Om Gatlings at Santiago
On the morning of July 1st, the dismounted cavalry, including my regiment, stormed Kettle Hill, driving the Spaniards from their trenches. While thus firing, there suddenly smote on our ears a peculiar drumming sound. One or two of the men cried out, " The Spanish machine guns!" but, after listening a moment, I leaped to my feet and called, "It's the Gatlings, men! It's our Gatlings!" Immediately the troopers began to cheer lustily, for the sound was most inspiring. Whenever the drumming stopped, it was only to open again a little nearer the front. Our artillery, using black powder, had not been able to stand within range of the Spanish rifles, but it was perfectly evident that the Gatlings were troubled by no such consideration, for they were advancing all the while. Soon the infantry took San Juan Hill, and, after one false start, we in turn rushed the next line of block-houses and entrenchments, and then swung to the left and took the chain of hills immediately fronting Santiago.