FUSSELL, MARCH 16, 1899
FUSSELL, MARCH 17, 1899


FROM THE PHILIPPINES.

Our Soldier Correspondent Writes Entertainingly of the Country and the Insurgents, Their Manner of Fighting, Our Fighting Methods and the Spaniards' Way of Fighting.

Correspondence of the Progressive Farmer.

JARO Panay Island, P. I,



March 16, 1899.

Since my last letter there has been only desultory firing between our boys and the insurgents, until this morning, when the enemy moved around to our left flank, and about one company of them fired on our outpost. No one on our side was killed. Our boys returned the fire, killing one Filipino soldier, and wounding several others. We received the orders to be ready to "fall in" at a moment's notice, but waited in vain, as the outpost succeeded in driving the enemy back. Whenever the enemy hears a shot from our rifles, they think there is a whole company firing, as the sound made by the ball going through the bamboo, is very rattling. When they fire "Mausers" at us they sound as if they were fired just where we are standing, as the sound of the rifle goes with the bullet. It they were within one hundred yards of us, the sound of the ball would be the same as if it came from a mile away. The Remington ball makes a different sound as it passes over our heards—sounds very much like a mad honey bee when he tries to sting you. If a Remington ball is nearly "spent" when it passes over us, the ball wabbles more than it would if it were going at a greater velocity.

Several of my comrades and myself went beyond our outpost, a few days ago, and we saw many insurgents picking beans, having their rifles close to them. We heard that they are short of provisions, and would soon become starved into submission, but, judging from the amount of tropical fruits here, I think they can subsist quite a white on them alone.

The cool nights are telling on the insurgents, as they were never used to sleeping outdoors; and they are very thinly clad. They expected us to remain in Iloilo, while they occupied this town. They were in the habit of fighting the Spaniards for two or three hours, then retiring to camp, where they would smoke and have a fine time.

Insurgents say "Americans mucho combata; no eat, no sleep, but fight all the time; Espanal mucho smoke, mucho chow chow" (cooked food), meaning the Spaniards took plenty of time to smoke and eat. Our style of advancing by rushes is something they don't "savey" (understand).

When Spaniards fought these people, they would send out a few men, while the officers remained in quarters; after the Spaniards retreated, they counted the cartridges they had shot, and for every one shot, they counted one killed insurgent, so as they shot many times they counted many killed, when, perhaps, they killed none. They sent such reports to Madrid, Spain, and when a regiment which had served here four years returned to Spain, and only 400 out of 1200 were left, there was much weeping by the relatives of the ones who died here. I trust such will never be the fate of any of our boys.

At last accounts there was some fighting at Manila; as Manila is 48 hours by dispatch boat, from here, we don't know what is occurring there.



MARCH 17

An interruption was made in my writing, yesterday, by the call to arms. From the tower could be seen large numbers of the enemy moving toward our left, our weakest point. The artillery and seven companies of my regiment were soon on the move toward the enemy. We soon learned that they made a "bluff" to draw our forces is that direction, while the main body of them moved around to our right. We soon saw into their little game, and moved around to the right, and soon had them engaged.

The artillery remained in the rear, while the infantry moved to witnin 300 yards of the enemy. Shell after shell went screaming over our heads, on their way to deal out death to the insurgents. As the artillery scattered and put them on the run, the infantry picked them off like rabbits. The fighting began at 3:30 p.m. and lasted until 7 p. m. Our losses were 19 wounded, and one killed. Most of the wounded will survive.

One fellow was shot through the lungs, the ball entering the left shoulder, coming out on the other side. At first, he thought he was only slightly hurt, and begged to be allowed to fire "a few more rounds at them." It was a Mauser ball which hit him, and they make a small neat hole, and seldom kill. There is a fellow in the hospital who was hit by a Mauser, sometime ago; the ball passed through one lung, but he is doing well.

We saw many Spaniards among the insurgents—deserters from the Spanish army. They are well-drilled and are nearly all officers. They made a much better stand than I thought they would, but we finally drove them from their position in the trenches.

As we advanced across the open field, the enemy apparently couldn't "savey" it! We advanced 50 yards at a time, then fell down behind trenches which were made by insurgents. We gave them a few well directed volleys, then advanced to the next cover. As we advanced a perfect hail of bullets fell all around us, and passed above us, and passed above us, but not one of of my company was killed, but one corporal was hit on two of his toes.

Our marines landed on the right of us, and just slaughtered insurgents. One of our naval boats was close in near shore,and was well "masked" with palms, so the enemy thought it was only a merchant boat, and advanced close to it, when it opened up its guns on them, killing 40 at one shot. That put the tear of our country into them, so they ran right into the Tennesseans, who poured death into them.

We destroyed one of their block houses which contained 8,000 rounds of ammunition, and some guns. We found an insurgent officer's horse shot by about 25 of our bullets. When night came on the enemy ceased firing Remingtons at us and fired only Mausers. Two Tennesseeans fought by my side, they using Springfield rifles, and I had the Krag Jorgenson rifle.

The one who was killed on our side was buried in a Spanish cemetery, in which many insurgents are supposed to have been buried. The cemetery was once a costly affair, and Spain taxed all who buried in it, even her own subjects, and when the family or friends of a dead person refused to pay the taxes, their dead's bones were taken and thrown in a heap, in the corners of the cemetery. There are hundreds of skulls and other bones bleaching in the sun. Similar sights may be seen at cemeteries all over the country.

There is an angel made of stone and placed on top of the tower at the cemetery. He represents Gabriel blowing the trumpet, on the resurrection morn, but it seems that Spain did some of the resurrecting in taking up those bones.

There is a house here where images of Christ were made; we boys found several of the images, one of which had blood smeared on the face, and large drops of blood on the body, which is supposed to resemble the crucifixion of Christ.

A lieutenant and I went to a house where Chinamen made a cheap drink called "beno." We found 13 China men and several barrels of the drink, so we made them empty the stuff into the street and the lieutenant arrested all of them, and had me put them to work building breastworks. Several of them looked as though they never did any work and they bitterly protested against having to work.

Several of my comrades are suffering from rheumatism, which they got by lying in the trenches. The sick report of our forces is increasing at a great rate.

I must say something for my brave company commander. He is as fine a man as I ever met, and when he addresses his men, he does it in a quiet way, not as I have heard some officers address men. He never brags of what he can and will do, but when he arrives on the battlefield, he acts like a fighter, and not a talker. While he ordered all his men to lie down behind the trenches, he stood straight up and gave the commands in a cool, self composed manner, which won him the admiration of all who saw his actions.

Since the battle, we have seen the enemy hauling their dead in ox carts. I think for every one of our men hit, there were a dozen or more of theirs killed.

I wish to correct two mistakes which I made in my first letter to your paper; 1st, I enlisted in the third regular infantry and was transferred to 18th; 2nd, we each receive $15.60 a month, although there has been an increase in our pay, but we haven't as yet received it.

Your papers were read by myself, and comrades, and greatly appreciated. A young man from Missouri said he had read The Progressive Farmer before, and thinks it a splendid paper.

The soil here is a very black rich kind and on the river bank, where it has washed down to a depth of 10 feet, the bottom is as rich as the surface. There are alligators in all the creeks and rivers of this island. A fellow in my company is as good a cigar maker as I've seen, and as there is much very fine tobacco here, he makes $6 a day making cigars, and could sell twice that amount if he could make them.

We found two cans full of black powder, scraps of iron and lead. The insurgents made them, and some Chinese told us that the insurgents had a smooth bore old cannon out of which they fired them.

We expect to go into battle again this evening.

Respectfully yours,

RANDALL H FUSSELL.
Co. I, 18th Infantry, U. S. Army, Iloilo, P. I.


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