PURE AMERICAN BLOOD. 



LIEUT. C. F. O KEEFE, U. S. V. 



"Where are you hit, my good man?" 

 inquired the field surgeon. "Just remain 

 quiet till I see. Steward, cut his shirt 

 open in front. Oh! a Mauser. No Rem- 

 ington bullet went in here. Where did it 

 come out? Must be behind. No, don't 

 turn him over. Let him rest as he is. 

 Now, young man, put your arms around 

 my neck and hold on till I raise you up. 



"Oh!" said the field surgeon, frowning; 

 "here it is, away down here." As he 

 raised the wounded boy to a sitting posi- 

 tion it was seen that the canvas stretcher 

 on which he lay was filled with blood. It 

 was swaying to and fro, and the breeze 

 sent little ripples over it, as over the sur- 

 face of a river or lake. Then it occurred 

 to me that a few small holes should be 

 in these stretchers, so a wounded man 

 would not have to lie and soak in his own 

 blood. 



"He says he wants an injection of mor- 

 phine, doctor," said the steward. 



"All right, my boy," said the surgeon, 

 who leaned back so the boy could not see 

 him. Then he shook his head at the stew- 

 ard and pointed to the great pool of blood. 



"I'll fix you in a second." And he 



placed his chloroform flask to the boy's 

 nostrils. 



"Now, steward, lay him down again. 

 Put those leggins under his head, for a 

 pillow. Get his record and tie on the tag. 

 How do you feel — better now, don't you?" 



The boy shook his head with a sad 

 smile and said in a weak voice, 



"Oh, that's all right. Doc; I see my 

 finish. Say, Idaho, put my hat over my 

 face. The sun hurts my eyes." 



The surgeon shook his head, and as he 

 turned away, said, "Steward, why don't 

 they bring in the others?" 



"We haven't any more stretchers, sir, 

 unless we lay some of these wounded on 

 the ground." 



"All right," replied the surgeon; "lay 

 some of those men over there on the 

 ground, in the shade. Don't disturb this 

 one," pointing to the boy with the hat 

 over his face. 



A few minutes later the surgeon said, 

 "Steward, close that boy's eyes and put a 

 bandage 'round the jaws till they set. Lay 

 the body on the ground and send that 

 stretcher out with the others. The am- 

 bulance will be here in a minute." 



PHOTO BY LIEUT. C. F. O'KEEFE, M ANI L A, P. !• 



HEAD OF WATER BUFFALO. 



Into her hard, unyielding heart 

 A little spark of love there came! 



He blew himself, and, lo! 



The spark was made a flame! 



— Detroit Journal. 



We've the ice now, and we're ready for 

 the mint; 

 The campaign mule is braying at the 

 gate; 

 The yellow perch are biting in the Flint, 

 And the liars of the land are digging 

 bait! 



— Atlanta Constitution. 



"Yes," said the sentimental Filipino, 

 "there's nothing more pleasant than a syl- 

 van retreat." 



"I'm glad you like the idea." answered 

 the general. "We take to the woods again 

 to-morrow." — Washington Star. 



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