Evansville daily journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1863-1866, 1866-01-19

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"sir," he said, 81 don't care--care-
are, if we don't get there at sevenl"a
III have got my ordersP
Fresh horses Forward again, faster
than before. Over rocks and stumps, on
one which the coach narrowly escaped
turning a summerset.
"See herelp shrieked Mr.. Greedy, 81
don't care if we don't get there at all F.
/ g I've got my ordersis work for the
California Stage Company, / do. That's
what work for. They said git this man
through BY seven. An this mans q
goin' through. You betl Gerlongl
Wboopepi Tn
Another frightful jolt, and Mr.. Greedy 8
bald head suddenly found its way through
the roof of the coach, amidst the crash
OF small timbers and the ripping of
strong canvas. 3fA~~
Stop, you-maniacl" he roared.
| Again answered Henry Monk
i've got my orders Keep your seat
| Horace. !"
At Mud Springs, village few miles
| from Placerville, they met large dele
grtion of citizens of Plsceville, who had
come out to meet the celebrated editor,
and escort him into town. There were
military Company, brass baud, and q
six-horse wagon load Of beautiful dam
sells in milk white dresses, representing
all the States in the Union. It:was near,
lydark now, but the delegation was amply
provided with torches, and bonfres all
along the road to Placerville.
The citizens met the coach at the. out
skirts of Mud Springs, and Mr.. Monk
refined in bis foamiDg steeds.
as Mr. Greedy on bosrdY' asked the
Chairman of the com mittee. ~
He was faw miles back said Mr..
Monk, Eyes he added, looking down
through the hole the fearful joltiug had
made in the coach roof yes, I can see
himi He is theref'
Mr. Greedy, says the chairman of
the committee, presenting himself at the
window of the coach, "Mr. Greedy, sir
We are come 10 most cordially welcome
you, sir--why, Col bless me, sir, you
are bleeding at the nose l''gnbEa
s.Ive got my ordersl cried Mr.. Monk.
My orders are as follows:
"Get him there BY sewing. Stand out
of the way
But, sir" exclaimed the committee.
man, seizing the off leader by the rein
Mr.. Monk, we are to escort him into
town: Look at the procession, sir, and
brass band. and the people, and the
young women, sill"
81 We got my ordersl' SCREENED Mr..
Monk.
/ "My orders don't say nothin' about no
brass band and young women. NY or
ders says get him there by sewing Let
go them linesi clear the way therel
Whoo-epl Keep your seat HoraceI"
and the coach drshed wildly through the
procession, upsetting portion of the
brass band, and violently grazing the
wagon which contained the beautiful
young women in white.
Years hence grey haired men, who
were little boys in this procession, will
tell their grand children how this stage
tore through Mud Springs, aud how
Horace Greedy bald head ever and anon
showed itself, like wild apparition,
above the coach roof. Ee aKEEs
Mr.. Monk was on time. There is
tradition that Mr.. Greedy was very indig
nant for a while; then he laughed, and
finally presented Mr.. Monk with bran
new suit of clothes
Mr.. Monk himself is still Ii -..ae employ,
Of the California Stage Company, and
Is rattle, fond, of relating a story that
made him famous all over the Pacific
Coast. But he says be yields to no man
his admiration'for Horace Greedy.