JURAGUA (Cuba,) June 25, 3 p.m., per Associated Press dispatch boat Dandy, via Kingston, June 26, 10 a.m.--In the two hours' fighting, during which the volunteers battled against their concealed enemies, enough deeds of heroism were done to fill a volume. One of the men of Troop E, desperately wounded, was lying squarely between the lines of fire. Surgeon Church hurried to his side, and with bullets pelting all around him, calmly dressed the man's wound, bandaged it, and walked unconcernedly back, soon returning with two men and a litter. The wounded man was placed on the litter, and brought into our lines. Another soldier of Troop L, concealing himself as best he could behind a tree, gave up his place to a wounded companion, and a moment or two later was himself wounded.
    Sergt. Bell stood by the side of Capt. Capron when the latter was mortally hit. He had seen that he was fighting against terrible odds, but never flinched.
    "Give me your arm a minute," he said to the sergeant, and, kneeling down, he deliberately aimed and fired two shots in quick succession. At each a Spaniard was seen to fall. Bell, in the mean time had seized a dead comrade's gun and knelt beside his captain and fired steadily. When Capt. Capron fell, he gave the sergeant a parting message to his wife and father, and bade the sergeant good-by in a cheerful voice, and was then borne away dying.
    Sergt. Hamilton Fish, Jr., was the first man killed by the Spanish fire. He was near the head of the column as it turned from the wood road into the range of the Spanish ambuscade. He shot one Spaniard, who was firing from the cover of a dense patch of underbrush. When a bullet struck his breast he sank at the foot of a tree with his back against it. Capt. Capron stood over him, shooting, and others rallied around him, covering the wounded men. The ground this afternoon was thick with empty shells where Fish lay. He lived twenty minutes. He gave a small lady's hunting-case watch from his belt to a messmate as a last souvenir.
    With the exception of Capt. Capron, all the Rough Riders killed in yesterday's fight were buried this morning on the field of action. Their bodies were laid in one long trench, each wrapped in a blanket. Palm leaves lined the trench, and were heaped in profusion over the dead heroes. Chaplain Brown read the beautiful Episcopal burial service for the dead, and, as he knelt in prayer, every trooper, with bared head, knelt around the trench. When the captain announced the hymn, "Nearer My God to Thee," the deep bass voices of the men gave a most impressive rendering of the music.
    The dead Rough Riders lay right on the summit of the hill where they fell. The site is most beautiful. Flowers and grass cover the slopes, and from the top a far-reaching view is had over the tropical forest. Chaplain Brown has marked each grave, and has complete records for the benefit of friends of the dead soldiers.
    Capt. Capron's body was brought into Juragua this afternoon, but it was deemed inadvisable to send the remains north at this season, and the interment took place on a hillside near the seashore, back of the provisional hospital. After a brief service, a parting volley was fired over the grave of the dead captain, and the bugle sounded "taps" as the sun sank over the mountain tops beyond Santiago.

Source:

Unknown, "Where Brave Men Fell, The Dying Capron Killed Two Spaniards--Hamilton Fish's End," Los Angeles Times, Los Angeles, Monday, 27 June, 1898, p. 3.