started to the Division Hospital with him.  Though seriously hurt, I have never seen a better natured man.  While en route, we laid him down to eat a can of salmon found in the road.  In response to his query, “What’s up, Sergeant?” the salmon was passed him; he helped himself, no further questions were asked, and the journey was resumed.  On arrival at the hospital he was quickly examined and placed on a comfortable cot.  Many of the attendants were completely played-out from overwork.

A visit to a field hospital will have a lasting place in your memory.  Every way you turn, amid the cries and groans, you get a beck or call to ease this, or hand me that, and one feels badly because of his inability to extend them material aid in their sufferings.

On returning to the front, I found the regiment as hotly engaged as when I left it some hours before.  As the fighting was from trenches, many of our men were wounded by shells.  Sharpshooters were on hand as usual.  I was sent to the Captain of Troop E, under the crest of the hill, with orders to dig an approach to one of the enemy’s trenches, evacuated the day before; also to bury some of their dead.  While delivering the order, it being necessary to get very close on account of the noise, one of those ever vigilant sharpshooters put a bullet between our faces.  The Captain asked me to cut the wire fence so his troops could get through more rapidly; while telling me, another bullet passed so close as to disturb the Captain’s mustache.  He took it good-naturedly, only remarking as he smiled, “Pretty close, Sergeant-Major!”

Firing ceased about 8 P.M.  After all had had supper we changed position further to the right, where work on trenches was resumed.  About 10.30 P.M. the Spaniards made an attack upon our lines, and I have never before or since seen such terrific firing; the whole American line, which almost encircled the city, was a solid flame of fire.  The enemy’s artillery replied, also their much-praised “Mausers,” but to no avail; they had opened the ball, but Uncle Sam’s boys did not feel like yielding one inch of the territory so dearly bought.

About midnight all hands were aroused by the dynamite cruiser Vesuvius “coughing” for the Dons.  The roar was so great that it seemed to shake the whole island.  To the uninitiated it would appear that some one had taken a few mountains several miles up in a balloon and thrown them down.

July 3.  Firing by pickets commenced very early, and quite heavy, at 5.40 A.M.  Terrific cannonading to the seaward was heard between 9 and 10 A.M.  As there was some talk of the enemy making a sortie, all eyes were open.  Dirt began falling in the pits from the jar, bells could be heard tolling in the city, and steam whistles in the harbor.  There was much speculation as to what was in progress.  I’ll say that there were many glad hearts when the news reached us that Sampson’s fleet was King of the Seas.  At 12 M. all firing was ordered off, for flag of truce to enter the Spanish lines.  When the order for cease firing was given, one of the troopers laid his gun upon the parapet and remarked that he “would not take $2000 for his experience, but did not want a cent’s worth more.”  Work on bomb-proofs and breast works was continued incessantly until news of the surrender reached us.