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PAGE | | Going into Action. From a Painting by Massanovich. Out from the maize, on a dog trot, springs a battalion, across the terraces, over the stubble, these Scientific Fanatics press on, up the Griddle of Death | Frontispiece | | Richard Barry and Frederick Villiers. They were mess-mates during the siege. Mr. Villiers, the veteran war artist of seventeen campaigns, was dean of the War Correspondents at Port Arthur. The photograph shows them before their Dalny home | 34 | | Starting for Port Arthur. Reserve regiment leaving Dalny for the firing line, eighteen miles away | 46 | | General Baron Nogi, Commander of the Third Imperial Japanese Army, studying the Defenses of Port Arthur in his Manchurian Garden in the Willow Tree Village | 62 | | General Baron Kodama, Chief of the Japanese Staff, standing on his door step | 84 | | Bo-o-om! Discharge of the Japanese 11-inch mortar during the Grand Bombardment of October 29th. This gun stood a mile and a half from Port Arthur and is shown firing into the Two Dragon Redoubt. The vibration made a clear photograph impossible | 112 | | The Hyposcope. Lieutenant Oda looking from 203-Meter Hill through the hyposcope at the Russian fleet in the new harbor at Port Arthur | 120 | | Orphans. Driven from home by shells which killed their father and mother, these brothers tramped from camp to camp selling eggs | 148 | | Human Barnacles. Clinging to the bases of the forts, like barnacles to a ship, these sturdy Japanese existed in wretched quarters throughout the summer, autumn and half the winter | 160 | | Ammunition for the Front | 180 | | How They Got in. Eighteen miles of these terminal trenches were dug through the plain before the Russian forts | 202 | | The Last Word. The officer is giving last instructions to his men before the Grand Assault of September 21st. This photograph was taken in the front Parallel, 300 yards from the Cock’s Comb Fort | 222 | | Preparing for Death. A superstition holds that the Japanese soldier who dies dirty finds no place among the Shinto shades; so, before going into action, every soldier changes his linen, as this one is doing | 241 | | A map of Port Arthur. Showing the defenses and the direction of the Japanese attack | 281 | | Home. The shack, 800 yards from the firing line, occupied for three months by the fighting General Oshima, Commander of the Ninth Division | 290 | | Plunder. Showing Adjutant Hori, Secretary to General Oshima, standing near plunder taken from the captured Turban Fort | 290 | | In action. Loading a 4.7 gun of the ordinary field artillery during the assault of September 20th | 312 | | The Osacca Babe. Loading the 11-inch coast defense mortar during the general bombardment of October 29th, two miles from Port Arthur | 332 |
Cloud girt among her mountains, Nippon, in wrath as of old, Unleashes her young warrior; Lo, the world’s champion behold! He comes abysmal as chaos, A boy with the smile of a girl, Tumbles his man with a handshake, And spits him up with a twirl. Nourished on rice and a dewdrop, He fans him to sleep with a star, Believing the fathers of Nippon Created things as they are. So up and across the short ocean He sails to the land of can’t, To keep up the name of his fathers And smash down the things that shan’t. Ah! What a freshet of glory When into the noisy fray Against a shaggy old giant Comes this youth asmile and gay!
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