Identifier: chicagorecordswa00chic (find matches)
Title: The chicago Record's war stories : by staff correspondents in the field ; copiously illustrated
Year: 1898 (1890s)
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Subjects: Spanish-American War, 1898
Publisher: Chicago : Reprinted from the Chicago Record
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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lief occupation. As soon asa room was put in order the men were movedinto it and bathed, put into clean nightshirtsand given gruel. The Spaniards evidentlyhad pretty well equipped hospitals, for thesisters found chests containing blankets,linen, nightshirts and medical supplies. Withthose and the bed linen brought from theState of Texas the men were soon enjoyingall the comforts of civilization. Their grati-tude was sincere. One poor fellow, after hehad been comfortably established in his bed,reached up his hand affectionately, pattedlittle Sister Minnies cheek and said: I loveyou so much. It was the best way he knewof expressing his appreciation. When I called there again at 4 oclock Ifound a neat, clean hospital and most of themen quietly sleeping. On the veranda I met Maj. B. J. Bueno. amajor of artillery on Gen. Rabis staff. Oneof the gentlemen of the Red Cross hadknown Maj. Bueno in happier days in Cuba,and very pertinently described him as one 232 THE CHICAGO RECORDS WAR STORIES
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THE NEW YORKS WHALEBOAT AND ITS CREW. of the young Cubans who used to part hishair in the middle. The major good-na-turedly protested. No, no, he said, Inever was a dude; but now—he glancedruefully at his dress; it consisted of a soiledwhite linen coat and trousers, with an un-dershirt peeping out at the neck, top bootsand a battered Panama sombrero; at his sidedangled a long machete—my own motherwouldnt know me. He looked up with alaugh. I am engaged to be married to ayoung lady in New York, he continued. Iam afraid if she saw me she would say thiswas not what she contracted for. I have nothad on a shirt for two years and I am afraid my evening dress suit wouldnt fit.His eye twinkled as he went on: I wonderhow I would look. Then he dropped hishead and repeated in an absent way: Iwonder how I would look. I asked him if they were glad to see theRed Cross sisters. His face beamed. Gladto see them? he said. We were never soglad to see any one. When men have trampedfor three years, st

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