Yankee Doodle with the rough riders, or, Hot work in Cuba

Yankee Doodle with the rough riders, or, Hot work in Cuba

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Yankee Doodle with the rough riders, or, Hot work in Cuba
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Nelson, George A.
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No 7 Price G Cents. '. "Com e qui ck!" s a id Yanke e Doodl e to Joe and the two cowbo y s, a h e d arte d a fter P e dro, fla s h they w ere up with him. The old m a n h a d already cut down two, ""'he n the cowboys, with r e volv e r in each h and, s aile d in and in a


YANKEE DOODL Stories of the Present War ..,1'-' Jssueti Semi-Monthly-By Subscription $1.25 per year. Enterecl as Seconcl Class Matter at the New York, N. Y., Post 'O.tfice, :Afay 14, 1898. Enterecl according to Act of Con,qress in the year 1898, in the o.tfice of th e Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C., by Frank Tousey, 29 West Twenty-Sixth st r eet, New York. 7. NE'W YORK, AUGUST 3, 1898. Price 5 Cents. Yankee Doodle With the Rough Riders; OR., HOT WORK IN CUBA BY A U THOR O F YAN KEE DOODLE CHAPTER I. YANKEE DOODLE AND THE ROUGH RIDERS. When Shafter's army was ready to sail from Tampa for the inva sion of Cuba, Admiral Sampson sent several of his best warships to convoy the fleet of transports. On board 0 one of them was the famous Yankee Doodle, who stopped at Key West to see some friends and communicate with his mother in New York. He had several days of l eisure time on his hands, which he spent in correspondence with friends at hom and strolling about over the grounds with Joe Bai ley, his :fifer, recalling many incidents of their first visit to the i sland. Quite a change had taken place since his first visit, for the progress of the war had made the littl e island a great camp. Joe," he said to his comrade, "we came out from New York as drummer and :fifer, yet we have done less drumming tha:p. any other drummer in the whole army." "Yes," assented Joe, "\rf:! have been making some ver.v different kind of music "So we have; something that we never dreamed of while we were drumming for the regiment in New York; but I'm not kicking at it." "Neither am I," said Joe, "for we've had no end of fun, and have seen some hot fighting." "Yes, and there's a lot more of it ahead of us, for I want to go with Roosev elt's Rough Rider s when they get here." "The deuce you do!" "Yes ; they are just the fellows I want to get with, for they're going to do up the Spaniards in true Western cow boy style; and I'm anxious to see them do it. Tliey are just right up to date in this bushwhacking business now going on in Cuba." "So they a r e," assented Joe, ''but they will find the American Indians and those Spaniards over there two very different kinds of people." "O h, I don't know," was the reply; "the Indian is a much better shot than the Spaniard, for he is always hard up for ammunition, \,Vhich is not the case with the Spaniard." "That's all very true," returned Joe, "but the American Indian has not got the jungles to screen him that the Span iard has; still I am with you of course." The two boys waited patiently for the arrival of the fleet and transports, and in the meantime amused themselves drumming and fifing for the various regiments encamped in and about Key West. At that time the majority of the r egiments there were from the West, and their dnirnmers were like the soldi era, very emde in their knowledge of music and military tac tics H ence the sk ill of Yankee Doodl e and Joe made them extremely popular with everybody All the C u bans at K ey \Y est had heard so much of the exp loit s of Yankee Doodle over in Cuba that the bare mention of his name never failetl to evoke loud vivas from tliem. Wh ereve r h e was to beat the drum hundreds of Cubans were on hand to cheer him. His rendition of the national airs, particularly the stirring tune of "Yankee Doodle," always set them wild. An association of Cuban patriots pre sented the two boys with beautiful machetes and a brace of s ilver-mounted re volvers. When the fleet hove in sight Yankee Doodle and Joe were on the lookout for it. The commandant of the convoying warships came ashore to communicate \rith the War Depart ment at Washington City. Yankee Doodle and Joe met him. "Hello, boys!" the captain excla im ed when he saw them, "I'm glad to see you Colone l Wood, of Rooseve lt's Rough Riders, is on board my ship, and is anxious to meet you."


YANKEE DOODL E WITH THE ROUGH R I DERS "By George, I'm glad of that," laughed Yankee Doodlr, "''for Joe and l have made up our minds that we would like to go with him." The captain l aughed, saying: "Co l onel Wood asked me l ast night if I thought he could get you to go with him. I told him that I didn't know, but thought that he could. The col one l had heard of you, anJ. :asked me if I knew you I to l d him I had a s l ight acq u ain tance with you," and all three had quite a jolly laugh "Can we go on board with you, captain?" Yankee Doodle asked. "Yes," was the reply; "and I'm going to return to the ship within an hour." "All right, sir, we'll go with you We are tired of this town "What's tha matter with it?" the captain asked. "'Oh, it's too dull; no fun "Well," said the captain, "you' ll have fun enough if you get with Colonel Wood's crowd, for they are a pretty rough Jot." "All right," returned Yankee Doodle, "we've been rough ing it some ourselves." The captain went on to the headquarters of the com mandant of the post, while the two boys gathered up their belongings where they had been staying and repaired to i:he wharf, where they waited for the captain to return to his ship Instead of one hour, they waited there fully hal a day, while orders were flying thick and fast over the wires be iween Key West and Washington. It was while they were waiting at the wharf for the ap pearance of the captain that a boat was seen to leave the flagship to come ashore. When it reached the wharf, Yan :kee Doodle noticed an officer seated in it who wore a pair oE _glasses. "By George, Joe!" he exclaimed, "if that isn't Teddy .Roosevelt, I'm cross eyed!" "You're right," said Joe, "that's him; I know him; I sav;r him several times in New York when he was Police Com-missioner." "Colonel Roosevelt heard their remarks as he left the boat and looked hard at the two boys. Seeing they wore .a brown linen uniform used by the army in Cuba, he asked: "Whose command do you belong to, boys?" "Uncle Sam's, sir," replied Yankee Doodle, saluting him -promptly 'l'he colonel smiled and asked: "But what regiment?" "Well, we left New York as drummer and fifer for the -Regiment, but we've been using rifles and machetes :more than we have the drum and fife "Oh, you have been over in Cuba, have you?" "Yes, sir." "Pretty hot over there, eh ?" "You bet it is. Everything is hot over there, and the Spaniards are as hot as the sun The colonel was about to pass on, when Joe called after him to hold on a minute. He stopped, turned around and faced the boys with an inquiring look. .. ''I want to ip.troduce you to Yankee Doodle, Colonel, said Joe. "Eh!" said the colone l, very much surprised. "Whe:re is he?" "Here he i s," laughed Joe, l aying his hand on Yankee Dood l e's arm. "We were waiting here to go on board the captain 'rhe colonel grasped Yankee Doodle's hand, shook i t Whlmly, and then extended his hand to Joe, saying : "I'm glad to see you, boys, for Colonel Wood and I have decided that we want you to go with us "Just what we wish to do, sir," said Yankee Doodle, "for we have been here five days, and are tired of it. "Have you got permission to go?" the colonel asked. "Yes, sir," answered Yankee Doodle; "the Board of Strategy have been kind enough to give us the widest dis cretion as to our movements, by the advice ef Admiral Sampson a n d Commodore Schley "Good! good chuckled the colonel. "I suppose that ac. cou nts for the way you behaved over in Cuba." "That's just it," was the reply, "for we were in the woods over there, where orders couldn't very well reach us." ''Well, come me and we'll go to headquarters for a little while; we will then return on board The two went a l ong with him, and met the captain of the flagship at the headquarters of the commandant of the post. ....:'Oh, met the boys?" the captain asked, as they entered the room. "Oh, yes," he said; "and they are going with us "Good!" said the captain; "but don't let your rough fellows play any of their jokes on them "Well, I wish they'd try it," said the colonel, laughing, "for these are New York boys, and if the fellows from the West think they are greenhorns the laugh will be on them very quickly The commandant of the post knew Yankee Doodle and Joe, and had expressed a very high opinion of them He related a few of their adventures to the colonel and several other officers who were present After an hour or sQ, the colonel and captain of the flag ship led the way down to the wharf, accompanied by Yan kee Doodle and Joe, and they were quickly rowed out to where the vessel lay at anchor. Colonel Wood was very much gratified when he found that the drummer boy and his fifer had come aboard. The boys found him an extremely pleasant man, who had spent ten or fifteen years in the regular service of Uncle Sam as a surgeon. I am glad to be with you, Colone l," said Yankee Doodlr. "because I understand you have seen a great dea l of ser vice, which will stand you in need where you are going;" aml then in answer to many questions he explained the Spanish and insurgent methods of fighting in the jungles of Cuba. "You haven't been doing much drumming over there," said Colonel Wood. "No, sir; it's mostly fighting, and about the meanest fighting in the world. I've been i n only three battles I had a chance to use the drum during the fight. The othe r fights were always in the woods-regular bushwhack ing where at times you couldn't see any of your com"rades,


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. and was just as likely to run up against two or three Span iards in a clump of bushes as one of your own side. It's a species of fighting that doesn't make a man feel like a sol dier, but rather like a man who is out hunting for wolves." The officers laughed, and one of them remarked that the cowboys were used to that sort of fighting. ".M:aybe they are," returned Yankee Doodle, "but they will gather some new wrinkles before they get back from Cuba, or else I'm badly mistaken That night a drum was procured on board the ship and Y Enkee Doodle and Joe entertained the o:flicers and crew with the finest martial music they had ever listened to Early the next morning Colonels Wood and Roosevelt, accompanied by the two boys, went on board the transport ihat was carrying their Rough Riders. The fleet sailed at daylight, and during the voyage Yankee Doodle and Joe did a great deal of drumming and fifing, and mingled with thE: men. They had never come in contact with cowboys before, and were greatly amused at many strange characters .r.. mong them 'l'hey were a jolly, reckless, daring set of mm, who cared very little for human life, and hardly knew >1 hat fear was. They also found among them scores of very wealthy young men, many of them belonging to the four l undred of'New York, who had joined the command for the sake of the daring adventures it promised All of these rich fellows were strong, ha_ndsome men, who were roughing it with.. as much zest a those who had spent their Jives rounding up the Western plains. On learning that Yankee Doodle and Joe had already seen several weeks of hot service in Cuba, every man who couls powder, while we use the old style that raises a great cloud of smoke all about us." "Oh, we'll just go right at 'em," said one of the cowboy s ; "get in on 'em with our revolvers." ';Tbat's the way the Cubans do," explained Yankee Doo dle. "with their machetes They can go through tlie bushes ltl:e rabbits, and when they hit a Spaniard with the sugar cane knives it's all up with him." "Then they do all their fighting on foot?" asked another. ''Of course," assented Yankee Doodle, "for a man on hor<;d ack would be lifted above the bushes and exposed to the aim of the enemy So you fellows who call yours e lves no ugh Riders will soon be Rough Walkers." "Oh, we are good at walking," said a number of them. "But how are you on standing the hot sun?" Yankee Dood\> asked ''Oh, we're used to that," they sung out to him. Where did you get used to it?" Out on the plains," replied a big, burly, long-haired cowb<'y, "where there were no trees to give you any shade." "Yl u will find it very different in Cuba," he replied, shakir:g his head, "for while it is the same old sun the world over, it's just a little hotter there than anywhere on tha globe." "How hot have you seen it over there?" one fellow asked "I've seen it hot enough to burn your hat-band off,"' whereat there was a loud laugh from the cowboys, and one declared that he :Sad seen it a great deal hotter than that in Arizona "Why, par!l," said he, squirting a half gill of tobacco juice from his mouth, "I've seen it so hot out there that I've caught boiled fish out of a lake." "'l'hat's pretty hot," said Yankee Doodle, "but was hot enough to bake bread to eat with the fish?" "Why, yes; nobody ever thought of building a fire out there in the summer time to cook anything." "Summer time!" exclaimed Yankee Doodle; "you surely don't have any winters out there, do you?" "Yes, but they're very mild and short." "vY ell, we bake bread in the open air in Cuba thirteen months in the year, and we dasn't ever let a ray of sunshine touch our cartridge belts or rifle barrels The crowd laughed heartily, and the man from Arizona had to admit that the Cuban sun was hotter than his. "But we keep cool in the shade?" he asked. "Only when you can find a cool place," was the reply, "and there are no cool places on the island." "Then it must be mighty hot." "It is not only mighty hot," said Yankee Doodle, "but the air is so close and muggy sometimes, particularly after a shower of rain, that you can't breathe it at all-you have to bite it off and che"'i it." "Stop right there, you galoot!" exclaimed the cowboy; "I won't have any more of that." "Oh, if you don't want it, I'll not give it to you," was the laughing reply. "Well, I don't want it, and I won't have it." "Then, don't ask fo:r any more of it." "I won't; I've got enough." It was thus that Yankee Doodle demonstrated to the cowboys that he was several degrees removed from a ten derfoot. They also found out that Joe the fifer was as well up to date as Yankee Doodle. During the day the two boys gave some martial music on the drum and fife, and the rough fellows showed by thei wild cheering that they were as full of patriotism as an7 other man in the service. It was a long sail from Key West along the north coast of Cuba to the extreme eastern end of the island, and thence through the Windward Passage to the south where Sampson's fleet was operating against the Spaniards from Guantanamo Bay west to Santiago. CHAPTER II. HAIR CUTTING EX'IRAORDINARY. When the men of Sampson's fleet saw the transports in the distance, they gave way to shouts of joy. for they had


been long expected, and the strain on the marines that had selves ashore and without any horses. They had been great been landed in Guantanamo Bay can hardly be described. ly disappointed at not being able to bring their horses with Every vessel in the fleet that was propelled by steam them from 'l'ampa, but now -they saw that horses would greeted them with prolonged whistles that echoed far and really be an encumbrance, as they had steep hills to climb, wide over land and sea. The convoying vessels and many while practically there were no roads at all. What thev of the transports responded in like manner. The soldiers called roads in that section were hardly anything more on the transports cheered themselves hoarse, and were ::;) deep gullies winding around the foot of the hills. Every eager to get off the crowded ships that they were greatly was a thick underbrush, and where an open space disappointed when they learned that they were not to lanrl was found, a tall, thick growth of grass reaching almost t) immediately. the men's shoulders held possession of them. It.is never an easy feat to land an army from s hips in tln It was exasperating to the Americans that the smokeless face of the enemy It 'vas well known that all along that powder of the enemy enabled them to keep up a murderou::; coast for fifty miles the wooded hillsides were covered with fi.re without lletraying their exact locality, yet they had a Spanish riflemen, who were there to prevent, if possible, contempt for the Spaniards, and did not hesitate to da1;h the landing of the American soldiers. The woods would through the bushes and rop.t them out, never failing to hit have to be shelled and the Spaniards driven to cover before them whenever they could draw a bead on them. a single boatload of. soldier s could be landed. The shell A" soon as the picket lin e was established the different ing went on for the greater part of the day while the sol regiments formed their camps, and proceeded to mak.:> diers, packed like sardines on board the transports, wen themselves as comfortable as possible under the circum quietly looking on and waiting for orders. stances .. A great majority of the Rough Riders were inured It was not until the next day, and then not until twento that kind of life, hence had but little trouble in making ty miles of the coas t had first been thoroughly shelled for themselve s comfortable; but thousands of volunteers who the purpose of confusing the enemy is regards the real had had no experience in camp lif e thought it was haru point o landing, that it could be done. Then came the lines indeed. The near proximity of the enemy, however, order for them to land, and immediately scores of boats made it enough for them to enjoy the situation filled with soldiers from the transports landed opposite a without eomplaint. little village called Baiquiri. When the Rough Riders had established their camp, There was a sma ll inlet there, and an old iron pier forColonel \;Vood reported to the general that he was ready merly used by an iron ore company. for any active service required of his men. The truth is, The men scrambled ashore by scores and hundreds and Colonel :aoosevelt, a descendant of a long line .of fighting climbed to the crest of the high hills back of the little pier. ancestry, was eager to get into close quarters with the eneIn a little while firing was heard from the wooded side of my; in fact, he was just spoiling for a fight. the hill, which had been protected from the shells of the Yanke e Doodle was in general demand among the Rough fleet by the larger hills in front of it. Rider s on account of his previous experience. Scores or The regulars soon deployed in line of battle to protect them had a s ked him and Joe to go with them, as much ns the others landing and engage the enemy, but not one of guides as comrades Two cowboys from Arizona, wiry them caught a glimpse of an enemy anywhere, yet Mauser and active, who had fought Indian s for severa l years, had. bullets kept whistling all about them. fastened onto him. One was named Jack Moreland and the Suddenly a party of Cubans appeared and greeted the other Bill Hawkins. Both were dead shots with rifle and regulars with shouts of welcome. They were dark, swarthy revolver in a hand-to-hand fight they were equal to fellows, half naked, gaunt and hungry, but they were brimfull-grown panthers. ful of fight, and at once proceeded to give the regulars a The general in command of the army had forbidden any lesson in bushwhacking warfare. advance until if could be made in force. His main object They went through thE! bushes like rabbits, going in a for several days was simply to hold his footing at the land crouchi ng position, dodging about here and there, with ing until his artillery could be landed and placed in positheir eyes turned toward the enemy. tion on the hills. Soon they were heard exchanging shots with the Span"Say, Jack," said Yankee Doodle to the Arizona cowboy, iards. The regulars hurried up to their assistance, where "we're going to Eee campaigning now under great difficul upon the Spaniards retreated, disappearing through ties. There isn't probably a mile of road between here and bushes so quickly that none of the Americans had a chance Santiago through which a batt e ry can be pulled, and this to draw a bead on them. army ha s got to build a road before it can plant its Two or three of the Americans were wounded and one oi around the city." the Cubans killed. The regulars would have pushed on a-. "Blast such a country!" growled Jack; "it isn't ter the retr eat ing Spaniards, had not their officers estabfighting for." lished a line which they wished to hold until a sufficient Don't you believe that," said Yankee Doodl e; "it is on e force of troops had been landed to enable them to push on of the finest countries on the globe, and when Yankee capi further toward Santiago. tal and Yankee enterprise begin work on it there will It was not until the second day after the landing of the railroads from one end to the other, and smooth dirt roads troops began that Hoosevelt's Rough Riders found themgood enough for bicycles in every direction; and as for the


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. soil, anything you plant in it will grow, except a dead Spaniard." "How about a dead dog?" Jack asked. 'Plant a dead dog," replied Yankee Doodle, "and pup pies will sprout by the thousand." rich soil that," remarked Bill, "but I don't see any of it around here." "Oh:'this is mountainous where we are now. Just wait until we get out of the hills, and you will see things that will astonish you." A day or two later, when picket firing was heard along the hills beyond the camp, Hawkins suggested to Yanhe Doodle that they go out and take a few cracks at the Span iards. "All right, come ahead," said Yankee Doodle, and get ting permission from Colonel Wood to do so, they made their way out to the picket line and were about to go into the bushes where a lot of Cubans were pumping at the ene my, when a tall, gaunt old Cuba n rushed up to Yankee Doo dle, grasped his hand, crying out: "Sancti M:ariel it is Senor Yankee Doodle!" "Pedro, old man!" exclaimed Yankee Doodle, "I'm gla l to see you; I was afraid the Spaniards had made way with you." "No, senor, I am alive yet, and my good machete has sent many of the hated Spaniards to their death." Then the old fellow, seeing Joe, sung out: "Senor Jose Bailey! I thank God that I see you alive!" "Thank you, senor," replied Joe; I thank him, too, thut we both live. Our soldiers are now here and the Spaniards will soon leave Cuba forever." "Si, senor, I hope_Qley won't leave I want them to stay until we kill them all." "Them's my sentiments," sung out Jack Moreland; me your hand on that," and the cowboy rushed up to oll Pedro and grasped his hand. "Si, senor," said the old Cuban, wringing his hands with great eordiillity. Then Yankee Doodle proceeded to intro duce the two cowboys to his faithful old Cuban friend. He explained how he and Pedro had campaigned together on the north coast and had many fights with the enemy, which at once made the two cowboys great friends with the old insurgent. All the time they were talking Mauser bullets were fly. ing recklessly &bout them. Presently one of them cut a lock of hair from Hawkins' head, just under the brim of hat, and it lodged on his shoulder. He coolly picked it up and looked at it. "That's a hint to cut your hair," laughed Yankee Doodle. "Well," r,:1id Hawkins, "I don't like to take hints from Spaniarus." "All the same, you will get them, senor," said the old Onhan "That's all right," said Hawkins, throwing away the lock of hair; "I can shave closer than that with a bullet." "Oh, .you'd make a botch of it/ laughed Yankee Doodle, "for if you get a chance at a Spaniard, instead of cutting his hair off, you'd make a hole in his head." "The bef'L shave in the world," exclaimed Pedro; and scarcely hau his voice died out, when a bullet cut a hole tltrough the hat of Jack Moreland. "Sec here, ooys, let us take a hand in this. I'm tired of playing target." "Lead the way, P ed ro, where we can get a chance at them,'' Yankee Doodle to the old Cuban. "Si, senor; come on," and Pedro stooped until he was bent nearly double, and darted into the bushes with a speed that made the cowboys open their eyes. "Come on." said Yankee Doodle, following close on the heels of }Jearo; with Joe close behind him. Guided by the old man, the party pressed along the of the hill und er cover of the bushes till they had reached almost the end of the picket line. Then Pedro turned to the left and went down the hill till he struck the foot of the next cleclidty. Then he pushed forward in a direction that would take him t0 a point on the extreme left of ti,\c: pickets. -c

YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. follow his example, while the two cowboys were but a mo''Diablo!" his s ed the old insurgent, springing up upon ment behind them. They crouched and listened. his hands and knee s and darting toward the wounded Span Moreland and Hawkins quickly refilled the empty cham. iard. bers of revolvers with fresh cartridges, which they had The next moment the swish of his machete was heara scarcely finished doing ere another Spaniards, in and the Spaniard ceas ed groaning. Not wishing to share tearing through the bushes, actually stumbled over them. his fate, the other wounded ones remained quiet. "Caramba!" exclaimed one of them, trying to regain hi s 'l'hen our little party remained in the bushes for hal an balance. hour waiting for more Spaniards to appear. In the mean"Diablo!" hissed Pedro, springing to his feet ru;td bringtime the firing rolled along further away from them, until ing his terrible machete down upon ilhe heag o hthe Spanfinally there were no shots nearer than a quarter of a mile. ish soldier. "They are pushing the Spaniards back," said old Pedr .), "Crack! crack!" went thtnevolvers of the cowboys, and 'but I think we have done the best that has been instantly little engaged in a hand-to-hanJ to-day." combat agam. "So do I," said Yankee Doodle. "We've got eighteen 0r .1 The Spaniards were OO"u:kterly surprised at finding an enctwenty of 'em lying around here now, and none of us are my so far over on their side that they were pretty en:: hurt," and as he made that remark he looked around at i.o pieces before they\ could realize their situation. They had Joe the fier and saw a great red streak across his le f t been shifting from .. qne position to another, which was n cheek, which was greatly swollen. habit of theirs while going in parties of ten "Hello, Joe!" he exclaimed, "what's the matter?" a dozen. Only one of this second party escaped alive, which "Oh, I've just had my face s haved," replied Joe. he did by darting into the bushes, which so effectually con"Did a bullet do that?" Yankee Doodle asked. c ealed him from that he succeeded in getting away. "Hanged if I know," was the reply. "I didn't see it, but "Hello!" said Yankee Doodle justa few minutes after the it seems as though I had been slapped in the face with a fig ht. "They've been after yom hair again, and h k f fi with that he picked up from the coHar of his ; a'oat a lock oi' c un Ire. hair over three inches long and handed it to him. Ea:wkin? ", "It a ?ullet," said Moreland, at the swollen t l t 1 h d 1 k d t t a th f lt the ba k c and It was a r e d-hot one, too. oo \: I 1n 11 s an oo e a 1 an en e c ,JL. '!\y b d J h l d 'th th th Th l b t t .. ld f l ou et It was, sm oe. 1s 1ea w1 e o er. en 1e urs m o an o as 1ioned horse laugh. Car amba!" gasr:ed Pedro, crouching close to the grouncl, "you will draw another volley upon us, s enor!;' The other:> quickly followed his example, and then Yankee Doodl e asked: "Where does the laugh come in, Hawkins?" "Why, it's simply funny how they cut hair in Cuba,'' h 3 replied, and he felt his head again, chuckling all the time. "You will have to get your hair cut, senor,'' remarkr.t1 Pedro. "Oh, they're C\ltting it fast enough for me,'' he returned; but he looked so comical with his hair cut so irregular by three diff e r ent shots that Yankee Doodle and J o e squirmed with suppressed laughter, while the old Cuban grinned. \ __ CHAPTER III. THE DRUM BEAT IN CAMP-THE RIOTOUS ENTHUSIASM OF THE ROUGH RIDERS-OLD PEDRO AND THE GENERAL. Two of the wounded Spaniards, lying where they had fallen, were uttering groans of anguish loud enough to b e heard fifty paces away in the bushes. The little party of Americans could hear them further up the hill scarcely &o far away. "Caramba,'' hissed Pedro, "stop that noise;" but the poor fellow was in too much pain, or else he hoped that liis comrades would come to the spot in sufficient force to kill or capture his a s milants, so he groaned all the louder. Well, I'm glad it is no worse," said Yankee Doodle. "I we had better go back now and r e port." "Well, see here," said Hawkins, "there isn't a man in who will believe us if we go back and tell them th:lt we _jiilled eighteen Spaniards, which is more than three for u s so let us take their rifles and cartridge with us." "Si, senor, that's what we'll do,' said old Pedro, who at once began gathering up the arms. They were ea c h pretty well loaded down as they starte(l through the bushes. They climbed the hill to tlie picket line, where one of their fellows sung out to them: "You fellows must have captured an ars e nal down there." "So we did, pard,'' said Hawkins. "We struck an arsenal and a barber shop." "Binber shop?" "Yes; don't you s e e I've had my hair cut; and look at thP. E have that Bailey got." "That's pretty good,'' said one of the pickets. "Good,'' s neered Hawkins. "Call that good?" and he turned around so as to show the une ven haircut he had been subjected to. "I call it a botch job. We killed every blamed barb e r in the shop for it and brought their kit away with us." With that they went down to the camp more than half a mile away, the five of them bearing the eighteen rifles they had captured; b e side s their own guns. The first of the officers to see them was Colonel Wood, to whom the adventure was explain e d in a very few words. "Well! well!" said the colonel, "you f e llows won't leav0 muc h for the re s t of us to do if you go out often." -"B' ut look at my hair, C o lon e l,'' said Bill Hawkins.


YANKEE DOODLE WITH 'rHE ROUGH RIDEHS 7 "Oughtn't a man to be killed for giving another such a cut as this?" "Yes," laughed the colonel, "that's the worst job I ever saw." "That's what I say, too, sir," returned Bill, "so we cleaned out the shop Of course th"y had a thousand questions to answer, and soon Hawkins and :Jloreland were describing the prowes<> of Old Pedro in a way that touched the hearts of the Rougl1 Riders. Both Roosevelt and Wood shook the old fellow's hand and invited him to join their command. "Si, senor," said the old fellow, "I want to join S e n'J? Yankee Doodle's." "Well, he is with us." "Then I will stay with him, senor." "Yon two are old friends?" Roosevelt asked "Si, senor Co:onel, he save d my life i.wice," exc:aimed Yankee Doo dle, "when I was with General Gomez, and there is no truer friend or braver man in Cuba to-day," and he turned and grasped old Pedro's hand as he made this remark. "T 1at is the sort of man w. In the me. antime Colonels Wood and Roosevelt were yell ing :fiercely at the Rough Riders to cease firing. A half dozen generals dashed up, and on learning the ot:! casion of the excitement were mad enough to court-martial the whole crowd. But the maddest officers were Wood and Roosevelt, as i t drew upon them tha laugh of the whole army. But when it was all over with, they laughed as heartily as any of the others The excitement had the effect of making Yankee Doodle and his drum charge known to all the officers anu soldiers, and that evening he and Joe were sent for by Gen eral Shafter to come to his headquarters and beat it for him .. When he heard it, he declared that it was calculated to make men charge into the very jaws of death, and render them invincible in an assault. It was then that Shafter heard the story of the fight iu


YANKEE DOODLE \\Tlll THE the bush, where five men slew eighteen Spaniards in a hand-to-hand combat. He talked with old Pedro, and dur ing the conversation remarked that the Americans were the r e to conduct the war according to the rules of civilized nations "Senor General," said the grim old Cuban, "I am not civilized, and do not wish to be until Cuba is free." ':What's that?" the general asked "I say that I am not civilized, and do not wish to be un til Cuba is free "What do you mean by that?" the general asked "I mean that during this war I am a savage, and will. spa r e the life of no Spaniard in battle." "But, if a Spaniard throws down his arms, what then?" "He will throw down his life, too, Senor General, if I can reach him "What! You won't accept his surrender?" "No, General; I take no prisoners "Then you are indeed a savage." "Si, s enor, so I am; but Spain has made me so." "Do you kill the W()unded?" "No, General; if he is wounded by some other hand than my own I never touch him, unless he continues to fight." "But how about your own wotmded ?" I fight a Spaniard, Senor General, I fight him to the death, for either he or I must die One good blow from my machete is generally enough. You will find none of my wounded behind me." "What! Do you strike a man when he is down?" "No, General, he falls under one of my blows, he is generally dead by the time he strikes the ground." 'rhe general laughed in spite of himself, after which he asked if all Cubans were like him. "Only those who have suffered as I have," was the reply, and then he told the general a story that made the blood fairly tingle in his veins. "I can hardly blame you, my friend," said the officer, when the old Cuban had finished; "but I'm sorry that such a state of affairs erists in Cuba." "So am I, Senor General, and I'm trying to make Spain sorry, too "She will be sorry enough," remarked the general, ''be fore we get through with her The entire staff heard the interview, and also stories of the prowess in battle of the grim old Cuban, until many of them looked upon him with awe. He returned fo the camp of the Hough Riders, and rolling himself in his blanket within a few feet of where Y an kee Doodle and Joe were lying, slept as peacefully as an infant until sunrise. He seemed to have a fatherly affecti0n for the two boys, which he never failed to evince on all o c casions He insisted on cooking the meals for them ancl sharing it with them, and at all times was to perforlll any service for them that was within his power to do. During the day Colonel Wood consulted with Yankee Doodle about the road leading toward Santiago over the hill beyond the one where they had the last skirmish with the enemy .. "You'd better ask Pedro about that, Colonel,"said Yankee Doodle, "he knows as much about it as any rabbit in the woods," and the old Cuban was immediately called in and questioned With the end of his machete he drew a rough map of the road on the ground and explained to him the differenT places where he though the Spaniards would be most likely to attempt an ambush. "That's just what I want to.find out," said the colonel. "Si, Senor Colonel, for they are bad things, but it is ;! game we will have to play in Cuba "You will go with us, will you not?" the colonel asked. "I will go with Senor Yankee Doodle," was the reply. "Yes, yes, of course He is g o ing with us "Then I'll go, too, Senor Colonel; but you should let thr! Cubans uncover the Spaniards in the bushes ahead of yotl. for the Spaniards, though foolish, are very brave and will fight to the death." "That is also true of my men," said the coloneL "Si, Seno r Colonel, but it is a pity they should be killed by Spaniards." "Quite right," assented the colone l ; "it is a pity that an: body should be killed, but it is the f o rtune of war that'n:.cn should fall in battle." CHAPTER I V THE BATTLE OF LA QUASINA AND HOW IT WAS WON BY THE ROUGH RIDERS. The next day after the disturbance in the camp by th cowboys, Hawkins turned up with his hair cut short, hav ing found a volunteer with a pair of scissors, who trimme l l it for him. Many of his comrades who wore their hai r l o ng expressed surprise at his having clone so. "See here, boys," he said to "rounding up catt l e on the plains, where there are no trees, is very different from rounding up Spaniards in the woods Long hair is all right in the West, but my experience of yesterday tells me that it is all wrong in Cuba." But the cowboys laughed, one of whom said: "See here, Bill, when I was a kid I read a story one day about a fox whose iail was cut off by a steel trap, and when the other foxes laughed at him, he said that tails were no good anyway and were a useless encumbrance; that it was much without one, and they could run faster throug!1 the bushes, but another old fox who had been carrying a tail a long time remarked that it was a little strange that no fox had ever thought of that until he had lost his own tail." "Oh, yes," said Bill, "I read that story, too It was wnt ten by an old Greek some two or three thousand years ago. who made it up to amuse little boys. It isn't history at all, because we know foxes can't talk. But I recollect reading an other story that is history, and good scripture, too. It is about David, the who killed Goliath with a sling.'' "What is it?" a score of cowboys asked. "Tell us it."


YANKEE DOODLE WITH 'rHE ROUGH RIDERS. "Well, it is this way, as well as I can recollect: That fel low, David, after he killed Goliath, was made king, and lw married a whole lot of wives and -had a big hou s e full kids. Some of his boys got pretty wild, and one of 'em named Ab s alom w ent to be a cowboy, and he was a hustler, too. He let his hair grow long until it hung away down on his shoulders. He was s o good at rounding up c attle and fighting Phillistines-they might have been Spaniard s for all I know, for it's a mighty long time since I read itthat he became v e ry popular with the boys. They wer e afraid that when the old man died some other one of his s ons would be king, while they wanted Absalom so they got together and rai s ed a big army, s wearing that they'd have a cowboy for king or know the reason why. Of cour s e the old man c ouldn t stand that, so he sent hi s army of reg ulars to thrash the cowboys and bring Absalom home. The cowboys w e re mighty g ood fighter s but they couldn't s tand up against the old man's regulars, and so they got licke d anl had to s kip. Ab s alom was a g o o d rid e r and had a fa s t hor se, but h e was in a wood e d country like Cuba, had to dash through the woods to ke e p the old man's r eg ulars from catching him and, would you believe it, boys, as he wa s dashing throu g h the timber that lon g hair of hi s becam e entang led in the limbs of a tree and it yanked him out of th0 s addl e while his hors e went on as fa s t a s the wind. The r e he was, hanging by the hair when s ome of the officer s of the r e gular s c ame up and shot him full of arrow s After h'l was d e ad they cut him down and took him to the old man, who raised merry and p a rticul a r C ain becau s e the y had kill e d him. So you see what lon g hair i s worth to a man in t h e woods, and as it i s both hi story and scripture y ou'd bett e r put it in your pipe s and sm o k e it alon g with your f ox's ta il s tory." The stor y was a clin c h e r and c re a t e d a g o od d e al 0! faughte r Y anke e Doodl e was s o tic kled over it that h e r e peate d i t to Colon e l s Wood and Roo se v elt, and s oon they wer e lau g hin g o v e r it eve n a t t h e g e neral s h e adqu a r t ers. "That' s a g o o d on e s aid Colo ne l Wood "and ou g h t t.' m a k e eve r y cowbo y have his h air cut." E arly t h e n ex t morning afte r Colo n e l Woo d 's inte r v i e w w ith old P e dro t he Rough Rid e r s starte d out over t h e to fee l t h eir way toward San t i ago. Yanke e Doodle, j ot:J B a iley and the two c owboys, to get h e r with a compan y o [ C ubans, w ent on in advan ce. The r e was no li ttle di ssat i;; fa ction am ong the Rou g h Rider s be c au e they were not p er mitte d to go in adv a nc e t h e msel v e s They w e r e s poiling for a fight, and e a c h man want e d to b e the fir s t in it. Afte r they had a d v anced a c oupl e of miles, they divide<1 into two parti e s and passed a round opp o sit e side s of a high wooded hill, on e l e d by Colon e l Wood and the other by Lieutenant-Colonel R .oosev e lt. A s they w e re a dvan c in g alon g the foot of the hill Cubans sudd e nly made the di s cov e r y that the wqode,l height was cov e red with Spani s h s oldier s They hurried back to stop the advanc e of the Rough Riders. They r e ported it to the colonel and of c ourse through the others of the party all the cowboys got hold of it. They knew it was an ambush but what cared they fnr that? They w e re spoiling for a fight and bound to hav e it. It would probably have been impossibl e to hold them back after they learned that the Spaniards were right in their front, so they went on, and in a few minutes bullets from a thousand Mau sers were whistling through the bushes all around them. Yet not a single Spaniard could be s e en, while the s moke less powder they used gave but little idea of their exact lo c ality. Many of them fell, killed or wounded, but the Riders never faltered a moment. They p ersistently pushed forward, and Yankee Doodle and his little party led the way, even when their judgment urged them to go back. Colonel Roo seve lt, himself on foot, with rifle in hand, advanced with the very foremost. Moreland and Hawkins kept alongside of Pedro, Yankee Doodle and Joe, peering h e re and there throug h the bu s he s trying to get a glimps e of the enemy. The y were not men who wasted ammunition by firing into thic kets, for they had been in the habit of s hooting at something and hitting it. ) Suddenly they dashed into a party of n e arly fifty Span iard s who had been firing as fast as they co.uld in the di re c tion the American s w e re coming Instantly the old Cuban, finding himself within arm's len gth of a Spaniard, uttered a fierce yell of "Cuba Libre!"' and be g an laying about him with hi s machete. Hawkin s and Mor e land, with Y a nkee Doodle and J o'l, open e d on the m with their r e volv e r s one in each hand. The rapidity with which the cowbo y s c ould fire a was truly marv e lou s Spaniards fell all around them, for they used only the;r Mau s er s while the r e volvers could fire three s hot s to their. one. Still, it would have b e en all up with Yank e e Doodle an!! hi s four c om p anion s h ad no t P e dro s yell of "Cuba Libre brou ght o t h e r Cuban s to his s ide almo st ins tantl y The n the Rough l{id e r s c am e up, and the old cowboy y ell tha t had so oft e n s ent. t e rror into the hear ts of the Apache s of t h e West resound e d far ove r t h e hill s Of c ourse the Sp a niard s had to r etrea t. A s the y did so, the Rou g h Rid e r s hung on to their r e ar s o close, pouring in volley a f t e r voll e y from their de a dly revolver s that they:. brok e and fle d in a panic. On the other s id e of the hill Colonel Wood was pushing the e n e my b e for e him throu g h the bushe s The Spaniards s ou ght refu ge in an old d e s erte d di st ill e ry, whi c h was built of s ton e and bri ck, from the door s and window s of whic!J. t hey poured a h o t fire upon the adv a ncin g American s "M en!" sung out the colon e l, "they're in that house the re; l e t's g et inside and mix up with them!" With a y e ll the c owboys charg e d the old buildin g an.l the Spaniards utte rly astound e d at the auda c ity of the thing, sudd e nly receiv e d the impre s sion that a very large force must be close behind them. They could not concei v e it pos s ible that a small force would advance so recklessly on su c h a s trong po s ition, h e nce they went through th. edoors and windows on the other side and retreated in great di s order clear beyond the rang e of the American rifles. Colonels Wood and Rotlsevelt met and shook hands near the old building, congratulating each other on the splendid c ourage and fighting qualitie s of the men. During the advance old Pedro and his party ran into 1


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. party of the enemy in a clump of bushes, who at once down their arms and cried for quarter. Yankee Doodle, Joe and the two cowboys promptly granted it, but Pedro cut down three of them with his ma chete before they could stop him. "Caramba!" he excla imed. "Death to Spaniards!" "But they have surrendered," said Yankee Doodle. "I take no sen or," said the old man. "But it is the order of the general." "I won't obey such an order. I will kill!" The two cowboys led the five Spani s h prisoners back a faw paces in the direction of the Rough Riders, who coming up on the rear. The s ight of them so frightened the SJ;>aniards they broke away to escape in the direction th eir comrades had gone. As they did so they ran up against Pedro, Yankee Doodle and Joe. Quick as a flash the old Cuban wheeled on them with machete, cutting down two of them before Hawkins anu Moreland could interfere. Moreland caught him around the waist, while Hawkins tried to wrench his machete from his hand. Of course, he r esisted, and a desperate scuffie ensued, during which the remaining three Spania rds made a second dash for liberty. But for a party of Rough Riders who caught sight of them they would probably have escaped. As it wail, they were shot down It so happened that Pedro saw them when they fell. He ceased to struggle with cowboys, exclaiming with in tense satisfaction : "Sancti Marie! They are dead!" Moreland and Hawkins let go of him, and lte picked up his machete, which had fallen to the ground during the struggle, remarking as he did so: "Senor Americana, yu call it civilization to spare the enemy in the day of battle. It is the worst kind of foolish ness, at which the enemy himsel laughs." "You're right, pard," said Moreland, "but the best sol dier is be who obeys orders; and the order is that when the enemy surr ende rs you must not strike him." The firing continued. The fierce old Cuban ceased talking and again darted forward to take part in the fight and the others followed him. A few minutes later the Rough Riders were c omplete masters of the field, from which the enemy had been driven. Thg fight that day is now known as the battle of La ina, near the village of Sevilla. N early twenty of the Rough Riders were found dead in the bushes, while som e fifty or sixty were wounded, a much greater loss than was at first suspected The loss to the enemy, however, wns three times as great, as nearly sixty dead Spaniards werJ f ound and as many so badly wounded they could not get away. It is a well-known fact that the Spaniard, like the American Indian, takes away with him every wounded man who is able to stand on his feet, walk or run. When Yankee Doodle ioined Colonel Wood, near the old. deserted brewery, the latter grasped his hand and said: "I find that you were ri ght, for the enemy was in force exactly at the places you and the old said they would be." "Yes, Colonel," he replied, "I have learned to rely on the / judgment of nhe insurgents who have been fighting the Spaniards so long. I had never been over this hill, when old Pedro told me about it, and said that the Span iards would try to ambush us here, I believed him." "It bas cost us dearly," remarked the colonel, "but the moral effect of the victory i s worth all it cost, for it has taught the Spaniards that we are here to fight, and that when we fight we mean to win." At that moment some of the cowboys came up with sev era l prison e rs. The colonel could spea k Spanish quite well and at once began questioning them. One of the prisoners said that the men and officers of his e:ommand were astounded at the Americanos charging on them after the first volley. "We expected them to retreat when they found that we were in ambush there, but instead of doing so they came right oo, so we thought the whole American army was coming." "But you can't hold this position," added the prisoner. "Why not?" he was a sked "You will soon find out," he an s wered. Old Pedro, who was standing close by, beckoned to Y!_ln kee Doodle to follow him, and they walked away from the group "What is it, Pedro?" Yankee Doodle asked him. "I fear there is a Spanish force on our left, senor, behincl that range of hills out there," and he pointed as he spok e to a range of hills some two miles away. "Why do you i.hink so, Pedro?" "Because there is a road from Santiago going around that way. There is a village over there, and another roat1 leading from that toward the coast. It may be that the Spa.a. iards stationed here on this hill were instructed to hoL1 it and keep us engaged until they could sweep around behind us from that village and cut us off from the main army." "By George, old man," said Yankee Doodle, "the colon! must know that," and he hastened at once to inform Colonel Wood what the old man had told him. 'l'he col-onel looked in the direction indicated and men tally calculated that such a movement would be quite too daring for the Spaniards to undertake. "Let me go around there and see?" Yankee asked ""Go ahead," was the reply, "but be careful." "Can I have a few men?" Yankee Doodle asked. "Yes, if they will volunteer to go with you." "Yankee Doodle huned and went among the cowboys, saying he wanted twenty men to go with him to a little vil lag e a couple of miles away to see if there were any Span. iard s there. Every one he spoke to wanted to go, and in stead of twenty, thirty s lipp ed away with him, not an of ficer among them. Joe, Hawkins and Moreland went with them, and in li few minutes they were out of sight of the force of Roug!l Riders there by the old brew ery. When they reached the bottom of hill, they found about twenty Cuban scouts, who had been doing service down b etween the hills for the purpose of giving notice of the approach of any Spaniards in that direction.


DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. CHAPTER V. uWHAT ARE YOU GIVING THE COLONEL ASKED. Guided by old Pedro, the party moved around to the east side of the hill, and there struck the little road that he had spoken about to Yankee Doodle, which led in the direction of the village, a mile away. 'I'he old Cuban was extremely cautious as h e advanced, as he saw evidences of a recent occupation, by the Span iards. He cautioned the others to keep very quiet lest / they be overheard by the lurking enemy. Necessarily the advance was rather slow, as the wily old Cuban had no relish for an ambush prepared by the enemy. As they approached the little village the few scattering houses on the outskirts seemed to be entirely deserted. He called Y :mkee Doodle's attention to that fact, saying: 1 "Senor, that means that a figh't was expected here." "Yes," said Yankee Doodle, "it does look that way; but don't you think there are people in some of those houses ?" "No, senor ; there would be no safety for them. Bullets can go through them as easily as through the leaves of those bushes." By and by one of the Cubans saw a man, evidently one of the ':illagers, running away from the rear of one of the huts and called to him to halt. But the fellow ran all The wounded man closed his eyes, as though expecting that moment to be his last on .earth. "Hold on, P edro," said Yankee Doodle. may be telling the truth." "No, senor; he is lying." "Well, if he is, we can soon find it out. Give him a chance for his life. We will wait here until a couple of the men go forward." "There's no use of anybody forward, senor," said Pedro, shaking his head, "for a quarter of a mile up the road there is an old stone wall, built of stones taken from an old quarry that once supplied building material for Santiago; the Spaniards are behind that waiting for us. "How do you know they are?" "Because that's the way they do, senor; I know their habits, just as a farmer h'"Ilows the habits of his hocrs and t:> his cattle; and this fellow was sent out to give notice of our coming." "Is there no way to get around it?" Yankee Doodle asked. "Si, senor, if the Spaniards themselves don't see us or know we are here.'' "Then, l et's go around that way," suggested Yankee Doodle. the faster, whereupon Pedro raised his rifle, aimed and "Si, senor, we will go. Come on," and he started back fir e d at him. down the road along the way they had just come, with the The man was some two hundred yards away, and, of entire party following close behind them. 9 cour se, he missed him. When they had gone about fifty yards he turned square"What are you shooting at him for?" Yankee Doodle ly into the bushes on his left and began the ascent of the asked. hill, which at that point was covered with a dense thicket. "He is a spy, senor." When they had gone up nearly one hundied yards they "How do you know he is?" were at a sufficient height to see the whole village. "Why, if he was a friend of Cuba he wouldn't run away "Now, senor," said he, pointing to where the road ran from us." along the foot of the hill, up nearer the village, "that stone "Do you want him?" Hawkins asked. wall runs along on this side of the road, and the Spattiards "Si, senor; but don't kill him." are crouching down behind it there waiting for us." Hawkins raised his rifle, aimed and fired quickly; the "You seem to be quite certain of it," said Yankee Doodle. fellow stopped and went limping away to the cover of a "Si, senor, I know them; and when we creep along that clump of bushes. way, pointing along the hillside in front of him, "you will A half dozen Cubans dashed forward to catch him. 'I'hey see across the old quarry and have a good view of them." found him lying on the ground under the bushes, groan"Will we be close enough to fire on them?" ing. "Si, senoi, if 'they stay there." "What did you run away for?" Pedro asked him as they Yankee Doodle was silent for a then he thought came up. of the wounded man left lying in the bushes by the road"I was afraid, senor." side. "What we1e you afraid of?" "By George!" he said, "we made a mistake in leavincr 1:' "The soldiers," he replied. that man o"!lt there by the roadside. He may get word to "But you were. running toward the Spanish soldiers." them of our presence here." I "There are no Spanish soldie rs here." "No danger of that, senor," replied the old man with a "When did leave?" grim smile on his face. "This morning, senor." "Why not? Do you think he won't do it?" "\Yhere did they go?" "He can't do it, senor; he's dead." "To the city." "The deuce he is?" "Caramba !"exclaimed the old man; "why do you lie to "I sent a man back to him, senor," quietly remarked the us?" old man, and Yankee Doodle actually s huddered at the rev"! am not lying, senor." elation of the savage nature of the old insurgent. "Diablos! that's another," and the old man raised his "Lead on," he said, and the old fellow, telling the men ma chete threateningly. to follow right in his tracks, led off along the brow of the


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. hill, until they came to a place where they could see the old quarry below them, quite a deep excavation, covering a couple of acres of ground. "There they are, senor," whispered the old man, pointing beyond the quarry to a low stone wall, between three and four feet in height. For a distance of nearly two hundred yards could be seen the brown uniforms of Spanish soldiers as they la y upon the ground close up against the wall. There :fhu3t have been a couple of hundred of them. When the Rough Riders realized that they were in sight of the enemy, and that, too, within good range, they in o isted upon a fight. = "Now, see here," said Yankee Doodle, turning to Haw kins and Moreland, "they are two hundred yards away, and the average Cuban can't hit a horse at that distance, so yon must understand that if we pick a fight with them here, you've got to do the killing yourselves." "That's all right, my boy," said Moreland, "there are thirty -four of us here who can hit the every at that distance. We can each get a man as he lies on the ground, and we can get one or two more before they can aet away from there, unless they get over on the other side of that wall faster than jack rabbits." "All right, then," said Yankee Doodle; ''let every man get a place where he can make sure of his aim, and wait fol:' signal to fire." "What's the signal, pard?" "A single shot, and 1 will fire it within five minutes. The men quietly dispersed for a distance of one hundred feet along the side of the hill, while Yankee Doodle very coolly picked out a Spaniard who was sitting flat on the sround, leaning against the wall. "I'll give that fellow a bit of lead in the stomac h," 2 aid to himsel, raising his rifle and taking deliberate aim A sharp crack rang out on the still air, and tha man ha a imed at was seen to double over, with both hands on his >tomach. About twenty seconds passed, and then the rifles of the Rough Riders blazed along the hillside. The Spaniards tying behind the wall sprang up, rifles in hand. The n every Rough Rider began pumping his lead at the rate of about eight or ten shots a minute, and the astonishetl Spaniards were seen to drop here and there all along the line. They looked up at the hillside at the clouds of white powd e r smoke rising up from the bushes, and realized, when .oo late that instead of being the trappers, they were them selves the trapped. They fired a scattering volley and then went over the vall with astonishing speed. The roadbed being considera bly below the l evel of the ground along the base of the '3tone wall, the Spaniards were unable to use it as a breast works, because it was too high for them to fire over it, but tt effectually protected them from any further damage fro.rn the fire of the Rough Riders. "There they go!" sai d Pedro, pointing to a few rifle muz zles borne by the Spaniards as they ran at full speed along the roaa tuward the village. "Boys!" sung out Bill Hawkins, "this is the neatest job I ever had a hand in, for there must be at least fifty of them lying out there under that wall." ''Right are, pard," replied one of the cowboys. "They must have thought that the devil himself was up here." "Let's go down there," said Yankee Doodle, "and he started down the hill, followed by the others. When they reached the wall they found between fifty anrl sixty Spaniards, nearly half of them dead. The wounded men seemed to be utterly astounded at seeing them come down from the hills, when they had expected them to walk: into the trap set for them. lliany of the cowboys, from having seen lon g service on the plains along the borders of Mexico, were very familiar with the Spanish language. They talked freely with th.>. wounded men, and thus learned that there was a consiu erable body of Spanish troops at the other end of the village, holding the main road to Santiago. On learning that, Yankee Doodle instantly sent half a dozen Cubans to watch them. They went creeping and dodging along behind the houses, while Yankee Doodle and the others remained behind the wall until they could hear from them. In less than twenty minutes the rush of a considerable body of horsemen was heard, and soon a squadron of Span ish cavalry was seen dashing up as if to rescue their wound ed They never dreamed that the Americans themselves had come down and taken possession of the wall, and the first intimation. that they had that such was the case was a destructive volley from the Rough Riders and Cubans at close range. l\Iore than a score were knocked out of their saddles which caused the entire squadron to recoil and attempt t.; retreat. But behind them was an entire regiment of in fantry, which completely blocked the road and prevented the retreat of the cavalry. t "Now we've got 'em, boys!" said Yankee Doodle; "keep cool, and let 'em have it!" "You bet!" burst from the cowboys, who, protected bv the sto n e wall, began a merciless massacre of men anJ horses in the road. The infantry could not deploy, and so those who fired had to fire over the backs of the horse s which caused their bullets to pepper the tops of the hill s behind the Rough Riders. Not a moment did the firing cease from behind wall, and so great was the execution that the Spanish of ficers grew frantic in their efforts to move the regiment back. It was finally done, but ere they were of range many of the Rough Riders had fired the last cartridge in their belts "Don't use your revolvers, boys!" sung out Yankee Doo dle; "just swing your rifles on your backs and use the Mau sers lying on the ground here." "Good for you, pard!" sung out the Rough Riders, each of whom gathered up a Spanish Mauser rifle and took the belts from around the dead, with which they continued to pepper the enemy as long as they were within range. "Now, boys," sung out Yankee Doodle, "we must get


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. away from here; there are only about fifty of us, while there are probably a couple of thousand Spaniards out there. Let every man spring over the wall, .make a break for camp, and lose no time about it," and with that he leaped over the wall, followed by Joe Bailey and old Pedro. "Hold on!" sung out :Moreland; "why not get some horses?" "You can't get more than a dozen or so," returned Yan kee Doodle, "and they cost us as many lives. Come ahead, now, and let's not spoil our victory." With that Yankee Doodle led off in a brisk run down the road, with every man following. They ran at least half a mile before stopping; they were then panting like dogs who had been chasing deer, "Hold up now, boys," called out Yankee Doodle; "we can tak e it easy now, for those fellows won't dare follow for fear of being ambushed." And he was right. After waiting there for some ten or fifteen minutes to recover their wind, Yankee Doodle ordered a half dozen of the Cubans to conceal themselves in the bushes along the hillside to watch the enemy and send word back to camp if they attempted a movement in that direction. Then he resumed the march in the direction of the camp, each man bearing a captured Mauser and cartridge belt as a prize won in the fight. When they arrived at the old brewery building which Colonel Wood and the Rough Riders were holding, Col onel Roosevelt went forward to meet them, eager to learn about the firing which they had heard. On seeing the extra Mauser rifles they had with them. he asked: "Where did you get them, boys?" "At the picnic," Yankee Doodle replied. "Picnic, eh? I heard firing; was that the music you had?" ', ''Yes," was the reply. "I never had so much fun in my life. Every Mauser we've got here we wrenched out of the hands of dead Spaniards." "What are you giving me?" the colonel asked. "The straight truth, Colonel; and here are fifty men or more who will swear that we left a hundred rifles more on the ground, because it is too blamed hot to bring them away." The colonel laughed, saying that he didn't wish to hear men swear to a yarn like that. "All right," said Yankee Doodle, "then I suppose you think we stole these guns?" "Oh, no, not so bad as that. I'll give you credit for the guns you brought in; but, for heaven's sake, don't talk leaving any more behind you." CHAPTER VI. SHAFTER SENDS YANKEE DOODLE ON A DANGEROUS MISSION. So great was the excitement over the report brought by Y a.nkee D_oodle and his party that Colonel Wood resolved to send a detachment of five hundred of the Rough Riders to investigate the presence of the enemy in that locality, and Captain Capron led the advance. Yankee Doodle's party returned with them as guides, as well as to point out the different phases of the fight to their comrades. It took them less than two hours to reach the village, where they learned that the entire Spanish force had re tired to Santiago, fearing an attack in force by the Ameri cans. As soon as the officer in command was satisfied that the Spaniards had retreated he proceeded to investigate the scene of the fight. While the Spaniards carried away most of their wound ed, they did not wait to bury their dead, nearly one hun dred of whom were found lying where they had fallen. "Now, you see," said Yankee Doodle, "generally there are about two wounded to every dead man on the battle fitld, so you can figure for yourself the fun that we had here." "It must have been glorious fun, my boy," said the offi cer, "since you didn't lose a man yourself." "That's the way to fight," laughed Yankee Doodle. "The best generalship is that which inflicts the greatest loss upon the enemy with the least cost. But I must give credit to Pedro for piloting the way to make victory pos sible." "It was a wonderful fight," remarked the American I officer. "So it was," assented Yankee Doodle; "and if I had had abcut five hundred of the Rough Riders with me I would have attempted the capture of the whole Spanish force." "Do you think you could have accomplished it?" "Well, I don't know; but I would have tried with such a backing as that. At any rate I would have attempted it." It was learned from the villagers that the Spaniards had been there two days, apparently waiting in great ex pectancy, and the American officer suspected that a great scheme for the ambushing of a considerable body of the ) American troops had been planned; but the attack by a handful of men under Yankee Doodle had frustrated their plans. After spending an hour there, the Rough Riders re turned to camp, which they reached just as the stars were coming out. Tired and dusty they lay down on the hill side facing the sea to cool off in the breeze that came from the water. When the news reached General Shafter of what had occurred, he sent for Colonel Wood, who, suspecting what was wanted, took Yankee Doodle along with him and re ported at headquarters On the general's asking him about the fight, the colonel referred him to Yankee Doodle for the particulars, who explained the whole thing in as few words as possible, and so olearly that nothing was misunderstood. ''Young man," said the general, "that was a brilliant affair. You have .the making of a good soldier. I doubt if the war will show another fight like it, as you killed an I


YANKEE DOODLE WITH TITE ROUGH RIDERS. wounded at least three times as many men as your owr "Yes, I know that; and the chances are many." force without losing a man yourself." "Not in your case, were born lucky; and yet I "Yes, General," he replied, "I find that it is a great deal think you take more chances than anybody I ever saw." better to itse strategy sometimes than bullets .'' When he returned to his quarters Yankee Doodle had "Quite right; my boy," returned the general; "it is stratobtail!.ed permission frol!l the colonel that if he needed egy that often makes bullets most effective." any COIIl{lany on his mission the next day he mi!ght be per"Yes, I found that out; and once, when I was with Gen-' mitted to take Moreland and Hawkins with him. eral Gomez, he let me have a body of three hundred Cu"They are the best mep. I ever met," he remarked, "for bans, and with that number I managed to frighten a Spanthey don't lose their heads even in the hottest fight, and ., ish garrison of five huntlred men into surrender." they hit whatever they shoot at. "I hadn't heard of that," said the general, evidently very "Oh, we've got hundreds of just such men in the Rough much astonished. "When did that happen?" Riders," said the colonel. "Over a month ago, and in this province, too. When "Maybe you have, sir, but those are the two that y o u see General Garcia, ask him about it, for he was in I want." command at Bayamo at the time and sent reinforcement s That night he said nothing to any one about his inter to the place to secure the supplies that fell into our hands." view with the general, and next morning reported alone ''Well, see here, young man, you are a drummer boy, I at headquarters ready for whatever service might be rebelieve ?" quired of him. The general took him into his tent, where "Yes, General." they remained together undisturbed for a half hour. "And nearly raised a riot in camp the other night with "What I want you to do," the general said to him, ''is to your rum beating?" take such Cubans with you whom you think we can rel} ''Oh, that was the cowboys; General," he laughed. "I upon, go around the city of Santiago, and see for yourself 'don't claim any credit for that." what the defences are I want to get accurate information "Well, if I can bring it about," remarked the general, as to the character of the defences and the location of their "you shall have a regiment before this war ends, for evimost formidable batteries. At the same time I do not wish dently you know something about how to manage men." you to enter the city, because in the event of capture you'd "I don't know that I do, General; but when I have any-be dealt with as a spy. You can probably find Cubans thing to do with a fight, I try to see how we can win with near the city who already know the things that you are the least cost to our side frying to find out, but I don't wish to rely upon statements "That's the highest type of good generalship, let me tell from men who I do not know, unless they are to some exyou. Where is that man Pedro who was with you -that tent corroborated. Do you understand now what I am Cuban?" after ?" "He is in camp here with us." "I think I do, General, and will do my best to get the "Do you manage to control him in battle?" information for you. "I don't try to, General. I merely turn him loose and "Very well, then, make up your party and be off at count his dead after the fight is over." once." "You don't count his prisoners, do you?" Yankee Doodle saluted and left him, and a few minutes "Oh, no; he doesn't bother himself with prisoners; nor later met Hawkins, to whom he said: does he bother the prisoners of other soldiers. He simply "I'm going out after a little fun; do you want to go?" won't take any himself. I I could get a regiment of such "Will a duck swim?" Hawkins asked. men I'd be inside of Santiago within forty-eight hours." "I believe it will," laughed Yankee Doodle. "Where's The general laughed heartily and confessed that he beMoreland?" lieved he would be foolish enough to try it. "He is somewhere 'round in camp." "I know the men, General," said Yankee Doodle, "and "Well, hunt him up; I have permission from Colonel would not be afraid to enter into any desperate enterprise Wood for both of you to go with me, but don't say a word with them about it to any one else The general then instructed him to report to early "When are you going to start?" Hawkins asked. the next morning for duty, as he had a special mission "In thirty minutes, if you fellows can get ready in upon which he wished to send him. Yankee Doodle satime." luted and retired with Colonel Wood, who remarked to Hawkins hurried off in searcn of Moreland, whilst Yan him on the way back to his quarters that he had made a kee Doodle hunted up Joe and old Pedro. friend of the general, in which he was exceedingly forHe found the old man whetting his machete, and laying tunate. his hand on his shoulder, said in a half whisper: "For he will give you a cl:ulnce unquestionably to dis"General Shafter sends me on a dangerous tinguish yourself," he added. Amigo, and you know what that means." "And probably be 'extinguished,'" returned Yankee "What does it mean, senor?" the old man asked, looking Doodle. up at him "Oh, you'll have to take your chances on that," laughed "Why, it means that yop are to go too." 1 the colonel. 1 "Si, senor," said the old man, his face lighting up with


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. / joy; "my knife is sharp enough now-but some Spanish heads are hard, you know. Wh9 else goes?" "Hawkins, Moreland and Joe---just five of us; and we muel: take at least three days' rations with us. We go in a half' hour." "I will be ready then, senor ." He then hunted up Joe, and found the gallant fifer oil ing up his revolvers. "All right," said Joe, when he heard what was wanted; "I'll be ready when you are." He then went to !;lis quarters, packed up his effects and placed them in charge of a faithful old Cuban who had been performing that duty for him for some Moreland and Hawkins soon reported, and together the little party of five went over the hill in the direction of the Yillage of Sevilla, which was then held by a regiment of United States regulars. Having the password, Yankee Doodle had no trouble with the pickets, and was soon in the woods between the lines of the two armies. It was his aim to strike the shores of Santiago Bay about half way between the city and Morr::> Jastle, down at the mouth of the harbor. But there was no road l eading in that direction, except one from the old iron mine, which led right under the guns of the old fort. "Now, see here, men," he sai d to his little pflrty," I will explain to you now what this business is the general has sent us upon. We are sent to find out things and not b fight, so we mustn't do any fighting unless necessary. H we get the information that the general wants, it will plea>e him more than if we were to kill a hundred Spaniards. Now, be careful and don't jump in for a fight unless is force:l upon us." "All right, pard," said Hawkins; "just go ahead and we'll follow, because know that you are game and white all thro ugh." "Give me your hand on that, friep.d," said Yankee Do::> dle, and he and Hawkins wrung each other's hand. "Them's my sentiments, too, pard," said Moreland, ex tending his hand to Yankee Doodle. "Let me sign my name to that, too," said Joe, laughing ly extending his hand. "All right, old phap," and the drummer-boy and his fifer clasped hands. "We've been in many a tight place togeth er J oe and neither has ever gone back on the other. We have no need to ask each other what we are going to do, for we always know we are going to stand by each other, even in the last ditch. And as for you, Senor Pedro," he added, turning to the old Cuban, "you're as true a friend to me lS you are to Cuba; and as you have more than once saved my life, I am always ready to risk my life for you." "Si, senor," said the old man, as the tears stood in his eyes, "we will stand or fall tog e ther." "So we will, all of u s," said Yankee Doodle, and there i!l the bushes was formed a compact of five as brave men as ever fought for human liberty. And they were men who had fa ced death before and did not f e ar to face it again. "Now, Pedro," said Yankee Doodle, "you know the way. Lead on, and we will follow. Don't lead us into the road where we can be seen by the enemy, but keep close enoug h to it for us to get what we are in search of." "Si, senor, come on," and the old Cuban turned st oopin5 forward until his hand almost touched his knees. The others assuming a s imilar position, followed behind him. 'rhey thus pushed forward and twice crosserl narrow little roads leading toward the city. Presently the o d man stopped at the foot of a hill and pointed up toward the crest, saying : "Up there, senors, you can see the bay and harbor of Santiago." "How far away, senor?" Yankee Doodle asked. "About three miles," he replied. "Can we go up there wij;hout being seen?" "Si, senor, unless there are Spaniards up there." "Are we likely to find any there?" "I don't know, senor; I have been up there but once io. three years." "Well, we'll try it, anyway. Go ahead," and again the old man led the way, with the others close at his heels. n was quite a tedious climb, for where the bu s hes did not grow thickly were huge boulders; hence it was extremel.v difficult in many places for them to make the ascent. It was r eached, though, finally, and Yankee Doodle found, on using his field glass, that they were much nearer to MorrJ Castle than to the city. He gazed long and steadily for some two or three miles along the road, which connected the city and the defences at the mouth of the harbor. "What do you see, pard?" Hawkins asked him. "I see Morro Castle, the fort at Zocapa, the battery on Smith Cay and the Spanish fleet at anchor in the bay, and everything looks as quiet as a su nny morning in a countrJ town." "I guess that between here and there," be added, "in neighborhood of that range of low bills over there, they have thrown up lines of breastworks which we can't s .ee on account of the trees, so we'll have to go down a good deal closer yet and take a look at them." CHAPTER VII. ALONG THE DEFENCES OF SANTIAGO. After scanning the landscape half an hour or so, Yankee Doodle and his little party began to descend the bills facinothe bay of Santiago. They were careful to avoid all 0 open spaces, keeping well under cover of the bushes, with a keen lookout for any Spaniards. Twice they came abreaflt of cleared ground, which they had to circle to the right or left, -as the exegencies of the moment required. Finally they reached a patch of woods, from the west side of which they had quite a clea r view of the Spanish defences. .ft was a long line of breastworks, on which soldiers were still at work, and in front of them, extending the entire length, ran some half dozen or more barbed wire fences, apparently some fifty yards apart. At that distance they could only see the posts with the naked eye, but with the field glass the barbed wire was plainly discernible.


YANKE:Ef DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. Said Yankee Doodle to Jack Moreland, who was standing on the other side. The others followed, and then, guided b:r at his elbow: old Pedro, they kept on their way with the road just on "I want to make sure that I'm right. Take a squint at it their left. yourse1f and tell me what you see," and he handed him the In a little while they reached a farmhouse, in front of glass. which 1\'ere hitched a dozen or s o horses, evidently belongMoreland put up the glasses and took a long view, after ing to the Spanish cavalry. On the piazza of the house s at which he said: a couple of officers quietly smoking, and further investiga"I see a line of earthworks, with several barbed tion revealed the fact that the soldiers of the party wer e fences in front of it." e ngaged in preparing dinner, as. two were seen carrying "That's what I saw, too," said Yankee Doodle, "but I wood into the house by armful s thought I might be mistaken. Now you take a peep at it, "Don't disturb them," said Yankee Doodle in a whisper. Mr. Hawkins," he said, passing the glass over to the other "but let us go around in the woods behind the house." cowboy. They soon reached the rear of the premises, and w e r e "Yes, that's right," said Hawkins after a minute or two. pus hing on beyond, with old P e dro in advan ce. "It' s breastworks and barbed wire fences." Suddenly the old Cuban ran into a couple of Spanish sol"Those barbed wire fences are bad things to run up dier s who were gathering wood. against," remarked Moreland. They can beat any briar exclaimed one of the Spaniards, as he conpatch that ever sprouted." front e d Pedro, "who are you and what do you want?" "Si, enor," assented old Pedro; "they are worse tha:n a "Ere the old Cuban could an s wer the question the secwildcat to run up against. They have saved many a Spanond Spaniard made a break to esc ape, and would have suc iard from the machete, for we. could neither go over them, ceeded had not Hawkins dashed forward and intercepted under nor through them." him. Neither of the Spaniards had any arm s so Hawkim "It is the first time in military history that such a decovered him with his revolver and ordered him to halt. :fence was ever used, and I guess they're going to give on!' The soldier did so, and Hawkins seized him by the boys a good deal of trouble. They can be cut away with lar and led him further back into the bushes, saying at thd nippers, but while the cutting is being done the boys will same time: be exposed to the fire from behind the breastworks. I won"If you make a noise yo1.1're a dead man." der if those defences continue all around the city?" "Bring your man along Pedro," said Yankee Doodle, "They do, senor," said old Pedro, "as I have seen them in and the old Cuban instantly collared the other one. Thev several places north of the city. It's going to cost us dearwere taken back a couple of hundred yards or more, wher.e ly to capture the city by assault, maybe the lives of .several the woods grew thick, and there Yankee Doodle and Haw thousand brave men." kins, both of whom were pretty well up in Spanish, proAfter remaining there half an hour or so, the little party ceeded to question them. moved on in a northerly direction, and within a mile of the "Are you Americanos?" one of the prisoners line of breastworks. A quarter of a mile further on brought "Yes," said Yankee Doodle; "there are about fifty thouthem to another clearing, which forced them to make a desand of us around here, and we are looking around to see tour to the right order to keep under cover of the woods. what you fellows are doing." They were in sight of houses scattered here and there, "We are not doing much jus t now," said the prisoner every one of which was deserted, because they would who seemed to be quite intelligent. "We are only waiting directly in the line of fire in case of attack. for the Americans to attack us." In passing around that clearing they struck a road anil "You are ready for us, eh ?" said Yankee Doodle. stopped in the bushes by the side of it on hearing the sounu "Si, senor, and anxious to have your army attack the <>f horsemen coming from the direction of the city. city." As they crouched back in the bu s hes they saw a party Q.f "You won't have to wait very long. How many soldier Spanish cavalry go by, with several officers, one of whom have you got there behind thos e breastworks?" was a general, who old Pedro said was the commander of "We have enough, s enor." the Spanish army at Santiago. They had evidently been "About how many thousand?" out inspecting the hills, with a view of e s tablishing am"I have never counted them, senor," was the evasive rcbuscades probably. ply. "Lord!" exclaimed Hawkins, "I could have knocked him "But how many are said to be there?" <>ut of his saddle with the greatest ease." "I don't know, senor." "Any of us could," said Yankee Doodle, ''but it would "Well, now, see here," said Yankee Doodle, very firmly, have looked like murder to do it. Yet, if there hadn't been ''. you had better tell us what yo u do know or you won't know so many of them, I would have made an effort to anything. While I have no desire to kill a man except in them. It won't do to have them scouring the woods in battle we will certainly put you to the machete if you don't search of us, for jt would prevent our getting the informagive up such information as we think you have. War is n tion we're after. I guess we had better push on now," and bloody business, as you know and if you want to survive it with that he ran acros s the road, disappearing in the bushes yon had better answer my questions."


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. 17 The Spaniard seemed to falter and looked a bit fright.! face of Pedro was really comical. Only his great love for encd as he saw the old Cuban quietly testing the edge of Yankee Doodle prevented him from cleaving the heads of his machete with the thumb of his left hand, while his the two prisoners. As it was ) he preserved a grim silence black eyes were snapping. throughout the entire proceedings. "Y 0u ought to know, Senor Americana," he finally said, When fully satisfied that the men were securely bound ''that a private soldier in a large army doesn't know much and gagged, Yankee Doodle said to the others in Spanish, of what is going on around him." in order that the prisoners might understand it: "Very true," assented Yankee Doodle; "but an intelli"Come on now, we'll go back to camp," and with that he gent soldier like you can see a great deal while he may not led off through the bushes in the direction of the coast; know anything about the plans of his officers. You will but when he had gone a hundred yards or so he turned to have to answer my questions or else get a taste of that his companions and said: machete there, which has already cleaved many a Spanish "I guess they think we are going back, so we will turn head. Now, tell me how many men are behind those now and go the other way, leaving them far enough to the breastworks in the city." left out of hearing; so lead on, Pedro, and stop grieving ''I have heard there are twenty thousand, senor," was because you didn't get a chance to kill those poor fellows." the reply. "Si, senor," said the old Cuban as they started off, "you "Very good," said Yankee Doodle. "Does that line of are only man in the world I can forgive for such a breastworks extend all around' the city?" thiug ar; that." "Si, senor." "And those barbed wire fences, too-?" "Si, senor." "How many lines of fences are there?" "Five or six in some places, and more in others." "How far apart are the fences?" "About fifty yards. senor; but in some places farther apart, and in others closer." "How many cannon are mounted along the lines?" "I don't know, senor, as I have never been along the entire length of the fortifications." "Where are the most of them mounted?" "Farther up nearer"the city, at plaees where the Americans are expected to make the to break through." "How about provisions?" ''We get rations every day, senor." "Do you get full rations?" "No, senor; the private soldiers get no meat at all." they taken any guns from the ships to mount on the breastworks?" "Only some small ones, senor." "Do the men in the ranks believe they can hold the town?" "Si, senor; they all say they can whip the Americanos." Yankee Doodle then turned to Moreland with the remark that he believed the fellow had told the truth. "So do I," assented the cowboy; "but what's to be done with them, for we can't turn them loose and have a thousand men after us ?" That was said in English, which the two prisoners evi dently didn't understand. "No," said Yankee Doodle, "it wouldn't do to turn them loose, and I am not willing to have them killed; so we had better gag them and tie them to some of these trees." ''Yes," said Hawkins, "that's the best thing to do;" and they proceeded forthwith to tie the two prisoners to a couple of trees in such a way as to entirely preclude any escape, save by the assistance of oth ers who might find them; after which they fixed a gag for each one, so that he could utter no sound other than a groan. While that was being done the look of disgust on the The others chuckled and followed on behind the old fellow, whilst Jack Moreland remarked: "Lord! but don' t he hate the Spaniards?" "Like poison, said Hawkins. "I don't blame him, though," put in Joe; "and I some times think it is wrong to stand between him and his ven geance." ''So do I," assented Yankee Doodle; "but hanged if I can stand by and oee one cut down another in cold blood. It looks too much like murder." In a little while they had passed far beyond where they had left the two bound prisoners and were pushing their way northward through the timber. They were now approaching the outskirts of the city, and the line of breastworks extended further into the country. Here and there they saw farm houses deserted, and some in ruins. In two or three places they obtained glimpses of Spanish scouts, who kept well in the roads, as though they could not see that an e nemy would approach by any other route. But as they were not looking for a fight they carefully avoided them. At three different places they obtained quite good views of the line of earthworks, and saw that they were about the same, with barbed wire fences in front and cannon mounted to sweep open places where the Americans would naturally be expected to charge. "I don't think they have much cannon," remarked Yan kee Doodle, as he handed his field glass to Moreland, "as there are long stretches of breastworks which have nothing behind them but Mausers." "Yes," said the cowboy, "but a Mauser is a pretty dan gerous thing behind earthworks." "They are dangerous anywhere, if you get before them." "So they are; and the best way to do is to rush in and mix up with them. At close quarters a brace of revolvers are worth half a dozen Mausers." "Very true," assented Yankee Doodle, "but we've got to get rid those barbed wires before you can mix with them, and while we are cutting them the Mausers will make it hot for us." "See here pard," said "what's the matter wiift


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. slipping up and cutting those wires on a dark night and making a rush early the next morning?" ''it can be done," said Yankee Doodle, "but I guess they have sentinels out to give warning of the approach of wir'l cutters." "But if they do, they can't see far in the dark, and the fire from the breastworks won't do much harm if we don't return it and thus give them our range." .\ "I guess that's about what will be done, but that's a mat ter for the general himself to deide They thus discussed the pro and con of the situation while picking their way through the bushes northward. An hour or so later they reached the outskirts of a little village containing something over a hundred houses. It was on one of the main roads, perhaps the most oue leading into Santiago. The residents seemed to be quite r.blivions of the fact that they would be exposed Lo the fire of the contending armies within a few days, as men, wom eu and children were moving about with apparent un7 concern. Quite a number of Spanish soldiers, men and of ficns were also seen moving about, some on horseback and others afort. "If we had about fifty of the Rough Riders here now," said Yankee Doodle, "we could dash in there and pick up quite a batch of prisoners "'rhat's so," said Hawkins, "and I'm sorry they are not here. When we go back, if you g iv e Colonel Wood the hint, he might make a dash and give us a chance for a little fun." "I'll give h1m the hint," returned Yankee Doodle; "but, say, here comes a soldier with a girl, and they are making right for this place. We had better get back or they see us," and they moved back some twenty or thirty paces deeper into the woods, leaving Pedro as a watch. Some fifteen or twenty minutes passed when the scream was heard, and a fierce "Caramba!" "By George!" exclaimed Yankee Doodle, in a low tone o.f voice, "they must have run into Pedro, or else he has run into them Wait here and I'll go forward to see," and with his machete in hand, he slipped away through the bushes in the direction of the spot from whence came the scream. In a few minutes he came upon old Pedro, who was quiet ly talking to the young gir l, while the soldier was lying but a few feet away with his head split open. "What's the trouble, Pedro?" Yankee Doodle asked. "There is no trouble at all now, senor," the reply. "The senorita cried for help, and I gave it to her." "You did right," said Yankee Doodle. "We defend the women of Cuba at all times. But the senorita must nnt betray our presence here." "Nor will I, Senor Americana," said the girl, looking up appea lingly &t him. CHAPTER VIII. The young girl was very good looking, and apparently about eighteen years of age, with large, lustrous black eyes. It was very evident that she was intensely excited, as she was trembling like a leaf in the wind "Have no fear, senorita," said Yankee Doodle in a kin tone of voice, "for the American soldiers never harm men and children." "Senor," she said, "they tell us the Americanos kill women and children wherever they go. "It is not true, senorita, for we are now feeding thou sands of starving women and children of Cuba. You may return to your home and thank God that we were near enough to protect you from that brutal Spaniard." "He is not a Spaniard, Senor Americana; he i s a Cuban Volunteer whom I have known for years, but I never thought he would seek to harm me." "Caramba!" hissed old Pedro; "the Volunteers are worse than the Spaniards." "Senorita," Yankee Doodle asked, "how many Spanish soldiers are in the village there?" "I don't know, senor; they're coming and going all the time." "Are there as many as h hundred there?" "l think so, senor "Are there of them i n camp near here?" "No, senor, they come out from the city, but their scouts are here all the time "How are the people in the village? Are they in favor Jf Spain?" ltNot all of them, senor, but thsy have to say they are, or the Volunteers will kill them "If we let you return home, you will not say anything about having seen us here?" "No, senor, I will say nothing But they will find him here," and she pointed at the Volunteer as she spoke, "and then they will ask me about it, and if I do not tell them the truth they will kill me." "'l'hey will kill you if you do," said old Pedro. "So yo1t must say nothing, senorita, except that you left him here in the woods, and don't know how he came to his end. Stick to that and they may not harm you." "I will do that, senor," said she, and by this time she ha'l quite recovered her composure, and a few minutes later sh2 was permitted to return to the village. "Now, Pedro," sai d Y anket: Doodle, "we must get arounl this place, cross the road and keep northward. Do you know the way?" "Si, senor; hut as it is near night we had better remain here; when it dark I will call on some friends who live in the village, and through them can get a good aeal of information." "Then we had better move farther back," suggested Yankee Doodle. "Just a little farther, senor," assented the old man, lead ing the way back about a hundred yards, where they stopped ancllay down on the leaves under the wide-spread ing branches of a huge live oak, where they made an as sault upon their rations. "What are we to do for water?" Joe asked. "I will get some, senor," said old Pedro, rising to his feet and stalking through the bushes. He was gone nearly half an hour, after which he re turned with a pail of .clear, sparkling water. "Where did you get it?" they asked. \


. YANKBEDOODLE WITH THE TIOUGH RIDERS. Ul "At the spring, senor," and he pointed over his shoulder with the thumb o.f his left hand in the direction parallel with the road. "But the pail-where did you get that?" "I borrowed it, senor, from a poor Cuban woman whose husband has been slain by the Volunteers." "Uoes she. know we are here?" "No, senor, she thinks I am alone. I promised to return the pail when it is dark." An later the sun went down and the sombre shadows of night settled heavily over the scene, and a little later Pedro said to the others: "I will go into the senor, and if you remain here you will be safe." 1 "How long will you be gone ?" Yankee Doodle asked. "I don't know, senor; it depends upon what I see and hear.. It may be one, two or hours before I return; hut if you stay here under this tree you will be safe. My signal will be the cry of the whippoorwill, and you must give me the same," and with that the old man glided away in the dark; leaving the other four reclining on the bed of leaves under the huge oak. The old man was gone until near midnight, and \when he returned he :found them all asleep except Joe, who was on watch. Withoutsaying a word he lay down on the leaves and in a .few minutes was soundly sleeping. Joe called up Hawkins, who was to relieve him on guard duty, to whom he whispered that Pedro had come back. "All right," said the cowboy. .1 oe then laid down for his nap. The old man was up at sunrioo and had a story to tell. Said he, turning to Yankee Doodle: "I visited the families of half a dozen friends, and tlirough them learned that the enemy was expecting General Pando from the north coast with an army o; ten thousand men; that when he arrived it was expected the entire Spanish army would march o:ut of the city to surround the Americans and cut them to pieces." The other four chuckled over the idea, while Yankee Doodle remarked that it would be a soft snap for Shafter if the Spaniards would try that game. "But did you see no Spaniards?" he asked of old Pedro. "Si, senor; I met two officers, who were drunk and in sulting everybody whom they met. They drew their swords and struck two soldiers, ran up against me, ordered me roughly to get out of the way, and one of them struck me with his clenched hand. They are both dead now, and I founfl a helt full of Spanish gold on each one," and with that he produced the belts for examination by the others. "By George!" exclaimerl Yankee Doodle, what we call a windfall in America." "Si senor it's what we call a deadfall in Cuba," and he at' once to empty the one the other, which he buckled around h1s wa1st, pulhng h1s blouse over it. ''You're in luck," said Hawkins. open for another deadfall like that, and you can soon stock a nice little farm." After eating a breakfast the little party went to the edge of the wood where they could overlook the village. 'rhey saw that there was great excitem ent there over the killing of two Spanish officers in the street the night before. Sol diers were seen arresting every maD; who lived in the place. "Pedro," said Yankee Doodle, "I'm a:fraid you are going w be the cause of some innocent man's being shot." "What matters it, senor?" he replied; "all the men wh9 are friends of Cuba are with Gomez and Garcia. Those who are arrested there now are worth nothing to either side; it is a just punishment to them to stay where the Spaniards can shoot them at their leisure." "Oh, I guess some of them are friends of Cuba," said Yankee Doodle. "Very few, senor. If they are, they are majaces (skulk ers), all of them, and don't deserve any sympathy." They moved on around the village, crossing the road some little distance from it, and again plunged into -the woods. They had advanced scarcely fifty yards beyond the road side when they ran into a party of nearly a dozen Span ish soldiers, who were dividing some plunder they had secured somewhere the night before. Their rifles w!lre ing against a tree, and the moment they saw two cowboys one of their number sung out: "Caramba Americanos !" Quick as a flash, seeing that it was fight or run, More land and Hawkins sprang among them with their revolver:< and began dropping them right and left. Half of them were down within thirty seconds; whereupon the others made a break to escape. Pedro cut down two and Joe and Yankee Doodle each dropped one, while Hawkins and Moreland dashed on and overfuok the other two, whose lives would have been spared had they asked for quarter instead of viciously resisting. As it was, they were quick ly despatched. Upon investigation they found among the plunder that the villians were dividing women's dresses and jewelry. "The fiends!" exclaimed Yankee Doodle. "I wonder i they killed the poor victims they robbed?" "They always do, senor," said old Pedro. "Well, then, they deserve the fate that has overtaken them. We will let everything lie right here, so their com rades mav know when they find them that Cubans and. Americau"s are not as they are. If they have any money, though, we'll take that." The bodies were searched, but very little money found. "Come on," said Yankee Doodle, "let us get away from such a scene as this. If I could have dodged them, I would have done so, but after they saw us, we had to fight for self preservation." "And the fun," suggested Jack Moreland. "I don't enjoy such amusement," remarked Yankee Doodle. "Si, senor; I shall keep it until the war ends, and then "Well, I do, when they are Spaniards," returned the cow eyes boy. buy a home." "That's right," said Yankee Doodle; "keep your


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. "Si, senor," said old Pedro, with a grim smile; "ven-"And every one," said he, "inquired if I knew where you .geance is a pleasure to me." were, senor, and I told them you were with the American "Now, Pedro, do you know which way we are going?" army, and that when they captured the city you would pay "Si, senor, we "'i.ll soon get close to the Spanish lines if. them a visit." we keep on this way." "That is right, Pedro," said Yankee Doodle, "for the "Just what I want, then; but be careful that we are not wives of the insurgents in that village were the kinpest seen." friends I have ever met jin Cuba. Did you find out if any of They pushed on for a mile or so, and finally came in sight the insurgents from there have been killed?" again of a clearing that had been made by the Spaniar his comrade that Pando's army couldn't be more than three days' march away. "Yes," sai d Yankee Doodle, "they are looking for Pan do, but I guess Garcia's men will be able to hold him in e;heck, as I cannot see how our army could get arounc. on this side of the bay without endangering its communi cation with the fleet in case of supplies. I guess we had better wait here until night, so you can slip into the vil lage, Pedro, and see what news you can pick up." "Si, senor, that is the best thing to do;" so they pushed back further into the wocds from the roadside, where there was a dense shade and the air comparatively cool. There the four Americans lay down to rest from the fatigue oi their long tramp. In the meantime Pedro said he would go forward and sec if he could meet anyone he knew in the village. They did not see him again until midnight, and they were apprehensive that some disaster had befallen him. When he did return he brought with him a basket fillecl with fruit, which the patriotic wives of the insurgents in the village had given ;_,im. ./ CHAPTER IX. A CLOSE CALL--YANKEE DOODLE RETURNS TO REPORT TO THE GENERAL. On hearing the call of the Spanish sentries, the little party instantly crouched down under the bushes and wait ed to see whether or not they had been discovered. They heard voices a few paces on their left, but only Pedro wa s near enough t? understand what was said. He turned quickly to the others and whispered: "They have seen us, senors, and they are looking for us." "How many are there ?" Yankee Doodle asked. "Don't know, senor; they are scouts waiting here in the woods. Come," and he dodged off to the right, running in a crouching position, keeping well under the bushes be tween the Spaniards and the roadside. The others followed him quickly, but they had advanced scarcely fifty feet ere a volley of some thirty or forty rifles sent a shower of bullets after them. Both Joe and Yankee Doodle had their clothes torn by Mauser bullets, while Moreland, who still wore his hair long, in cowboy style ; had a lock of it clipped from his head


YA.NKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. 21 .. Keep right on," whispered Yankee Doodle, as he ran time they had reached the limit of the thicket. He stopped the bushes close behind old Pedro. there for a little while to listen and get his bearing. They heard the sounds of pursuit for moFe than a hun"Are you lost, old man?" Yankee Doodle asked. yards or so, when Hawkins said: "'Oh, no, senor; we are all here." "Pards, they are trailing us." The two cowboys chuckled, and Hawkins remarked: "Well, keep on," said Yankee Doodle; "we don't want "I'll gamble on stop to fight unless compelled to." "So will I," assented Joe; "what's the stake?" Old Pedro led the way with a skill and speed that put lives," said the old Cuban; "and if you don't keep others to their mettle to keep up with him, and twice quiet it will be a losing game." had to stop as some of the party behind him fell heavily "Now, boys, shut up," Yankee Doodle suggested, -"and the tangled vines through which they were oourslet him follow his own judgment." their way. The old man led off again, and they followed him for Finally he stopped and straightened up to listen. another hour without a word being spoken. "They are not following us, senor," he said after a poose Presently they came to a clearing, beyond which they a minute or two. had a full view of the barbed wire fences and the Spanish "All right," said Yankee Doodle, "but the sooner we get intrenchment, not than two hundred yards away. from here the better it will be for us, for there must "Now, come, senors," said the old man, the fiJ;st to break a pretty good crowd of them back there." the silence, and again he led the way through the bushes "But, see here," Joe asked, "did you see any of those feljust far enough away from the clearing to keep out of "No, senor." "Are you sure they were Spaniards?" "Si, senor. Why?" "Well, because it seems to me that were they Spaniards would not have been hiding in the bushes there. I suspect they were Cubans." "You are wrong,tSenor," said the old guide, "for I heard sentry telling the others that he was sure he saw some !l.rrterJtca:nos run across the road." "That settles it," said Yankee Doodle, "for they never have :fired on us had they been Cubans after hear-that we were Americans; but I can't understand why should be concealed in the bushes when so close to own line, unless they are expecting American or Cu scouts along the road there." "I reckon that's it," said Jack Moreland, "and guess barber is with them," and he exhibited quite a chunk hair had been clipped from the right side of his head. Hawkins chuckled and remarked: "I reckon you'll cut the balance of it o.ff, eh ?" "You bet I will," he replied, "if I don't get hung up in bushes before I get back to camp." "Oh, there isn't much danger of that," chuckled Bill, long as you are on foot." "Do you know where we are now?" Yankee Doodle asked the old Cuban. "I do," said Joe, speaking up before Pedro could answer. ''You do, eh? Where are we?" "In the woods," replied Joe. "Long head," remarked Yankee Doodle; "can you show the way out of it?" "I'm no guide," remarked Joe. "Come, senor," said Pedro, leading off again, and the followed him without question, and soon found emselves in a dense thicket of vines and bushes that were impenetrable. The old man turned to thJ right and slowly made his way through the bushes for upward of an hour, by which sight of the enemy. Mile after mile passed, and then they struck a road which they had crossed the day before, leading north from the city of Santiago. "Do you know where we are now, Pedro?" Yankee Doodle asked. "Si, senor, we are now between the main army of the Spaniards and the outpost at the village of El Caney." "How far are we from El Caney?" "About a mile, senor, and two miles from the city." "Do you know anything about what the force is at El Caney?" ( "There are between two and three thousanG. soldier::; there, senor, and they intend to light "How do you know tHey do?" "Because they have entrenched themselves there in order to hold the road." "Is any chance for us to see those intrenchments?" "Si, senor, but I've seen them already, a week ago." "I' d like to see them myself, ill order to be able to tell the general that I have." "Come on, tben, and we will see them." "Understand, now," said Yankee Doodle, "we don't want them to see us." "Si, s enqr; keep close behind me." In about twenty minutes they were in sight of the village of El Caney, where they saw a couple of Spanish regiment; encamped along a line of breastworks, but there were nG barbed wire fences. The position was a good one from a military standpoint, but it was devoid of artillery, a fact that caused Hawkins to make a remark that they didn't.ex pect to hold it, since they were not willing to risk any can non in defence of it. "That's what I think, too," said Yankee Doodle, "but two or three thousand Mausers behind those works can do an awfu1lot of damage." "All the same," said Moreland, "our boys will go over it like rabbits over a log." "You bet they will," assented Hawkins," and when they


2 2 YANKEE DOO DLE Wl'rH THE R O UGH RID ERS d o the fellows behind them have got to do some p retty tall running to save themse lves from death or cap ture." "Let's get back to eamp now, boys, just as q ui ck a s we can," said Yankee Doodl e "for we have now seen all t h at .the genera l wants to know about it." T hey were abou t to sta r t southward agai n w h e n the :soun d of t h e app roach o f a t roop of cavalry caused them 1- > move back i n to tne b u s hes. The Spanish t r o o pers passe d w i thin p i sto l s h o t of t h e m a few m i nutes l ate r wer e o u t of sight in a be n d o f t h e 1'o ad. "Now come on, boys,'' said Yankee D ood le, "we m u.st reach camp to-night if it is possible tor us to oo so. '['hey made a dash across tha road, ente r ed the woods again and pushed on up the hillside "We're going to have a storm," said Joe, as l oud peats o f thunder reverberated all through the mountains "Si seno.r,'' assented Pedro; "the very heavens are going to open on us If we go fast for another mile we can finJ shelter in a hut," and he led off in a trot that put the others to their mettle to keep up with him 'rhey were not i estined, however, to reach the shelter before the storm broke upon them, for in less than five min utes heavy rain drops began to patter on the leaves. Olll Pedro came to a halt under an immense oak, with the re mark : "\Ve can't reach the hut, senor." "Well, then, we' ll have to take it," said More l a n d, a nd take it they did Such a do1rnpour of rain no one in the party had ever before seen, except the old Cuban. It fell in torrents, and Hawkins offered to bet his rifle that the rain drops were big as billiard balls 'They are as big as watermelons, pard," said :Moreland, ilS a great torrent of water came Tushing down the hillsidti with a roar that almost drowned their voices "Say, pard," said Hawkins after a few minutes, during which the volume increased, "if we don't tie o u rse l ves to gether, \re'll be washed away." "Hold to a bush," l aughed Yankee Dood l e "Holcl to nothing," growled Hawkins. "A l ittl e mor: \ of this will wash the whole mountain away Old P(dro stood grim and silent, leaning against a tree, l istening to the remarks of his comrades. He was used to that sort of thing, and knew that while the storm threat ened to drown out all creation, it would soon pass away, and they could resume their tramp. Though drenched to the kin, their amm u nition was safe, as they used meta l lic CRl' triuges The downpour lasted about an hour, when it ceased ::.s suddenly as it began, and the sun came out hotter than ever, if possible The intense heat of the sun filled the air with a steam-like vapor Waiting a little while longer for the water to run off along the hillside, the little party resumed their t r a mp It was nearly night when the little party, wear y an d f ooi sore, reached the village of Sevilla, wh i ch was t h e n held by the Roug h Riders u nder Colone l Wood. "Where in the wor l d have you fellows been?" the colo n e l asked of Yankee Doodl e; "we have missed you for three days "We have b een the whole l ength of the Spanish in J;tenchll}ents," was the re p ly "The d e uce you have "Yes and I must see the ge n e r a l j u st as quick as possi bl e D o you k no w whe r e he can be fou n d to n ight?" "No I d on't, but pi' o bab l y Gener a l Wheel er can tell you." "We ll where is he?" "About three mi les from h ere, near the o l d b r ewery we captured the other day "Can you see me t h ro ugh there, Colone l ?" "Of course, I can," and half a dozen Cubans were calle'l up and instructed to take Senor Yankee Doodle to Gen eral Wheeler without a moment's loss of time The two cowboys and Joe remained behind, while Y an kee Doodle and old Pedro pushed on for the general's head quarters That famous old Confederate soldier was rest ing in a hammock after a hard day's work at the front, when one of his staff led Yankee Doodle into his presence. "General," said Yankee Doodle, "I'm looking for Gen eral Shafter; Colonel Wood told me that you probably could tell me where I could find him." "He is about five miles in the rear," replied the general, glancing at the yo ng American from head to f.oot as if sizing him up. "What is your business with him?" "I wish to make an important report to him, General, as I have just come in from a three days' scout along the entir e length of the Spanish intrenchments around the city." "That was a big job, young man," remarked the gen eral. "I found it so, sir," he returned; "and the army will find a still bigger one when it advances." "I've no doubt of it. I'll send one of my staff you to the general's quarters at oncEt What is your name?" "Phil Freeman, sir." "He is Yankee Doodle, Sanor General," said old P edro, who was standing a few feet away. 1 "Ah !" exclaimed the general, looking at him keenly; "I've lreard that name frequently, and I'm glad to see you," and he extended his hand to Yankee Doodle, who grasped and shook it warmly. In less than minutes he was mounted on a good hcrse aitd on his way to Shafter's headquarters, accom panied by Pedro and a staff officer. It was a rough road, but had been greatly improved by the engineers, yet it took them nearly two hours to make the five miles in the dark. When the general saw him he said, as he extended his hand: ":Cve been waiti n g a ll the avening expecting your ar r ival." "I've come just as quickly as I could, Gene r al, and have traveled eight miles since night set in. He then, with old Pedro close by his side, made a verbal report to the general, ever y word of which. was taken down by a ste nogr apher The gene r a l asked hi m many questions, his a ns w e r s to which w ere COffObor ate d by explanations fro m the old Cu-


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. 23 ban, whose knowledge of the country which they had tra versed enabled him to give exact distances. From the way he was questioned by the general Yankee Doodle inferred that the outpost at El Caney would be the scene of the first attack. Old Pedro was required to make a rough map of the road from the city to El Caney, as well as the lines of in trenchments thrown up there by the enemy. "You have done splendid work, my young friend," said the general to Yankee Doodle, "and I thank you, and each one who accompanied you, in the name of the whole army." "Thank you, General," said both of them; "we have tried to do our duty, and are glad that you are pleased with our efforts." "I am more than Jlleased," said the general, "and you will soon see the value of your work in the results that are to follow." CHAPTER X. IN THE THICK OF THE FIGHT AT EL CANEY. Early the next morning after his report to General Shafter, Yankee Doollle found nearly the entire army on the move, pushing toward the front. The gen e ral himself r c d e over to General Wheeler's headquarters with his staff, and Yankee Doodle and Pedro followed close behind. "Amigo," said he to the old Cuban, "we're going to have a fight." "\here, senor? Pedro asked. "I don't know; but somewhere out there in front." "Senor, my machete is sharp, and will soon rust if I don't use it. Are you going into the fight?" "Yes, if I can find out where it takes pliwe," was tlie reply. At Wheeler's headquarters couriers and staff officers were seen darting here and there carrying orders. Y ankee Doodle watch e d them for half an hour or so, and then walked in boldl y sa-luted the general, and asked: "Have you any orders for me, General?" "No, not to-day," was the reply. ''Well, then, will you kindly assign me where I can have a hand in the racket ?" A smile illumined the broad face of the general, who remarked: "You had better keep out of it; somebody is going to get hurt." "Oh, thunder F' exdaimed Yankee Doodle, "I'm not built that way, General." General Wheeler, who was a small-sized man, spoke up quickly: "You are just my style, young man. Go over and get witll Colonel Wood's crowd, and you'll be right in it from the beginning." "Tharik you, General," and he saluted a.nd retired quick ly to join old Pedro, wh<'> was waiting outside for him. "Come, Pedro," said he, "we will go back to Colonel Wood' s men, who are going to be the first in the fight." "Si, senor," and they both set out almost on the run. When they came up with the Rough Riders they found the entire command under arms awaiting orders. "Colonel," said Yankee Doodle, going up to Colonel Wood, "General Wheeler told me that if I joined you to, day I could have a hand in the little racket." "All right, my boy," said the colonel; "I guess we'll be in it pretty heavy to-day, and you can go in with the ooys to your heart's content." "Thank you," he returned; and he immediately started out in search of Joe and the two cowboys who had accom panied him on the scouting expedition. When he found Moreland he saw that his hair had been trimmed. "Hello !" he said; "been to the barber1s ?" "Yes, and it was an American barber, too. I don't like this Spanish style of hair cutting. Say what s up now?" "Fun ahead," was the reply. "We are going to have a chance at them, and I want us five to keep w e ll together." "Good!" said Morela,nd; "I'm just itching for a chance." Soon the little party of five were together near the head o. the line, where Colonels Wood and Roosevelt were wait ing for orders to move. The ord e rs soon came, and the whole line, including the Rough Rider s with several regiments of regulars, moved forward in the direction of El Caney. "Didn t I tell you so?" said Yankee Doodle to Jack and Bill Hawkins; "the first blow is to be ttruck at the 'Village we passedyesterday." \ It took them several hours to get within striking dis tance o. the Spaniards, whose scouts were driven in by the Rough Riders, who had been sent in advahce. As they reached the crest of the hill that overlooked the Spanish intrenchments old Pedro, with his eyes :flashing wit'Q. the light of battle, pointed his machete at the iards and sung out joyfully: "We are coming, Espanolo !" Many of the cowboys who understood Spanish heard his exclamation and cheered him. "We are going in with you, old man!" sung out some of them. "Si, Senor Americanos; I have prayed for this day, and am happy." "We are happy, too, old man," they replied. "We'll be right in it with yeu." "Now, Pedro," called out Yankee Doodle, "we are going to win this fight, but many a brave man will fall. Don't drop your rifl.e and charge with your machete until the ord er comes for us to go in. Then we will all go together." "Si, senor, I l:now how to fight," said the grim old war rior; and he tried the edge of his' machete with his thumb, as if to make sure that itil razor-like sharpness was to his satisfaction Then he wa seen to press it to his lips, whispering words of endearment to it. "Boys," said Bill Hawkins, ''keep your eye on that old Cuban to-d-ay, for when he mixes in with those Spaniards you will see some of the finest work ever done on a battle field."


/ YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. Presently the ball opened with the boom of the great guns of the fleet miles away on the left. Morro Castle and the other works at the mouth of the harbor would have they could do to hold them and could render no assist ance to the army in the intrenchment. In a little while they heard a boom from one of the im mense shells thrown by the Vesuvius with its two hun dred pounds of dynamite. The concussion was felt in the air by friend 'and foe alike. Americans and Spaniards knew what it was. The Rough Riders yelled and cheered, while the Spaniards behind their intrenchments stood in grim -silence, as if dreading the onslaught they were look ing for. When another shell from the Vesuvius exploded the Spaniards in the intrenchments at El Caney, as if exas perated by the sound, opened fire with their Mausers. Then the regulars and the cowboys began to put in their deadly work, and for more than two hours the firing was kept up with deadly effect. Scores of the Americans were hit, and not a few were killed, which fact so exasperated the entire command that they yelled by hundreds at their officers : "Let us go in and mix up with them!" It seemed as though they would charge without orders, for they didn't like to stand off and exchange shots with men crouching behind breastworks. Presently the order to charge was given, and with a wild shout the Rough Riders and regulars sprang forward. The Spaniards pumped lead as fast as they could, but aimed wild. On, on, rushed tl# Americans, with old Pedro a few paces in advance, who was the first to scale the work. Y an kee Doodle and Joe, with : Moreland and Hawkins, were close behind him. The next moment the cowboys swarmed over the works, revolver in hand, and the most terrific slaughter of the day began The Spaniards fought bravely, but didn't stand it ten minutes. They retreated toward the city, fighting every step of the way, with the Rough Riders pressing them close. But for the underbrush hundreds who escaped have been killed; yet the Rough Riders pushed on after them, keeping up so close to them they had little or no time to turn and fire. The deadly revolver in each hand of the Rough Riders practically made them equal to double their number. They were pretty near as much at home in the bush as were the Spaniards. As for old Pe aro, Yankee Doodle and Hawkins, with Joe and Moreland close behind thelll, tried hard to keep up with him. Had tooy chosen to do so they could have trailed him through the bushes by the gaping wounds made by his terrible ma chete. Every now and then they beard his shout of "Cu ba Libre !" and a crashing thud of his weapon. By and by orders came to stop the pursuit, as there was danger of their getting too far in advance of the rest of the line. When the others stopped the old Cuban kept on, paying no heed to orders. "Boys," said Yankee Doodle to Moreland and Hawkins, "we must catch the old fellow and bring him back with us or this will be his last :fight.'; "All right," pard," sung out Moreland; and the three dashed forward in the direction where they had last seen him. They bad to advance at least fifty yards before they caught sight of him, and then they found him in a terrific hand-to-hand combat with three Spa,nisb soldiers, who were trying to bayonet him, having fired their last cart' ridge. Twice they saw him leap aside toavoid a bayonet, one of which grazed him so closely as to become entangled in his blouse. The fellow at the other end of the Mauser bad his bead split clear to his neck; the other two were de spatched by Moreland and Hawkins. "Hold on, Pedro !" called out Yankee Doodle; "we are ordered to go back." "Why so, senor?" the old man asked; "are not the enen:iy retreating?" "Si, Amigo, but we are far in advance of our line, and are in danger of being surrounded by the Spaniards." 'fhe old fellow was panting from the terrible exertion of the fight, while his hand and arm to the elbow was crim son with gore, which had trickled from his machete every time be raised it to strike a blow. "I will go, senor," said he, "for I have done good work this day." "None other has done so well, Amigo, and you should be / satisfied." "Nay, senor, I shall never be satisfied while there remains an armed Spaniard on Cuban soil." "Nor will I, senor," said Yankee Doodle; "but we can't clean them all out in one day." They started to return, and had gone perhaps fifty yard:;, when Yankee Doodle suddenly halted with an exclama tion of, "Good heavens, where is Joe?" "I saw him reel and fall on the other side of the road," said Hawkins. "Let's find him then, for I'd as soon be killed myself a" to hear of his death." "Follow me, then;" said Hawkins; "I think I know just where he fell," and he led of!' through the bushes, followed by the others All the way it was a trail of death, marked by the bodies of dead and wounded, friend and foe. By and by they reached the trenches in which the had made such a desperate stand. Then for the first timll Yankee Doodle saw the awful result of the fight, for was scarcely a foot of space in the ditch that was not cov ered by dead or wounded enemies. He looked upon the scene with a feeling akin to horror, but on the face of grim old Pedro was a smile a satisfaction as he remarked: "They are good Spaniards now, senor; they will do Cuba no more harm." "Here, come this way," called out Hawkins, leading the way over the breastworks and across the road to the open field through which the Rough Riders had charged. There in the taU grass lay many of the brave fellows weltering ia their blood, many dead and still more wounded. "It was along here somewhere," said Hawkins, "that I last saw him," and they began looking in the grass for him. "He' re he is, senor," called out Pedro, some fifteen or tw enty feet to the left of Yankee Doodle, at the same timll stooping and raising the body of the young fifer in his


YANKEE DOODLE WITH 'l'HE HOUGH 25 "Is he dead, Pedro?" Yankee Doodle eagerly asked. "No, senor; we'll take him out of this sun into the shade of the trees." The old fellow bore hini in his arms as he would a child, while Joe seemed to be limp and lifeless. On reaching th-3 shade of the trees the old man laid him down tenderly on the grass and proceeded to search for a wound. As he was doing so, Joe opened his eyes and looked up at the brave :fellows around him. "He is not hit, senor," said Pedro; "he is overcome by the heat." "Thank God for that!;' ejaculated Yankee Doodle, kneel ing by his side and fanning him with his hat. Pedro sprang to his feet, saying: "He must have water," and the next moment he was gone in search of it. "Joe, old man," Yankee Doodle asked, "how do y3u feel?" 'All broke up," was the reply "Are you hit?" "Yes-by the sun. It is too hot for me. Can you get me some water?" "Pedro has gone after some." Joe closed his eyes for a few moments as i:f going to sleep. rr:hen he opened again quickly to ask: "Did we lick 'ern, boys?" "You bet we did, pard," replied Hawkins quickly. "Then we'll take the city." "I hope so," assented Yankee Doodle, "but all the Span iards have gone in behind the intrenchments there, and were ordered not to follow them any further. I guess the general knows what he's doing.n "Yes, of course," said Joe; "but if it wasn't so hot we would soon be able to take it." Old Pedro was gone nearly half an hour. When he r<:l turned with a pail of water, which he had procured some where in the vicinity, he gave Joe a drink of it, after which the other three took copious draughts, and the balance of it was poured on the head of the young fifer. It was nearly night before he could be moved. He was so weak that he could walk only when held up by a man on each side of him. "We must get away from here," said Pedro, "for this is no place to spend the night.'' "Where shall we go?" Yankee Doodle asked. "Where the rest of his friends are.'' It was soon ascertained that the Rough Riders were to hold the position they had won from the enemy, so they did not have to move him very far. By means of a couple 0f blankets on the ground, with a third one fastened at the corners above him, with four sticks to keep off the dew, he was made comfortable and safe for the rest of the night. 'That duty attended to, Yankee Doodle, accompanied by Hawkins, went through the Rough Riders' camp to find out the extent of their losses during the fight. They had suffered terribly, losing heavily both officers and men, but the survivors, though almost prostrated by the heat of the day, were still brimful of fight, and more to n new it the next morning. Colonel vr ood and Lieutenant-Colonel Roosevelt visited. the wounded and talked cheerfully with them and the sur vivors. had become the idols of the brave fellows, for all day long they were in the thick of tl1e fight, right up in front, cheering the men on with a fearlessness that excited the highest admiration. "Hello!" exclaimed Colonel Wood, as he met Y an he Doodle. "You got through all right, did you?" "Yes, Colonel, I got clean over the breastworks and well into the bushes beyond them, but Joe fell, overcome by the heat on the other side of the road." "Sorry to hear that; where is he?" "We have good care of him. We have fixed him 11p for the night, and I guess he'll be all right in the morning." "I'm sorry you haven't your drum here, for I think it would cheer the boys up," remarked the colonel. "I don't think there is any need of cheering up, colonel, for every one whom I have met is eager to renew the fight at sunrise." "l guess they will have a chance to do so," observed the colonel, "but the fight to-day has cost us dearly." "Yes, for many a brave man has been knocked out. The Spaniards are stubborn fighters. Their officers have made them believe that they will be shot if captured, so they prefer to die fighting." "Are you sure of that?" the colonel asked. "Quite sure of it, colonel, for I've often been asked by the Cubans themselves in the interior if it was true, and they were very surprised when I assured them that th3 .h mericans never shot prisoners or wounded men." "Well," said the colonel, "they certainly are the most stubborn fighters I ever heard of, and I guess that is the cause of it." "Yes, that and their very great hatred of the Americans.'' While he was talking with the colonel, a courier from General Wheeler came up inquiring for Yankee Doodle, saying that the general wished to see him at once. "Here he is," said the colonel, and Yankee Doodle at once went away with him. CHAPTER XI. OLD PEDRO AND HIS CHICKEN-THE FIGHT ON THE LEFT. Yankee Doodle followed the courier about a mile and a half to the headquarters of the great cavalry commander, whose three thousand cavalrymen were mounted -on foot, for their horses had not been brought with them from Tam pa. It' was perhaps well for them and the entire army, as they could not have been of rriuch service in the woods and on those rugged hills. He found the general, who was an old man sixty-two years of age, small, gray, wiry, very much fatigued the terrific struggle of the day. He was lying in a hammock thaf had been slung for him. "Ge1.1eral," said he, "you have sent for me; I am at your service." "Thank you," said the general; "you are very prompt, [ see."


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. "Ye s General, I try to obey orders quickly." qui e tly, with old Pedro fast a s leep on a blanket near by. "Very good. That s pirit seems to p e rvade the whol e Hawkin s and Moreland had s troll e d away to mingle with army. What I wis h to see you about is to make a few intheir companions in other parts of the camp. quiries about the enemy's intrenchm e nts in my immediata Feeling very much exhausted fr9m the toil of the day, froilt more particularly where the road from El Caney enhe lay down himself and was soon wrapped in slumb er. ters the city. General Shaft e r informs me that you had inWhen he awoke in the morning he found that Pedro had spected the entire length of the enemy's breastworks very gone away somewhere, but that Hawkins and Morelaml rece ntl y ." were still s oundly and so was Joe. "Ye s General; their line of intrenchments runs right "I wonder where we will get rations this morning?" said up to tM road and stops there, but commences again on the he to himself, "for I have a knawing appetite which noth oth e r side of it, leaving a s pace of about twenty feet i : 1 ing in the world will satisfy except s omething solid and width for a pas s age of wagons and troops in and out of the good to eat." .. city, and they have some artillery mounted on both sides, A f e w minutes later Joe awoke with a yawn, and Yan-so as to swee p the road clear to the top of the hill." kee Doodle turned to him with: "Do their barb e d wire f e nces cros s the road, or stop there "How do you feel, old man?" as the trenches do?" the general asked. "Weak and hungry," he replied. "What have you got to "They run about the same way," he replied, "leaving an eat?" open space of about twenty feet, as near as I could judge." "Nothing in the world but lf)aves and grass." "Is there much open space in front of their lines at that "That's a poor breakf;st," said Joe with a faint smile. point?" "Where is Pedro?" "Yes, they have cut away the timber for more than three "I don t know; he was gone when I awoke; I guess, hundr e d yards, s o as to have a clear view for that distance." though, he is out foraging somewhere." "How many lines of barbed wire fences have they at that Their v0ices awoke Moreland and Hawkins, both of point?" whom arose from their blankets and began rolling them "Some five or six, sir, about fifty or s ixty feet apart, and up. the wires are very strongly fastened to pos ts set deep in the 'I "How about breakfast this morning?" yankee Doodle grOlilld." asked them. "I thank you very much," said the general. "I believe "Hanged if I know," replied Hawkins; "but I'll have that is all I have to ask you." "f I h t b f S d" one 1 ave o ro1 a p1ece o pamar Yankee Doodle under s tood from that the mterVIew was "TIT 11 S d k d M 1 d "I d n e no pan1ar or me, r e mar e ore an ; at an end, yet he hesitated for a few moments as If he ha 1 S h t th' f d h h ll L 1DC e am as go some mg or us aroun ere somet mg more to te h d I' t fi d t h 't h t ?" th 1 k d somew ere, an m gomg o n ou w ere 1 1s. Have you anyt mg more o say. e genera as e no"All ht .::1 k D dl h fi d t h h t ng sa1u ee oo e, w en you n 1 tiCmg IS esi blow your horn and we'll come to you." "I was thinkmg of repeatmg to you what I have alread v "I' ll b th 1 d "th th t h f rmg you some, was e rep y; an WI a e sa 1 d to General Shafter, that the enemy s hne of de ence t lk d th a t" f C 1 1 W d rt s a e away m e uec 1on o o one oo s qua ers. extends to the north s1de of the City, and there curves westH 1 t f ht h ld p d d d b h d t t d f t th a tlv e was scarce y ou o s1g w en o e ro appeare war, ntt e y ono ex en v e ry ar"es ,as eyeVI en b. "th h" h" k h k h h d t E I d th t nngmg WI 1m a c IC en, w ose nee e a JUS fear no attack from that d1rectwn. ven s mce ma e n. d ki th f th h h d discovery the impression has remained with me that if a anth was PIC h?g e ea ers as e approac e d h h t rowmg em rom 1m. bngade of our troops could be sent aroun t ere to pu s in on the l eft flank of the enemy when the fight opens again, "Hello!" exclaimed Yankee Doodle, "is Uncle Sam they could ma:r;ch into the rear of the intrenchments am1 issuing live chickens to-day?" thus get them between two fires. They would either have ''No, senor; this is a Spaniard who escaped yesterday. to get out, double up on their centre and right wing or be If you ll make a fire we'll soon have a breakfast." "How are you e:oing to cook it?" captured." "The famous cavalry commander glanced scrutinizingly "Broil it on the coals." at him in' silence for a few moments, with a grim smile on They soon had a fire started, and by the time it was hot his face, remarking: the old Cuban had the chicken ready. They had neither "Y OJl are quite a strategist, I see." salt nor pepper, but tnen with voracious appetites are not "I don't know, General," he returned; "but that is what dispo sed to go hungry for the lack of condiments. I would do myself were I in command of this army. Of The fragrance of broiling chicken soon brought a score cour se, I haven t the cheek to advise old soldiers who havtl of other hungry Rough Riders to the spot, each with pieces been in s ervice longer than I have lived." of hardtack and bacon in his hand. Well, let me say to you, my boy, that I'd do precisely the "Where did you get your rations?" Yankee Doodle s ame thing myself; but I fear we haven't the brigade to asked. spare from the front to make that move, as in the event "The company commissary sent them ta us. did of failure a terrible disaster would follow." you get your chicken?" Yank e e Doodle took leave of the g en e ral and returned "Captured him." to the camp of the rough riders, where he found Joe resting "Do you want to 'exchange any chicken for bacon?"


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS 2'l' "Not this moruing," said Yankee Doodle, shaking his head. They were standing around watching the chicken broil ing when Moreland returned with a supply of army ra tions, which he deposited on the leaves near the fire. Pedro at once took charge of them and Moreland and Hawkins talking with the other Rough Hiders for a few minutes. Suddenly they heard Pedro exclaim: "Cara.mba !" aud dart away in pursuit of one of the Rough Riders who was disappearing in the bushes A roar of laughter from those around the fire caused Yankee Doodle to make the discovery that the chicken had disappeared from the coals. "'rhe chicken is gone," he said, "but I'll bet my revolver that it' ll come back "Bet something that somebody wants to win," laughed one of the Rough Hiders "All right,'' and he thrust his hand in his pocket and drew out a ten dollar gold piece. "Just cover that if you want to bet." "Put up your money," said one of the others. ''That chicken is gone for good, for what Nick Holmes gets his hands on never gets away from him You don't know Nick, do you?" "No," returned Yankee Doodle, "but I know that old Cuban, and I'll double the bet that if he doesn't give up the chicken his head will be split to his chin, or else cut off close to his shoulders." "Wish I had the money to cover that bet," said one of the Rough Hiders, "but I ain't got a cent." In less than :five minutes after he went in pursuit of Holmes the old Cuban returned with the chicken The Rough Riders were astonished and several seemed to be a bit aghast. "What did you do to him, Pedro?" Yankee Doodle asked "Took the chicken away from him," he answered. "You didn't hurt him, did you. ?" "I don't kn0w, senor. I asked him for it and he laughed at me. Then I knocked hjm down, picked up the chicken and came away "Yon didn't machete him, did you?" senor." Four or five of the Rough Riders went in search of Holmes, and found him sitting on the leaves about fifty yards away, gradually pulling himself together. "What's the matter, Nick?" one of them asked. "I've been hit by a Cuban cyclone "Anything broken?" "Oh, I'm all broke up. Say, boys, if these blamed Cu bans would fight the Spaniards as hard for freedom as they :fight for a chicken there would have been no use of Uncle Sam's declaring war against Spain." The boys laughed, pulled him to his feet a.nd started to lead him back to Yankee Doodle's little C!lmp. "Excuse me, if you please," he said, "I don't care to go about that fellcm any more, for he is the devil himself;" and he refused to return, preferring to g9 back to his com pany. One of them went with him, while the others returned and told Yankee Doodle that the fellow was all right. "It won't do to monkey with Pedro," laughed Yankee Doodle "If you'll all put in your rations with us, we'll cut up the chicken and divide with you." They did so, and made a very pleasant party They had scarcely finished breakfast when the boom of artillery out on the left told them that the fight had opened again; but as no orders had come for the Rough Riders to take part in it, they remained where they were nearly an hour longer Then orders came from Colonel Wood for them to again fall in for more hot work. Joe sprang up and went along with them. "See here, Joe," said Yankee Doodle, "you'd better keep out of this thing to day, for a sunstroke is as bad as a bul let." "Oh, I'm all right," said Joe, "for I guess the fight will be more at a standstill to-day that it was yesterday." "I don't know about that. I half suspect that we'll have to make a flank movement of several miles, and you can't stand that." "I'll try it, anyhow," said the plucky little fellow; "I want to knock over one Spaniard, anyhow "Better go back, senor," said the old Cuban, shaking his head, "for when we get into the fight I will have no time to attend to you." Still he refused to stay behind, and they ceased to urge him. Half an hour later the order to advance was given, and the Rough Riders marched through the deserted vil lage of El Caney in the direction of the Spanish intrench ments a mile and a half away. After going about half the distance they reached an eminence from which they had a full view of the city, as well as three or four miles of the enemy's breastworks. They could see the enemy in position behind them and many Spanish flags waving above them all along the line. Looking over the housetops of the city they could see the Spanish fleet at anchor in the bay. "By George, boys," said Yankee Doodle to his little party, "this is going to be the hottest fight yet. If we go at that line of intrenchments a thousand men will fall be for e we can reach it. But they were halted there to await orders. But away out on the left down toward the coast the battle was rag iug furiously, and Sampson's fleet was hurling thunder bolts at the forts at the mouth of the harbor. The attack was being made on the extreme right of the Spanish liner against one of their strongholds at the village of Agua dores, within a short distance of Morro castle.' For more than two hours they stood tb,ere in line, listen ing to the roar of battle, while Spanish reinforcements were hurrying to the At the end of that time the :fire slackaned, and the men expected an or der to come for the whole line to move forward Presently cheering was heard away out on the left which came rolling along up the line. "That's good news," said Yankee Doodle; "I'll bet they licked the Spaniards down there." He was right. The village of Aguadores had b:en car -


28 YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. ried by storm and the Spaniards had fallen back behind their long line of intrenchments. CHAPTER XII. CONCLUSION. When the news of the capture of Aguadores reached the Rough Hiders the wildest cheering of the day followed, the daring fellows clamoring to be led at once to the assault; but, of course, that could not be done without or ders from the general. A long silence then followed, during which time the men remained in line, expecting every moment orders th-at would break the monotony of a long wait. Along toward the end of the day the !'loldiers understood why they hacl not been ordered into battle. Shafter had sent, under a flag of truce, a deniand for the surrender of the city, and was waiting for a repiy fi:om the Spanish general in command. It did not come until after dark. It was found to be a polite refusal to surrender and then were heard tremendous explosions, as one by one the warships were blown up by their own magazines. Away out along the coast the sullen boom of great guns was heard, as a running fight was carried on during the chase of one of the swiftest of Cervera's vessels. Then the booming ceased altogether In the meantime the army remained facing the long line of the enemy's breastworks, waiting for orders to begin the assault Hours passed, and then cheering was heard away out on left again, as on the day before. It rolled alon6 up the lme, from left to centre, and from centre to right, every man seeming to try to out-yell his comrades. Presently a staff officer was seen to dash up to where Colonels Wood and Roosevelt were standing and communi cate something to them. Just a moment or two latee Roosevelt thl'ew up his hat, with a great cheer Then he wheeled around, faced the Rough Riders and called out: "Schley has sunk the whole Spanish fleet!" Then pandemonium broke loose among the Rough Riders r.nd the wildest scene of joyful excitement ever witnessed in a camp of armed men ensued. The cowboys from the wild West gave vent to war whoops. They seized each ether around the waist, waltzing about over the rough ground, howling and like wild lunatics. Not arr officer interfered to check the excitement and disorder iu the ranks. Shafter then ordered the men to lie in line of battle all night, sleeping on their arms Rations were brought to them, and the brave fellows ate where they were in the full belief t hat early on the following morning the decisive batNight came on, but the cheering never let up. tle would be fought. For the first time Yankee Doodle saw tears in the eyes But when morning came they were again destined to lie of fierce old Pedro. The old man was utterly overcome quietly in full view of the Spanish position while waiting with joy, and mstead of shouting and yellin g in concert for orders. with the Rough Riders, he quietly walked about with hi!; During the morning a staff officer rode by to tell the machete clasped in his right hand, while a grim smile il .. men in line that Shafter was waiting for the women ancl lumined his tear-stained face. As he passed Yankee Doo children to be removed from the city in order to save them dle the latter reached out his hand to him, saying : from the slaughter that was to follow. They then under"Pedro, the end is close at hand." stood the delay, and knew that in due time they would be "Si, senor; I have but one regret, and that is that even7 hurled against the formidable breastworks in fierce battle man on lJoard the ships did not go down with them. l.f for the mastery of the city of Santiago. your general will now give the order for us to charge I Presently huge columns of smoke seen issuing from would gladly go_ forward and die on those breastworks out the smokestacks of every ship in the Spanish fleet. there, for I now know that Cuba will be free." "Boys," said Yankee Doodle, as they stood gazing at "Amigo," said Yankee Doodle, "you must live to enjoy the fleet through a field glass which he always carried with freedom of Cuba. Don't throw your life away reck him, "they are getting up steam for a move of some kind lessly, for Cuba will have need of all her brave sons when and for more than an hour the men gazed with she takes her place among the nations of the earth Keep breathless interest at the splendid warships. Then they cool, old man; keep cool." were seen to move, going straight down the bay in the di"Sancti Marie, senor!" exclaimed the old patriot; "the rection of the mouth of the harbor. time for a man to die is when he is happy in the knowledga "Whoop, boys!" cried Yankee Doodle, "they are going of victory!" out to attack Sampson, ancl there'll be old Nick to pay out "Very true, Amigo; but a man should not die as long &s there in less than half an hour." he is able to serve his country 'l'here are other battles to One by one the splendid ironclads steamed down through be fought yet, and when the last victory is won those who the narrow channel by-1be fortifications that lined it on fought for Cuba Libre must build up the wa,ste places 0f either side, ancl in a little while they heard the roar of the this fair land until it blooms again like the Garden cf great guns of Sampson's fleet. Eden." Sampson himself with his :flagt?hip was away out east At that moment Moreland and Hawkins rushed up to in the neighborhood of Guanta.namo; but grim old Schley the brave old Cuban, yelling: was out there waiting for them. ''Cuba Libre! Cuba J.Jibre!" at the top of their voices. The roar of the great guns as the fight opened was ttrQuick as a flash the old patriot caught the wild spirit of Tific. 'l'l:J-e figHt seemed to drift away westward, and now their en'iillusiasm, and yelled even louder than they.


YANKEE DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. 2::r ''Oh for a drum!" said Yankee Doodle. Then, wheel ing around to J oe, asked: "Where is your fife?" ''I've got it," said Joe, drawing it from its receptacle; ''but it is no good without a drum." "Let us have 'Yankee Doodle,' anyhow.'' Joe placed the fife to his lips and the piercing caused every man to stop cheering; but the moment they caught the air of "Yankee Doodle" the Rough Riders broke loose again, and for full five minutes drowned every note of the fife. Night came on, and again the men slept on their arms. Not an inch of ground would the Americans give. What they had gained they Wre determined to hold: Rations were brought to them, though rather late, and the hungr.v m e n feasted even while yelling and shouting over the de struction of the best fleet that Spain owned. Old Pedro had disappeared soon after the sun went down, and was gone for a couple of hours, at the end of which time he suddenly presented himself to Yankee Doodle with a splendid drum and stick. He looked at the young Ameri can with a grim smile on his face, saying : "Senor Americano, I want to hear you beat the drum again." Yankee Doodle and Joe sprang to their feet, and in les'l than thirty seconds the roaring of the drum and the shrill notes of the fife awoke the echoes of the hills. Every Rough Rider who was not on post swarmed around them. "Hail Columbia" and "The Star-Spangled Banner'' rolled out over the hills, while every soldier who was listen ing bared his head under the starlight. But when th"! stirring notes of "Yankee Doodle" burst forth, every man relied, whooped, howled and cheered to his heart's content. Even the officers stood around and shook hands right and left with the brave fe llows. Rank seemed to have been for gotfen in the wild joy of the moment, but not a soldier presumed to show any disrespect to an officer. "If it was only daylight now," said Yankee Doodle, "I would beat the drum along the entire line." "Let's qo it, anyhow," said Joe. "No; the way is too rough. We would stumble about so much the music would be spoiled; but we will do it to morrow morning." "Senor Yankee Doodle," said old Pedro, "I will lie down and sleep now as I have not slept in three years." "That's right," exclaimed Hawkins, grasping the old fellow's hand; "sleep puts strength in a man's arm and courage in his soul." Soon after the drum ceased, and perfect quiet to fall upon the entire camp. The men ha!l rolled in their blankets and were sleeping soundly. Early the next morn ing it was expected that the women and chi ldren, number ing many thousands, would leav e the city for the sur rounding hills to await the result of the great battle. Flags of truce passed between the lines several times. The for eign consuls were trying to persuade Shafter to give mor e time for the removal of non-combatan,ts. The genera l refused, suggesting to them that they per P.ade the Spaniards to surrender. "They won't do it," replied one of the consuls, "as Gen eral Pando has arriyed with six thousand fresh troops, which puts new life and hope into them." "Do you know that Pando has rea-ched the city?" Shaf ter asked. "Yes; I have seen him myself." "That means more prisoners for u s," remarked the gen eral; "only they will be harder to capture ." The destruction of the Spanish fleet naturally produced a change in the operations of the army, for now the Ameri can fleet could reduce the forts, enter the harbor and cover the chy with their great guns. The general at once sent an officer to the flagship of the American fleet, asking for a conference with Sampson itt order to perfect a plan of operations for the capture of tho entire Spanish army. Of course that meant delay, and the men all along the line, under orders of their officers, began throwing up intrenchments in order to hold the position against any sortie by the enemy. "Joe," said Yankee Doodle to his fifer, "the fleet is o-oin rr b ., to come into the harbor, and you and I want to be on boanl and see the fun." "Good!" exclaimed Joe. "We can see the whole busi ness from the deck of the ship all along the hillsides." "I'm going to ask the colonel to let us go," said Yankee Doodle, and he hurried away in search of Colonels Wood or Rposevelt. As their names were not on the muster roll of the Rough Hiders, permission was easily obtained, and they hasteneJ away to the coast, down to Aguadores. When they reached there they found that Admiral Sampson had come ashore, and was then conferring with General Shafter in a house in the village. "We can't go in there," said Yankee Doodle to Joe, "so w-e'll wait here until he comes out to return to the flagship. He will probably let us go on board "'ith him." "Of course he will," sai d Joe, "for there's nothing mean about the admiral." They waited there several hours for the appearance of the admira l, and, much to their surprise, were joined by olJ Pedro. ''I was looking for you, Senor Yankee sai

DOODLE WITH THE ROUGH RIDERS. square tower, which has been used by army officers br observation." "That is clear enough," said Yankee Doodle; "I will so3e that the general gets the information just as soon as he is through with his conference with the admiral. If they let us do so we will go on board the flagship, in order to be in the fight fleet enters the harbor. If yoa will go with us, I will be glad to have you do so." ten out, and a copy of it made, after which Yankee and Joe repaired to the bouse where the general and admi ral were conferring. "No, senor, I don't wish to go. 'Why not?" he was asked. Pretty soon the two distinguished leaders came out. Tlle admiral was about to leave to return to his ship. Yankee Doodle rushed up to them and handed a paper to each. "Hello!" said the admiral on recognizing him; "glad to see you, my boy." "Thank you, Admiral; I came here to see you. I want to go on board with you." "Because I cannot use my machete on board ship." "Ah; you want to be in the fight, eh?" "You may do so; we would be glad to have you. But what is this?" and he turned to the piece of paper and read it. "Si, senor; I want to go i)l over those entrenchments when the army goes. I want to fight in the streets of Santiago de Cuba. I want to see the blood of Spain splash the cobblestones and sidewalks, which I cannot do if I am not there." "Ah, my boy, this is one of the many good deeds yurt have performed for the service. It takes a great load of anxiety off my mind." "You are right, Amigo; but keep cool, for the sake of Cuba, as other battles will yet have to be fought." The oid Cuban, after shaking hands witn the two boy s started out again for a tramp over the hills back to the right wing of the army "So it does with me," said the general; "for it may b e the saving of the lives of those bTave fellows. 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