of artillery, having two tubes,
or barrels, one above the other. It throws a long cartridge or shell,
similar in shape, but not so large as those used on the Vesuvius,
about which I have told you. One day Sergeant Borrowe volunteered to
manage the gun that the rest of the men were afraid of. They let him
have it, and he did splendid work with it.

Another famous gun in the fighting before Santiago was gun No. 2, of
Captain Capron's battery. Captain Capron was the father of the young
man who was killed in the battle of Las Guasimas. No guns did more
effective work than his, unless it was Parker's Gatlings, and one shot
from this No. 2 is said to have killed sixteen Spaniards at one time.
After the battery returned to the United States, Lieutenant Henly,
after saying that the battery was in every battle on Cuban soil except
that at Las Guasimas, continued:

"We were peculiarly fortunate in escaping the bullets. The only man
killed in our battery was a horse--I suppose we can count him as a
man. At El Caney, we were directed to support the infantry in an
attack on several blockhouses and a stone fort. We were twenty-four
hundred yards away and soon got the range. The first shot was fired by
Corporal Williams. Corporal Neff fired the shot that brought down the
Spanish flag. We pounded a hole in the fort and the infantry went
through it."

A young soldier who was wounded at San Juan told this story:

"My company got mixed up in the charge, and I pushed on with the
Thirteenth Regulars. When we reached the top of the hill, some of us
took shelter in a blockhouse and began firing from there at the
opposite hills. There wasn't one of the enemy in sight unless you
count dead ones, so we blazed away at nothing at all, for awhile. But
they had us dead in range, and it was no dream the way their bullets
played around us.

[Illustration: The Famous No. 2 Gun.]

"One of the bravest things I saw in the war happened right here. An
officer came up--he was a major of regulars--I don't know his
regiment--and he saw that we didn't know what to aim at, and were
getting a little rattled. So what did he do but quickly walk out in
front of the blockhouse where the bullets were coming thickest, and
proceed to study the hills with his field-glass, just as unconcerned
as you please. And every now and then he would call to us who were
inside, 'Men, sight at eight hundred yards and sweep the grass on the
ridge of the hill'; or, again: 'Men,