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Show I THE SOLDIKItS DYING AT UANEY, Only One Isjjlrtcd Incident of a Now Historic Itattlellcld. Lcsllo's Weekly j Just below tho ptono fort, at Canny, alttliiR In the middle mid-dle of t hp pineapple field,-1 came, upon a pitiful sight a soldier hlttlnu on tho ground, holding In his lap a poor fellow fel-low who was llterglly shot to pieces. Duo Imlle.t hud gone through his ho,u, another through his lungs and cheat, (cai'lnB n horrlblo hole, from which the blond poured tit every breath. He was almost dead, and every breath Bounded ilka tho noise made by pouring Ijquiil from a bottle, and his comrade kt!)t tho llli's.fioni his face, that wns clotted with bloo'l and dirt, and waited. Occasionally, when tho poor fellow would union u bit loiulur lliau unial, tho friend would change the dy-lny dy-lny man's position, but ho held him as null ns ho could. "Don't suppose- there's a surgeon abuutV" hu inquired, as I stopped. I told him thero was not now, but would be later. ''Well," ho remarked, quietly, "don't suppose they could help him, Uo'd 'bout gone, I reckon." Hie breathing beenmo woakcr and the gurgling fainter and falptor as tho grnyih pallor begun to show throuuh the sweat and dirt and blood, and dually, du-ally, without ti tremor, breathing ceased. Tho soldier held ids burden a niniiicnt until hu saw tho cud had come, and thun laid his handkerchief Iovcr the ghastly fuco and gently lot the head down to the g round and slowly gut up. "lthow himt" lasted. "My brother," he calmly said. And then ho filled his lungs with one long deep sigh and cozed off to tho hills for aniniunt wl'h a fur-awuy thoughtful, look, and I could seo that ho wis look-iny look-iny straight Into sumo homo und wou-etlug wou-etlug what mother would think. |
