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For hours the troops waited thus in the frightful tropical heat,
monuments of patient endurance. The dead and the living lay side by
side, though such of the wounded as could be reached were dragged back
to dressing-stations on the river-banks. Even here they were not safe,
for the dense foliage that afforded a grateful shade also concealed
scores of Spanish sharp-shooters. These maintained a cowardly and
deadly fire, the source of which could rarely be discovered, upon all
coming within range, regardless of whether they were wounded men,
surgeons in discharge of their duties, hospital stewards, or Red Cross
assistants, thus adding a fresh horror to warfare.
It was a terrible position, and the American army was being cut to
pieces without a chance to fire a gun in self-defence. To advance
appeared suicidal, to attempt a retreat meant utter destruction. No
orders could come over the blockaded road from the Commander-in-Chief,
miles in the rear, nor could word of the awful situation be sent back
to him in time. The men thus trapped gazed at one another with the
desperate look of hunted animals brought to bay. Must they all die,
and was there no salvation?
Suddenly a mounted officer dashed into the open, pointing with his
sword to the nearest hill crowned by a block-house. Then through a
storm of bullets he spurred towards it, and, with a mighty yell ringing
high above the crash of battle, his men sprang after him.
CHAPTER XXV
RIDGE WINS HIS SWORD
A few minutes before this, while the Rough Riders lay in sullen
despair, with death on all sides and filling the air above them, a
staff-officer from headquarters, keenly anxious concerning the
situation and for the honor of his chief, appeared among them.
Whatever happened, he could not afford to betray uneasiness or fear.
So he walked erect as calmly as though inspecting troops on parade,
apparently unconscious of the bullets that buzzed like hornets about
him. He was studying the position of the several regiments, and his
face lighted with a smile as he found himself among the men of the
First Volunteer Cavalry.
"Hello, Rough Riders!" he cried. "Glad to see you taking things so
cool and comfortable. By-the-way, there is a promotion for one of you
waiting at headquarters. It came by cable last evening. Sergeant
Norris is promoted to a lieutenancy for distinguished service. If any
one knows where he is, let the word be passed. It may be an
encouragement for him to hear the good news."
Those men near enough to catch the officer's words raised a cheer, and
Ridge, who lay among them, sprang to his feet with a flushed face.
"That's him!" shouted Rollo Van Kyp, and the officer, stepping forward
with extended hand, said, "I congratulate you, Lieutenant Norris, and
am proud to make your acquaintance."
At that moment Colonel Roosevelt, on horseback, and so forming the most
conspicuous target for Spanish bullets on the whole field, dashed to
the front, pointed to the nearest block-house, and called upon his men
to follow him. With a yell they sprang forward, and Ridge, being
already on his feet, raced with the front rank.
In line with the Rough Riders were their fighting partners, the black
riders of the Tenth United States Cavalry, and at the first intimation
of an advance these leaped forward in eager rivalry of their white
comrades. Across the plain they charged, and then up the steep
hill-side, while the Spanish fire doubled in fury, and the tall grass
in front of them was cut as though by the scythe of a mower.
Spectators in the rear gazed appalled at the thin line of troopers thus
rushing to what seemed certain destruction.
"It is not war--it is suicide!" cried a foreign attache.
Whatever it was, it afforded an example that others were quick to
follow, and the moment the intention of the Rough Riders became
evident, regiment after regiment on the left--dismounted cavalry and
infantry, regulars and volunteers, Hawkins's men and Kent's--broke from
the cover that had afforded them so little protection, and swept across
the open towards the deadly intrenchments crowning the main ridge of
San Juan Heights. There was no order for this glorious charge. The
commanding generals had not even contemplated such a bit of splendid
but reckless daring. Even now, so hopeless did it seem, they would
have stopped it if they could; but they might as well have tried to
arrest the rush of an avalanche by wishing. It was a voluntary
movement of men goaded beyond further endurance by suffering and
suspense. As one of the foreign military spectators afterwards said,
"It was a grand popular uprising, and, like most such, it proved
successful."
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