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Show WIELDS THE PEN AS WELL AS THE' SWORD A writer and poet of no small ability Is Included In the present garrison at Fort Douglas. Sergt. George Morcland of company L., Twenty-ninth Infantry, is the man. Ho has just completed a novel full of lovo and adventure which depicts the life of tho average Misslsslpplan in a vivid manner, und also contain an Interesting In-teresting historical plot. Tho novel Is divided into thirty-llvo chapters and will make a book of about 300 pages. Sergt. Morcland has been at work on tho story for two years. It Is pronounced very good by. competent Judges to whom It has been submitted, and will be sent out for publication in a few days. The tltlo is "Issaguina; or A Heart of Fire." That Mr. Morcland ia a poet as well as a novelist Is shown by the following clever lines which were written Just bc-foie bc-foie his regiment started home from tho Philippines: THE TWENTY-NINTH'S FAREWELL. Wo are tired of tropic breezes. Wo are tired of tropic belles, And we long to cross the ocean Where the 'Merlcano dwells. Two Jong years we lought. and battled On the bonny Gulm'rafl Isle, And -we battled, nobly'hattled With tho bushes all the while. From tho Jungles of the forest Mightv, massive structures rose; Speaking Biblically. "Tho wilderness Blossomed even as the rose." We constructed roads and bridges, Worked in mortar and In clay-Never clay-Never tired; but kept on working Just as hard from day to day. Yes; perhaps our guns were rusty: Our vocation was to dig; All tho calls tho buglers "sabbled" AVero tho sweet notes of "Fatigue.'' We have left a trail behind us. As a famous poet lined, We have not been Idly dreaming, Footprints we have left behind. O'er the cable comes tho message Prom headquarters o'er the foam. Saying. "They havo fought their battle. Let the Twenty-ninth come home." We are eager now and wailing For Ihe final word to go; Tho' our transport's coming swiftly, It Is coming slill too slow. Lei us, as wo lift our anchor Long in happy chorus dwell. "Three long cheers for bonny Guirn'ras." Three long cheers, and then farewell! Let our band as wo aro leaving Play tho strains of Howard Payne, Let them echo o'er tho Island AVe will never seo again. Let us as we lift our anchor Long In happy chorus dwell, Three" long cheers Xor bonny Guirn'ras, Three long cheers, and then farewell. |