which cuddled at the foot of the flagstaff.  General McKibben, his long, slim figure erect, stood before the 9th regiment, and when the first stroke of the cathedral clock bell sounded from the tower he whirled around and gave the command “Present arms.”  The final word was spoken just as the flag fluttered up toward the tip of the staff, and the crash of hands meeting rifle butts and the swish of sweeping sabers came with the opening notes of the “Star-Spangled Banner,” and every American there saluted our flag as the wind caught the folds and flung the red, white and blue bunting out under the Cuban sun and over a conquered Spanish city.

And when the last notes of the national air died away and the rifle butts had come to an “order” on the pavement, and the sabers had been slipped into their sheaths, men whose faces and throats were deep brown, whose cheeks were thin, whose limbs trembled with fatigue and Cuban fever, whose heads wore bandages covering wounds made by Spanish bullets, but who stood straight, with heads erect, were not ashamed to wipe from their eyes the tears which came when “old glory” spread its protecting folds over Santiago.

Yellow fever in Shafter’s army.

Yellow fever broke out in the army on July 11, spreading with frightful rapidity among the men, but it fortunately proved to be of a mild type, and in comparatively few instances was the dreaded disease attended with fatal results.

When the landings at Baiquiri and Juragua were made there were many men to be handled, the facilities were limited and the landings were made in great haste.  No building was burned, no well was filled, no sink was dug.  Several of the enthusiastic young aids seized pretty vineclad cottages as headquarters for their respective generals.  Cubans and Americans filed into the empty houses of the town without inquiry as to their antecedents.

Major LeGarde, in charge of the beach hospital, recommended earnestly on landing that every building be burned.  Major Wood and Colonel Pope indorsed this, but the recommendation went by default.  The camp was established in the heart of the Spanish town and the first yellow-fever case was that of Burr Mclntosh, the actor and newspaper man, who had been sleeping at General Bates’ headquarters in one of the pretty vine-covered cottages mentioned.

Dr. Lesser and his wife, “Sister Bettina,” the New York workers of the Red Cross, were among the first victims, and Katherine White, another Red Cross nurse, was also sent to the yellow-fever camp.

After the fever was discovered every effort was made to check it and stamp it out, but the camp had already been pitted with it.  Cases were taken out of the surgical wards of the hospital tents and out of the officers’ tents, General Duffield being one of the victims.