Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 29, Number 13, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 September 1898 — Page 3

DONS SHOT TO KILL.

HOW THE LITTLE WINSLOW WAS RIDDLED AT CARDENAS.

Story of the Fight tut Told by One of the Men on the Torpedo Boat—How Gallant Eoilgn Worth Bogle Met HU

Trsgio Fate.

[Special Correspondence]

BROOKLYN, Sept 19.—"A hot time, did yon say? Well, that does not describe it We were right in the thick of it from the time the boat pat her nose into the bay until we were hauled out by the Hudson, and I'll tell you she didn't get there any too quick to help UB, for we were pretty near goners." So said one of the men attached to the torpedo boat Winslow a few days ago. The little vessel is at the navy yard being overhauled and repaired. There are few marks on her to show the hard fight against great odds she bad at Cardenas. It was daring this fight that Ensign Worth Bagley and a number of his men lost their lives. The forward smokestack and the conning tower, which were destroyed by the shot from the Spanish batteries, have been replaced, and the vessel has been given a coat of dark green paint. A few marks on the side of the vessel near the bow show where the shells borst near her. With this exception the Winslow looks like the Other torpedo boats that are crowded together at the cob dock waiting to be docked and repaired and then put out of commission.

Ten of the crew of the little vessel that were in the fight with the masked batteries at Cardenas are still on the boat. They are waiting to be sent to the receiving ship, which will be done as soon as orders are sent from the navy department to pat the vessel "in ordinary" or out of commission. The men were at work repairing the deck and engines when one of them was asked what kind of a time they had. It brought oat the above reply and the following statement: "We never expeoted to come out of that harbor alive. In fact when they began to fire at us we didn't know 'whore wo were at' There was along pole stack in what we thought to be the middle of tbe channel, and, while the Winslow draws but little water, we pointed for the post. On our way in we fired at the shore, hoping to get the Spaniards to open up their batteries so we could locate them. It seemed as if everybody was dead, for there were no signs of life on the shore, and our shells did not bring oat a thing. Ensign Bagley, with a number of men, was standing near tbe signal mast and was working one of our rapid fire guns. We were going at a fair rate and were dosing in toward the shore, when all of a sudden it seemed as if we were struok by lightning. There was a shower of shot, and if the Spaniards did not know how to shoot before or sinoe they did good work on that day and seemed to hit us just whero they wanted to. The batteries were concealed along the shore, and before wo could get their range they had crippled us. •-'The whirl of the engines told us that our propellers were gone, and the pissing of the steam and the -volumes of it that came up out of the hatches meant that the boilers had given out It was not very long afterward

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that the Winslow came to a fall stop, and the Spaniards never let up for a minute. They pounded us on all sides. Our guns are very small, but we did the best we could with thorn and kept up a con stout fire with the few wo had. Ensign Bagley was ono of the first to fall. A shell came over our bows aud exploded just aft of the conning tower. Some of tho men dropped on the deck. Bagley put his hands up to his face and staggered to the signal mast He put his arms around it and slowly sank to the deck, where he died. He was one of the finest men in the service, aud the men on board of tho Winslow swore by him. It seemed hours before any relief came to us. Lieutenant Bernadou, who commanded the vessel, was wounded early in the engagement, but he fought until we wewi hauled out I don't remember how long we were in there, but it was the hottest place I ever got into, and I don't waut to see anything like it again. "The Hudson came in and put a line on our steru bights and towed us out. We were iu a bad condition and if we had staid in that place IS minutes more there would not have been anything left of us. I don't know how much damage we did, bat we must have made it hot for those fellows, for when the suioko cleared away we could see them running toward the hills, which are covered with tall tree#. Nearly every one of our men was hurt by the shells that not only struck the boat bat burst around us. The air was full of them all the time. It was the hottest place I was ever in in my life, and 1 am glad tohAvegot outof it and be up hem again." F. A. VKWHJ.

ROWLAND ROBINSON.

Hew Stories From Hie Pea Soon to Be Brought Out by a Magazine. [Special Correspondence.]

NEW YORK, S«pt. 19.—It is the Intention of one of the magazine editors soon to bring out a new series of short stories by Rowland E. Robinson, the blind fiction writer of Ferrisburg, Vfc, whose stories of the people of Danvis, a mythical New England village, were so well liked two or three decades ago. Some of tbe new stories are already in hand. They are portraitures of New England character and are said to be

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not lacking in plot and human interest Many of the older folk among my readers will no doubt recognize the titles "Uncle 'Lisha's Shop," "Sam Lovel's Camp" and "DanvisFolks" as those of old time favoritea

It has been stated somewhere that Mr. Robinson was blind from his birth, but such is not the fact Down to early manhood his eyes were of excellent keenness. As a boy he lived much in the open, and the beauties of forest and field, of lake and mountain and stream, were so transcendently charming to him that it became his one consuming ambition to learn bow to picture them, and this led to his coming to New York for the purpose of studying art. No young aspirant to proficienoy with pencil or brush ever worked harder probably than Mr. Robinson during his life as an art student But while he certainly had the power denied to so many of seeing beauty wherever it existed it soon became apparent both to himself and his teachers that he never could acquire tbe ability to reproduce that beauty on paper or canvas. His work, in fact, was almost invariably so precise and formal as to suggest the use of mathematical instruments.

Later he took up wood engraving but somehow failed in that too. Then he returned to Vermont It was there that he first thought of expressing himself with the pen, and it was soon after his first moderate success at depicting New England types in fiction that his eyes began to fail. His sight did not entirely leave him for several years, however, though he has now long been in almost total darkness.

At first the loss of sight seemed altogether too hard to be borne, but his natural buoyancy soon reasserted itself, and his old time oheerfalness returned. At first, too, he found it impossible to c^icentrate his mind on fiction production, and of course whatever hQ turned out had to bo dictated until he had learned to make use of the writing apparatus devised for the sightless. He attacked tho mastery of this, however, with energy and now, in spite of age and blindness, is able to turn out as many words iu a day as he was when tho scuso of sight was unimpaired. His wife often assists materially in preparing his manuscript, sometimes transcribing it before sending it away, for while it is generally quite legible when leaving his hands there are times when his fingers, unguided by sight, refuse to make ideal copy.

In person Mr. Robinson is tall, broad shouldered and still as straight as an arrow. His blond hair and beard have not yet hecomo scanty, but both are now pretty liberally besprinkled with gray, though hardly enough to indicate bis 65 years. In manner he is kindly and gravely courteous, aud when conversing his sightless eyes are bent intently in the direction of whoever he is talking with. As they are as clear aud limpid in appearance as ever they were, it is at first difficult to realize that ho cannot see, though the faot tnat they do not follow moving objects, but gaze fixedly, would sooner or later tell the sad story of his affliction. His health, with the one exception, is invariably good, and this is due in large measure no doubt to his almost oonstant outdoor life.

His wife is an exceedingly clever woman, who not only believes implicitly in his ability and has always extended the fullest measure of sympathy, but also looks out for all sorts of material for his fiction now that he can no longer look for it himself. Both were born at FerriBburg, both know intimately the New England character he likes to depict so well, aud both are very popular with their neighbors. Curiously enough, however, neither has the Yankee peculiarities of speech.

When a boy Mr. Robinson plowed, planted and harvested along with other Ferrisburg boys, and with them, too, he fished in the streams and hunted over the Vermont hills. Of course he has not been able to shoot since his eyesight left him, bat he can (till fish, though, of course, not with a fly. His sense of touch is so well developed that once he has been conducted to some spot along the banks of a mountain stream where finny beauties hide in the watery deeps he is as able to tell when he has a "bite" as the keenest eyed of his friends, and I: goes without saying that he enjoys the sport with even greater seat than he did in tbe days of his youth,

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Whoa Hungry In Chiaa.

There was a painful lack of variety In our food. Men dying of thirst spend their last hour in thinking of iced champagne, sherry cobblers, oocktails and drafts of beer, whiskies and sodas, dead horses' heads or whatever their particular beverage may be. We gastronomically fooled ourselves to the top of our bent "I think," one would say, "when we get to the Hotel de Paris tonight we'll have a nice little French dinner of six courses, with coffee and green chartreuse to wind up with." "Well," another would remark, "I should be content with sorite soup, a little fish, a slice of beef and some tart' "Chopsand tomato sauce forme," murmured a third, oblivious of the fact that befell Mr. Pickwick, who had a similar desire.

Then we would reach a slimy, begrimed village, creep into a smelling hut and make our dinner of pork and rice, or rice and pork when we desired to vary the menu. But one night at a spot called Taiping-pu, when we called for the perennial pork we were informed we could not be supplied. "No pork," we exclaimed, "no pork in China! Why, Chinamen are three parts pork." Then we were told we were in a Mussulman village, where swine were an abomination, but we coald have salt beef. We jumped joyfully at the salt beef, so called, though we knew perfectly well it was nothing else but stale, an profitable, sinewy wild goat—Travel.

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Mrs. De Gadd—I heard the awfullest things about Mr. De Good today. They say he steals the church funda

Mr. De G.—Nonsense. ,"0h, I've no doubt it's true. Mrs. Veragood, that horrid yonng widow, you know, seems to be infatuated with him, and I shouldn't wonder a bit if they'd pawn the communion service for a bridal outfit By the way, Mrs. Fine soul has not been out of the house for a week, and people think her husband has been beating her, but that isn't a circumstance to the way they talk about Mrs. Highmind. I saw her on the street today, and she said she felt sick, but most likely she'd been on an opium debauch. She has her husband's collars and cuffs washed at a Chinese laundry, and she's been seen to go there for them hercelf. Oh, she's a terror! Mrs. Highup's husband has been away for two weeks, and I've got my opinion about it too. People say Mrs. Tiptop's hired girl left two weeks- ago, the very day Mr. "See here! Where did you hear all this?" "I've been out collecting money for the heathen."—New York Weekly.

The Decay of the Dandy.

Brummel went to prison for debt but came out again to resume his fopperies. His friends made him a small allowance of £120 per annum—equal at Caen to £300—but be could not be expeoted to! ive on such a pittance. When he had not 4 francs in the world, he would order boot polish at 5 francs a bottle from Paris and call the tradesman who supplied it "a scoundrel" for venturing to ask for his money. In the end his intellect gave way. He lost his memory and mu,ch of his little mind.

He grew slovenly and careless, yet to the last clung to his eau do cologne and some other luxuries. Finally, bis mind all gone, he was removed to a charity hospital, being now reduced to the utmost impoverishment and content to change his linen once a month, instead of three times a ^ay, as of old. Here he died, under the care of sisters of charity, on March 80, 1840. Thus ended the striking career of perhaps tne most worthless fop whom history records, his death being a fitting termination to biv' useless life.—Lippincolt's.

Melba's First Appearance.

Mme. Melba recently gave an interesting account of her first pttblic appearance. "I was quite a young girl in Australia," she said, "when, notwithstanding the persistent discouragement of my father, who was averse to the idea of a singer's career for me, I engaged a hall and sent round a notice to all my friends. Unfortunately somebody mentioned the little scheme to my father, and he, furious at my clandestine enterprise, begged every one of his acquaintances to uphold his parental authority by ignoring the performance. But I wasn't disheartened, and at the hour announced for the commencement of my concert stepped on to the platform—to find myself face to face with an audience of two. And nobody else came."

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Hard Pie.

That German was a delight, her cookery was often vile, but she was amusing. Her first efforts at pastry making were lamentable. "Margarete, what was the matter with the Apple tart? The crust was like a stone." "Oh, madame, I voorked so harrd. I said to myself, 'Now ze harrder I voork ze better it will be,' ao I rolled and I rolled, and I used all my strengzt, and now it is von stone."

One morning Margarete bounces into my room and bursts out in an injured voice, "Madame, does our coachman belong to my towed?" At last I discover that she refers to the round towel in the scullery, on which the offender had wiped his hands in passing.—Oornhill Magazine.

Angelie Add.

Apropos of acids, there is an angelic acid, obtained from that most graceful of our umbelliferous plants, cultivate! in England in the sixteenth century as a pot herb and still used as a candied sweetmeat From this "herb angelick," or "root of the Holy Ghost," whose fragrance was reputed good against poison and pestilence, was also distilled a perfume, charmingly named angel water, affected by the beauties of the seventeenth century. "I met," says Sedley, "the prettiest creature in New Springgarden. Angel water was the worst scout about hear."—Camhill Mac*

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The Anvil Bird.

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But if your guide were a native, he would tell you that the sound was made by a campanero, as they call it, although to foreigners it is known as the anvil bird.

This bird is a little ferger than a thrush. The plumage is perfectly white, the eyes area pale gray color, and the naked throat and skin around the eyes are of a fine bright green, while its more northerly relative is orange and black, very muoh like our oriole.

It is generally in the early part of tbe day that the campanero sends forth the wonderful note that can be heard at a distance of three miles. Marvelous indeed must be the mechanism of the vocal organs of so small a bird to produce so farreaching a note, but there is no doubt of the fact, for many travelers have heard the strange sound uttered by the bird when perched on the top most branch of some withered tree.— Our Animal Friends. i*

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Comfort in traveling is an important consideration, and the newest idea for a journey is one.worth regarding. Dodging railroad cinders and dust is something not to be thought of. When a thoroughly clean railroad trip is possi ble, the millennium will have arrived, and this period is still, according to all beliefs, a long distance off. But owing to a simple thought of a practical man, the traveler can now proteot his or her hat which was out of the question before.

A humble paper bag, obtained from the nearest grocer, is the god of the machine. This is folded compactly and stowed away in the pocket (in the hand bag or purse if the traveler is a woman and is pooketless). Before the cars start the bag is opened, the hat placed therein, tbe bag pinned across its mouth and the whole laid in tbe rack. Thereafter, until the destination is all but reached, the traveler need have no thought of his headgear, for no dust or cinders can rdach it It will be found in the best of oondition upon opening. So simple is this device that it is a wonder it waB never thought of before.—New York Herald-

A Scotsman Who Bnled Russia.

Although not generally known, it is a matter of history that an alien, a Scotsman, onoe held the reins of government in Russia, and to him that country owes her civilization, government and present position among the nations. Patrick Gordon was born in Auchleuohries, Aberdeenshire, March 81, 1685. His father was of the Haddo branch of the Gordons, and his mother was an Ogilvie. He went to seek his fortune in Russia and became a soldier of great bravery in the Russian army in the time of Alexis I and had now attained the rank of colonel. By his bravery and success he gained the love of the army and the esteem of the whole nation and had under his control 12,000 newly formed soldiery, who were under foreign offioers in the town of Mosoow. Gordon himself had the czar's command not to leave the oapital, but his authority extended overall provinces except those in which the southern army were engaged under General Shein, yet the latter had express orders from the ozar not to undertake anything of moment with General Gordon's advice.— Scottish American.

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