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Show FROM MANILLA. LETTER FROM OSE OF rTAH'S VOLrXTEEP.S. Caloocan, P. I., March 27, 1899. Miss Louisa Cox, St. George, Utah. My Dear Xieee: After much fighting we are here alive and well. Charley is with a gatling gun, and I am still with my Chinamen and ammunition carts. One of my Chinamen was shot in the hip the other day, as we were coming from Manila to this place. We got into a storm of mausee bullets that came from the insurgent trenches, nearly two miles away. The last few days the whiz of bullets has become very familiar: famil-iar: quite a number have come close to me, but I haven't been hurt yet. It was truly a sickening sight at the Caloocan Railway depot the day before yesterday. As our wounded were brought in and loaded onto the cars, I helped the doctors to dress the wounds for about two hours, handling the men one after another as fast as we could. Nearly every kind of wound that bullets bul-lets can make were to be seen, some men with fingers shot off or wounded slightly were standing around await; ing their turn to come to have their wounds dressed, while others were lying ly-ing upon the platform suffering the last pains. One native insurgent was shot through the body three times and laid on the field twenty-four hours before being carried in, when he stood up and walked about. I could tell you lots of funny things, and some things that are not so funny, but I haven't time to write more as "Pap" Williams is going in and will post this letter for me. We expect to advance again today. We have been taking Malabon the last few days. Our good old cannon worked all clay, and made many a good Filipino, it is a "daisy." "War is hell," and I would like to see the end come soon, I have seen enough. Best love to all. E. W. Stout, Battery A, Utah Artillery, Manila. |