The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1860-04-13
SAINT PAUL, FRIDAY, APRIL 10, 1860

surveyor tue uduaSe, ueEe b potSus fou'
tilator."
Lucky for you, Sergeant Leary," q
young ensign remarked, that your head
wasn't in it." -
"Arrah, your honor, and do you suppose
that those dirty bullets would go through
my head? It's all very easy with regu~
lation shake, for we know what that is made
Of but an Irishman's head is formed 0l
stronger materials" s ---e--
A suppressed laugh ran along the trench>
es, but Pat was not at all put out.
"Boys!" he remarked, with solemn pathos,
"since the unlucky day that I landed in this
filthy country, not night has passed that /
havn't put at least pint of bad spirits into
this carcass of mine, and there is not a man
among you can say he has seen me the worst
for it. 1t wants purity daisunt head to
stand the raks we get up here, for it would
take the roof off house so think my
head is safe against ball sent by Russian
powder. Hilloh what's their game now, I
wondher p t., ..s..
The men jumped up involuntarily, for the
firing from the Russian guns had grown
tremendous. Forgetting all caution, they
sprang upon the breastw0rk, naturally sup.
posing that the enemy meditated a sortie.
They were in perfect safety, however all
the bullets were at present directed at a
single figure, which was crossing the open
at frantic speed. Our men cheered heartily
as the stranger pressed on, utterly reckless
of the shower of lead, and some two or three
fellows, Leary at their head, rushed out to
rescue him. Great was the Sergeants sur
prise though, when he recognized in the
stranger, the woman in grey. But there
was no time for inquiry. The Russians had
opened all their batteries, as if disguised at
not bringing down their victim, and for an
hour the very earth shook with the vibra.
ton. Suddenly the fire died away, as we
did not condescend to reply to it the moon
retired behind cloud in disgust, and there
was silence for the rest of the night.
In the meanwhile, Sergeant Leary had
convinced himself that this Mr.. Jones was
not that Mr.. Jones the stranger, instead of
welding yataghan, employed far more
dangerous weapon in pair of the most
lovely eyes ever seen. Then in most Sc.
ductive voice (Leary swore afterwards that
he understood every word, but don't believe
him) she asked after her fathers welfare.
She spoke in French, and, at any rate the
officer of the watch comprehended her, and
sent party with her at once to headquar-
tiers. Lord Raglan no sooner heard of the
heroism she had displayed, in order to join
her father, than he gave directions that she
should be treated with all possible kindness,
and have free access to the prisoner. Her
presence was better than all the doctors
stuff to Constantine he rapidly recovered,
but Eudoxia's duties were not over then.
By some stupid mistake Leary managed to
run his renowned head against Mimic ball,
which sadly injured his personal appearance,
and, for some reason or another, Eudoxia
insisted on nursing him. It may be that his
repeated visits to her father had touched her
heart, but what do know? All can say
is, that nursed Sergeant Leary's youngest
girl the other day, when 1 went in for an
ounce of tobacco, at a shop, not hundred
miles from Leicester Square, and was re-
quested to wait and see Father Constantine,
who has very comfortable engagement as
interpreter at one of our police courts.
With him I smoked refreshing pipe, and
he confirmed all the details of the story l
now lay before the reader.