HOW IT FEELS TO DIE. 355 Davis says:— "WhauaIsaw him he wassuffering the most terrible agonies and passing through a succession of convulsions." But it seems that theseconvulsive m ,-ements were not conscious for Mr.Marshall,according to his own account of what he felt when he washit. "The bullet," he says, "came diagonallyfrom the left. Iwas standing in the open. 'Chug' came the bullet, and Ifell into the long grass, as much like a lump as had the other fellows whomIhad seen go down. There was n< >ain, no surprise, i'he tremendous shock so duiied my sensibilitiesthat it did not ~cur to me that anything extraordinary had happened— -that there was the least reason to be worried. Imerely lay perfectly satisfied and entirely comfortable in the long grass. It was a long time before anyone camenear me. The fighting passed away from merapidly. There were only left in the neighbourhood the dead, other wounded, and -he dictated his letter. He was sufficiently alert to do this, but although heseemed to be in pain he felt none. Possibly this is the case with the wounded on the battlefield ostener than we suspect. The very shock of the wound dulls all sensibility for a time.

The losses of the Spaniards arenot so easy to ascertain as those of the Americans. We have no. -t of their killedand wounded. But fighting under cover,and as soon as the attack wasclosely i, retiring over ground where no pursuit was possible, it is not likely that they suffered heavily. Inhis i nort toMadrid Marshal Blanco stated that Alcani. lost only seven killed and twenty-seven woundei American accounts estimatedthe Spanish I ' wohundred;but this was mereguessv ork,and cei inly far above the reality.

After thefight the Spaniards re.!red through Sevilla and took up a I , longthe first-aid-for-the-injured men, who were searciuny for us. Iheard two of these men go by calling out to the woundedto make their whereabouts known,but it did not occur to me to 'answer them. The sun was very hot, and Ihad some vague thoughts of sunstroke,but they werenot specially interesting thoughts, and Igave them up. It seemedagoodnotion to go to sleep, but Ididn'tdoit. Finally three soldiers found me, andputting half a shelter-tent under me carried me to the shade."

in Juan river,the hat runs into ibesea near Aguadores. On the American sule Gi J Chaffee's brigade,composed ot the 7th, 1 !th,anI 17thUnited StatesInfantry, m up through Las Guasimas and formed a stron ■t line near the edgeof the woods,fronting tow ards the open country aboutSan Juan. His pii: in sight of Santiago. The rest of General Law-.

ton's divisionbivouacked inhis rear. Then near Ias Guasimas was the camp of .he cavalry division with General Wheeler's headquarters. Of his 2,400 men only 200 were mounted. On the other side of the track and nearer Siboney was General Kent's division. The popular impression was that the way was open for the attack on Santiago, but some anxious days of hard work had still to pass before any further advance could be attempted, andSantiago could not be" rushed."

The surgeon came along and examined his wound. "He told me," says Mr. Marshall, "Iwas about to die. Thenews wasnot plea-ant.

butit did not interest me particularly. 'Don't you want to send any messages home? ' he asked. 'If you do, you'd better write 'em— bequick!'' He was carried on the improvised stretcher back to the hospital at Siboney. There