A perfect hail of bullets was sweeping over us as we advanced. Once I got a glimpse of some Spaniards, appparently retreating, far in the front, and to our right, and we fired a couple of rounds after them. Then I became conviced, after much anxious study, that we were being fired at front. Smokeless power, and the thick cover in our front, continued to puzzle us. and I more than once consulted anxiously the officers as to the exact whereabouts of our opponents. I took a riffle from a wounded man and began to try shots with it myself. It was very hot and the men were getting exhausted, through at this spainsh fire going high. As we advanced, the cover became a little thicker and I lost touch of the main body under Wood: so I halted and we fired industriously at the ranch buildings ahead of us, some five hundred yards off. The Country all around us was thickly forested, so that it was very diffcult to see any distance in any directions. The firing had now died out, but I was still entirely uncertain as to exactly what had happened. I did not know whether the enemy had been driven back or whether it was merely a lull in the fight, and we might be attacked again: nor did I know what had happened in any other part of the line, while as I occcupied the extreme left, I was not sure whether or not my flank was in danger.... Keywords: The Rough Riders, Theodore Roosevelt, Teddy Roosevelt, Cuba War, Spanish American War, Spaniards,

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