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The Battle of Saratoga 209
truding hands and feet and faces could be seen
between loose clods of earth.
A soldier of the advance guard found a new pair
of boots on one of the dead, and pulled him out to
remove them. The rest were disinterred in hopes
of another stroke of luck. One of the seven was
wrapped in a good mackintosh coat and looked like
an officer. All were put back, however; but carelessly, as before.
I sketched the grave as I saw it. One face was
uncovered, — that of a negro, evidently of the
guerilla cavalry. His eyes were wide open, with
a dull stare in them, and he must have died suddenly. Those eyes stared from the heap until one
of the men, with a " carramba ! " tore a double
handful of grass up by the roots and slapped it
over the face, covering it. At a very conservative
estimate, the Spaniards buried sixty men, for some
of these graves were larger than the one we opened.
Some graves near the house were concealed by
boards thrown over them. Possibly there were
graves that escaped my notice. The regulars
were in too much of a hurry even to fire the
house. Bits of bloody clothing, torn rags of
blankets, empty cigarette packages, and pasteboard
packages such as the Mauser ammunition is served
in, were scattered all about. Empty sardine tins
everywhere, seemed to be the only traces of quartermaster supplies on the field. Wherever there were
stones or logs or mounds, they had been utilized as
breastworks for soldiers who had burrowed behind
them. Throughout the camp, trees were barked
and scarred. Behind the body of one dead horse,
| Title | Marching with Gomez |
| Creator | Flint, Grover |
| Publisher | Lamson, Wolffe and company |
| Place of Publication | Boston, New York [etc.] |
| Date | 1898 |
| Language | eng |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Title | 00000254 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | The Battle of Saratoga 209 truding hands and feet and faces could be seen between loose clods of earth. A soldier of the advance guard found a new pair of boots on one of the dead, and pulled him out to remove them. The rest were disinterred in hopes of another stroke of luck. One of the seven was wrapped in a good mackintosh coat and looked like an officer. All were put back, however; but carelessly, as before. I sketched the grave as I saw it. One face was uncovered, — that of a negro, evidently of the guerilla cavalry. His eyes were wide open, with a dull stare in them, and he must have died suddenly. Those eyes stared from the heap until one of the men, with a " carramba ! " tore a double handful of grass up by the roots and slapped it over the face, covering it. At a very conservative estimate, the Spaniards buried sixty men, for some of these graves were larger than the one we opened. Some graves near the house were concealed by boards thrown over them. Possibly there were graves that escaped my notice. The regulars were in too much of a hurry even to fire the house. Bits of bloody clothing, torn rags of blankets, empty cigarette packages, and pasteboard packages such as the Mauser ammunition is served in, were scattered all about. Empty sardine tins everywhere, seemed to be the only traces of quartermaster supplies on the field. Wherever there were stones or logs or mounds, they had been utilized as breastworks for soldiers who had burrowed behind them. Throughout the camp, trees were barked and scarred. Behind the body of one dead horse, |
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