THE SPANISH-AMERICAN WrAR. 360 Lawton's headquarters by oneof Shaffer's staff officers. For the scene that followed we must turn to Mr. Hafding Davis's graphic narrative of his experiences before Santiago. "You will break camp and move forward at four o'clock," ran the order.

down, splashing them with dirty water, and shouting, 'You will come up at once, sir.' 'You will not attempt to enter the trail yet, sir.' 'General Sumner's compliments, and why areyou not in your place ? ' Twelve thousand men, with their eyes fixed on a balloon, and treading oneach others' heels in three inches of mud,moveslowly,and afterthreehours itseemed as if every man in the United States was under arms, andstumbling and slipping downthat trail. The lines passed until the moon rose. They seemed endless, interminable. There were cavalry,mounted and dismounted, artillery with cracking whips and cursing drivers, Rough Riders in brown, and regulars,both black and white,inblue. Midnight came,andthey werestill slipping forward. GeneralSumner's headquarters tent was pitched to the right of El Pozo Hill. Below us lay the valley- a mile and a half in length and a mile and a half wide,from which a white mist wasrising. Near us,drowned under the mist, seven thousand men were sleeping, and, farther to the right,General Chaffee's five thousand werelying under the bushes along the trails to El Caney, waiting to march on it and eat it up before breakfast. It was as yet an utterlyundiscoveredcountry. Three milesaway, across the basin of mist, we could see the street lamps of Santiago shining over the San Juan hills. Above us, the tropical moonhungbright and clear in the dark purple sky, pierced with millionsof white stars. Before the moon rose "It was then three o'clock," writesMr. Davis, "andapparently the order to move forward at four hadbeengiven to each regiment at nearly the same time,for they allstruck their tents and stepped down into the trail together. It was as though fifteen regiments were encamped along the side walks of Fifth Avenue, and were all ordered at the same moment to move into it and march down town. IfFifth Avenue were ten feet wide one can imagine the confusion. General Chaft'ee was at GeneralLawton's headquarters, and they stood apart talking, whispering together about the march they were to take to El Caney. Justover their heads the balloon was ascending for the first time, and its great glistening bulk hung just above the tree-tops, and the menin the different regiments, picking their way.along the trail, gazed up at it openmouthed. The headquarters camp was crowded.

Alter a weekof inaction the army at amoment's notice was moving forward, and everyone had ridden inhaste to learn why. " There were attachesinstrangeuniforms,selfimportant Cuban generals,officers from the flagship Neil* York, and an army of photographers. At the side of the camp double lines of soldiers passed slowly along the twopaths of the muddy road, while,between them, aides dashed up and again every sixthman whohadslept in the mist that night was eitherkilled or wounded."

FIRST INFANTRY SETTING OUT FOR THE WAR.