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Military Manoeuvres
In August, 1909, Richard and his wife left Mount Kisco for a visit to Mr. and Mrs. Clark
at Marion. While there my brother attended and later on wrote an article on the war
manoeuvres held at Middleboro, Massachusetts.
August 16th, 1909.
We had a splendid day to day. I arranged to have Cecil meet me at eleven at Headquarters
in the woods below Middleboro, and I spent the morning locating different regiments.
Then, after I "met up" with her, I took her in my car. Both she and Hiller were awfully
keen over it, so, we got on splendidly. And, of course, Hiller's knowledge of the country
was wonderfully convenient. We had great luck in seeing the only fight of the day, the
first one of the war. Indeed, I think we caused it. There was a troop of cavalry with a
Captain who was afraid to advance. I chided him into doing something, the umpire
having confided to me, he would mark him, if he did not. But, he did it wrong. Anyway,
he charged a barn with 36 troopers and lost every fourth man. In real warfare he would
have lost all his men and all his horses. Cecil and Hiller pursued in the car at the very
heels of the cavalry, and I ran ahead with the bicycle scouts. It was most exciting. I am
going out again to-morrow. Lots of Love to you all.
August 19th, 1909.
I got in last night too late to write and I am sorry. To-day, the war came to an end with
our army, the Red one, with the road to Boston open before it. Indeed, when the end
came, they were fighting with their backs to that City, and could have entered it to-night.
I begged both Bliss and Wood to send in the cavalry just for the moral effect, but they
were afraid of the feeling, that was quite strong. I had much fun, never more, and saw all
that was worth seeing. I was glad to see I am in such good shape physically, but with the
tramping I do over the farm, it is no wonder. I could take all the stone walls at a jump,
while the others were tearing them down. I also met hundreds of men I knew and every
one was most friendly, especially the correspondents. Just as I liked to be on a story with
a "star" man when I was a reporter, they liked having a real "war" correspondent, take it
seriously. They were always wanting to know if it were like the Real Thing, and as I
assured them it was, they were satisfied. Some incidents were very funny. I met a troop
of cavalry this morning, riding away from the battle, down a crossroad, and thinking it
was a flanking manoeuvre, started to follow them with the car. "Where are you going?" I
asked the Captain. "Nowhere," he said, "We are dead." An Umpire was charging in
advance of two troops of the 10th down a state road, when one trooper of the enemy who