fired a double load
of projectiles and swept them from
the field. That broke the charge and
the infantry withdrew.
Big Guns Bark.
Then we were under a terrific fire<
of shot and shell from Rockwell and
Strahan's light batteries covering:
Stevens' retreat. While the fight was-
on I noticed a number of sharpshoot-
ers secreting themselves in the under-
growth on the edge of the marsh and
killing, our men. I detailed a sergeant
and a small detachment of men and,
placing them on the extreme right of'
the battery, I instructed them to clean
out that hedgerow. This they soon
did.
The assaulting force was probably
4,000, while we had, all told, about
800 men. After the battle was over
we had killed 100 men trying to scale
our breastwork and we buried 500'
more on our front. I don't know the
number of their wounded. Our loss-
was 54 officers and men killed and 144r
wounded.
After the battle 1 went into the
bombproof and told Colonel Lamar Off
Captain Reid's death. 1 knew he con-
sidered him one of the best officers..
Soon after the battle the news of vic-
tory was heralded throughout the
Confederacy. General Pemberton, who-
was in command of the Confederate
forces, made mention, by special or-
der, of the heroic defense of the fort
by Colonel Lamar's command and oth-
er troops engaged. And we were the
recipients of many congratulations. It
was hard to fight over the dead bodies-
of our comrades, but the occasion de-
manded it. r
Dan Kelly, the Orangeburg IrlShmaiv
with W. H. Amaker, J. W- Gibson*
Henry Hoover, John Jones, Julius.
Shuler and other members of Company
I died as heroes at their post. The
battle of Secessionville was one of the
most decisive of the war—General
Stevens, advancing on the fort with
six regiments and two light batteries-
with General Wright on Stono-to pro-
tect his flank and then to fail! They '
were evidently badly defeated and;
never made a second attack. Secession-
ville was the key to Charleston, and iff
it had been taken Charleston would
probably have fallen.
After the battle Capt. F. N. Bonneau
came to my battery and said to me:
"Lieutenant, your gun deserves to be>
mounted on a golden pivot."
We were relieved from duty and or-
dered back to Fort Johnson. After a
few days Captain Keitt, who was.
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missioned- officer of the Eighth Michl^ physically unable to do .duty as a sol-
will come when
(Hanmand_respect,
gan, I think, succeeded \ In mounting
the extreme left wing of our battery
and demanded a surrender of "the fort.
To him I replied tha^wg would never
surrender, and the ughl went on. My
" Yhnl.
"""on r , . r n '(-.■>
two souli single thought?'
"Exactly."
"How lovely!"
"I'm afraid not. They want $o see
as little of each other as possible."
'
• • - - -
"Nero fiddled while Rome burned."
"Well," replied the accomplished mu-
sician, "it's a little something to his
credit that he didn't prefer a ragtime
drum and piano,"
dier, resigned honorably and was pro-
moted to captain, Company I, Second,
regiment,_SputJx_Carolina artillery..
Th'e lower officers were respectively
promoted.
J
Not at the Depot.
"That now feller don't seem to give
a. heck for society."
"What makes ye think so?"
"Why, he's lived here f- -,k
and, durned ef he's boon 0
the train come In once!"—Browning's
Journal. J
... ■ ■■ "
by the Enemy. ■
Siram—Don't boo how them folks ur
t6 Josiah's could hev stayed thoir two
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