the japanese are industrious, good natured and friendly people. they treat every one kindly, and every one invited us to go into his house and chat awhile. our greatest difficulty was to understand them. they appeared to be anxious to do anything they could for us, and considering everything as i could see it in our short stay, i believe i would like to live among them.
a great many europeans are residents of nagasaki. it is a fine town, a great deal of business is done there. the city is spread out along the bay back of the city, and all around the bay, except the entrance to it, are large hills, and on these a great many large guns are mounted. these natural barriers enable the japanese to make the city a strongly fortified place. the government of japan is good. laws are rigid and strictly enforced. theft is regarded as a very grave crime, and is punished with severe penalties.
men with whom i talked in nagasaki seemed to desire to leave the impression that japan was well prepared for war, in fact better prepared than most any other country.
the transport warren sailed from nagasaki july ninth for san francisco, taking the northern[pg 100] route of the pacific ocean. this route is claimed to be about two thousand miles longer than the southern route over which we sailed in going to manila. the ocean currents and winds make a great deal of difference in which route a vessel is sailing in, and the northern and southern routes give the advantage to the vessels. ships go the southern route from san francisco to manila and return the northern route.
after a few days out from nagasaki we found colder water, which continued most of the way to san francisco, only getting warmer a short distance from san francisco. after getting out into this cold water the temperature of the atmosphere also fell, and every man who had an overcoat or even a heavy uniform put it on. those who had only the thin uniforms called khaki worn in the philippines, suffered from cold.
it was cold and disagreeable for all on board except the officers, who, as usual, fared well at all times and in all places.
there was a casual detachment of discharged soldiers numbering one hundred and thirty-eight on board, two hundred and forty-one officers and privates of the twenty-third regiment, sixty prisoners and twenty-one passengers, a total of four hundred and sixty men on board besides the crew. the transport warren is a large vessel, and all on board had plenty of room.
those men who were not thoughtful enough to start back to the united states with their heavy uniforms looked somewhat pitiful crowding around the engine rooms and boilers, and getting anywhere that offered some protection from the chilly air[pg 101] and sea breeze. i was fortunate in not being one of that number. i had plenty of warm clothing and fared well returning. i was on the lookout for myself, and provided myself with everything i desired, and had to call on no one for anything. my rule was to look out for myself all the time i was in the army, and usually i had everything i desired. if i wanted anything to use i always went where i could buy it, and never borrowed from the soldiers.
i always thought that was a good rule for a soldier; i noticed that those who did that fared much better than those who did not practice that rule.
i never liked to loan my gun and belt to a soldier when he has all those things of his own. but some soldiers would keep their guns polished and oiled, and set them away and borrow guns and belts from other soldiers to do guard duty with. these received the appellation of "orderly buckers" by their comrades, and were too lazy to walk post and perform a soldier's duty. duty on the transport in returning to the united states was very hard on those soldiers who were well. almost every soldier was on the sick report, and called by the soldiers the sick battalion. the few who were put on duty had it to perform every other night. i was one of the latter, and i considered it pretty tough too. cooks on the transports were assigned for one year to cook for the soldiers. they were as filthy as hogs with everything they cooked. they cared nothing about how the rations were prepared nor how nasty they were, just so the cooking was over with as[pg 102] quickly as possible. they had no sympathy; anything seemed to the cooks good enough if it did not poison him. on our return we had plenty to eat if it had been cooked decently so that men could eat it. the reader may say that it should have been reported to the officer in command. this was done, and reported also to the officer of the day, and the next day after the reports were made we were given cabbage for dinner, and every man founds big worms in his plate of cabbage. while the officer of the day was passing by one soldier had the nerve to show him what was on his plate; immediately the officer of the day went to the cooks about it and that seemed to end it. one soldier found something in his plate that looked almost like a tarantula.
some of the officers and a great many privates had a monkey apiece. great care was taken of them by their owners. two large monkeys belonged to some of the crew. these and the smaller ones had the whole vessel to run through and nothing escaped them—they were into everything. finally the commanding officer gave orders for all the monkeys to be taken up, but the order was not carried out and he had the doctor chloroform the two large ones and throw them overboard. that made the crew very mad and sounded the death knell to all the monkeys on board.
that night the crew very quietly caught every monkey and threw them overboard—not one escaped. it was then the officers' turn to be mad and they did everything they could to learn who destroyed their monkeys. one old captain who[pg 103] had lost a monkey offered a reward of ten dollars to know who threw his monkey overboard, but he failed to find out who it was. i never heard such a fuss about as small a thing as a monkey before.
we arrived within one or two miles of the golden gate on july 30. the transport stopped and the whistle was blown for the quarantine officers and a pilot. we could not see land, the fog was so heavy, until we got to the golden gate. the sight of land sent a thrill of gladness through every one on board, especially the soldiers who were beholding their own country, where they were soon to be discharged, and once more be free to go and come at their own pleasure. just before night we went to the quarantine station on angel island and remained until morning, when everything was taken off the transport. on the first of august we went ashore at the presidio wharf, landing in the evening.
we were not received as royally as we had departed, no big reception was awaiting us, although i am quite sure the soldiers would have enjoyed one as much as when they were departing for the philippines. i suppose it was thought that when we went away that we would never get back.
when we boarded the transport for the philippines several thousand enthusiastic people witnessed our departure and a great display of patriotism was manifested. when that portion which returned when i did were landing only one woman and a little boy were present to show any feeling of rejoicing that we had not all perished in the[pg 104] philippines from the awful climate and the filipino bullets. this great patriotic display being over we went into camps at presidio and remained there to rest and await further orders, which came in a few days, as soon as arrangements for transportation over the railroad could be made; and then companies i and l went to fort douglas, salt lake city, companies k and m were assigned to fort d.a. russell, cheyenne, wyoming. august sixth we left san francisco and arrived at fort d.a. russell in the evening of august ninth. companies k and m were under the command of captain delair, who is a good officer. captain devore had command of company k, to which i then belonged and i remained with that company until discharged.
captain devore was a very good old religious kind of an officer, very strange and different from any other officer. the most that he believed in was to keep clean. he was very fond of seeing brooms, mops, picks and shovels in use. he liked to see work going on. he seemed to be too economical to eat as much as he needed of government rations. he would never allow any of the company's funds to be spent for any purpose, but was all the time adding to the fund.
the company was allowed twenty pounds of sugar every ten days. of this captain devore would take off one pound for company funds. this is only one example, or illustration, of many ways of adding something to the funds of the company.
the company cook was preparing prunes one day for dinner when the old captain came around[pg 105] inspecting everything; the cook told him that he was cooking prunes. the cook was then asked how the men liked them, to which he was answered that the men would eat all that were being cooked and then not have more than half enough. the old captain said there were too many for the company—that six was enough for anyone. he further said, "i don't eat but two or three and that is as many as i want."
the company was always kicking about him. he was never pleased on inspection to find something cooking. he liked to find the stove cold and the cooking vessels all clean, then everything with him was o.k. he would give a man who had had a number of summary court martials an "excellent" discharge and some soldiers who were good duty soldiers and never had a court martial would get "only good." i have noticed that if he likes a soldier he will always get "excellent." he seemed never to be governed by a soldier's record. i had "very good," all i cared for, as i was so happy to get it.
i left the army november 11, 1900, en route to dallas, texas, where i remained a few days and went to pleasant point, where i spent several days with two of my brothers, john h. and juney h. freeman. here i met many friends whom i had known before enlisting in the army and again i was free to join them in their sports as i had done before.
december twentieth, i started back to georgia. i took the route via new orleans, at which place i stopped about thirty hours and took another look[pg 106] at the old town. i wanted to look at it once more and compare it to the time when i was in camps there. i satisfied myself and proceeded on my homeward journey to the old red hills of georgia, which i had left five years and two months before.
