the American. This is only human. It must be annoying to a
Cuban to remember that after he had for three years fought the Spaniard,
the Yankee in eight weeks received his surrender and began to ship him
home. The way Casanova describes the fight at El Caney is as follows:

"The Americans thought they could capture El Caney in one day, but the
brave General Toral fought so good that it was six days before the
Americans could make the Spaniards surrender." The statement is correct
except as regards the length of time during which the fight lasted. The
Americans did make the mistake of thinking they could eat up El Caney in
an hour and then march through it to San Juan. Owing to the splendid
courage of Toral and his few troops our soldiers, under two of our best
generals, were held in check from seven in the morning until two in the
afternoon. But the difference between seven hours of one day and six
days is considerable. Still, at present at San Juan that is the sort of
information upon which the patriotic and puzzled American tourist is fed.

Young Casanova, the only other authority in Santiago, is not so sure of
his facts as is his father, and is willing to learn. He went with me to
hold my pony while I took the photographs that accompany this article,
and I listened with great interest to his accounts of the battle.
Finally he made a statement that was correct. "How did you happen to get
that right?" I asked.

"Yesterday," he said, "I guided Colonel Hayes here, and while I guided
him he explained it to me."

THE SOUTH AFRICAN WAR

I--WITH BULLER'S COLUMN

"Were you the station-master here before this?" I asked the man in the
straw hat, at Colenso. "I mean before this war?"

"No fear!" snorted the station-master, scornfully. "Why, we didn't know
Colenso was on the line until Buller fought a battle here. That's how it
is with all these way-stations now. Everybody's talking about them. We
never took no notice to them."

And yet the arriving stranger might have been forgiven his point of view
and his start of surprise when he found Chieveley a place of only a half
dozen corrugated zinc huts, and Colenso a scattered gathering of a dozen
shattered houses of battered brick.

Chieveley seemed so insignificant in contrast with its fame to those who
had followed the war on maps and in the newspapers, that one was not sure
he was on the right road until he saw from the car-window the armored
tr