The Ebensburg Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1865-1871, 1866-03-15
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0""N htuSs VIC dI iaceTFllle at O'Clock
tonight ?''
I've got my orders !" laconically re-
piled Henry Monk.
Still the coach dragged slowly and
sleepily forward.
"Sir,'' said Mr.. Greely, "this is not a
trltiing matter. [ must be there at ~
Again came the answer-'I'ye cot nv
orders ~
But the speed was not increased. and
Mr.. Greely chafed away another hopr.
when, as he was about to demonstrate once
more with the driver, the horses suddenly
started into furious run, and all sorts Of
encouraging yells filed the air from the
throat of Henry Monk.
''That is right, my good fellow 70 cried
Mr.. Greeiy; 'I'll give you ten dollars
when we get to Plaeervile. Nov we are
going p
They were, indeed, going at terrible
speed al-y - ,-o -,
Crack crack went the whip, and again
that voice split the air with 'Git up hi
VI! g'lang yip-yip?'
And on they tore, over stones and ruts,
uF hill and down, at speed never before
achieved by stage-horses. 800
Mr. Greely, who had been bouncino
from one end Of the coach to the other
like an India-rubber ball, managed to GET
his head out of the window, and said
"Do-on't-on't you-u-u thirk-k
we shall get there by if We do-on't 90
so fast 2" ~ o,
"I've got my orders?' That was all
Heny Monk said. And on, ever on, tore
the coach.
1t was becoming serious. Already the
journalist was extremely sore from the
terrible jolting, and again his head might
have been seen at the window
Sir he said, 81 don't care-care-
sir, if we don't get there at Z.
81 have got NY orders ~ l5iea-
Fresh horses. Forward again, faster
than before. Over rocks and stumps.
regardless Of anything and everything.
"See here !" shrieked BIr. Greely: az
don't care if we don't get there at ailn'
'1've got my orders F'-this is what
Henry Monk said II work for the CAL
iforney Stage Company, [ do. That's
wot | work tor. They said, get this man
through by sewing And this mans go
in through. You bet! Ger-long-hi-
whoop !"
Another frightful jolt, and Mr.. Gree
| ly's bald head suddenly found its way
| through the roof OF the coach, amidst the
crash Of small tlmbers and the ripping of
strong canvas.
''Stop, you maniac ~ he roared.
Again answered Henry Monk,
"IVe got my orders ! Keep yoar sea-,
Horace %
st Mud Springs, village a few miles
from Plecerville, they met large dele
CATION of the citizens of Placeryille, who
had come out to meet the celebrated
editor, and escort him to town There
was a military company, brass band, and
six-horse wagon load of beautiful dam
sells, In milk-mhite dresses, representing
all the States in the Union. 1t was near
iy dark rOw, but the delegation wero
amply provided with torches, and bonfres
blazed all along the road to Placergille.
! The citizens met the coach in the out
skirts of Mud Springs, where Mr. Monk
relned IN his foam-c0vered steeds.
sis Mr. Greely on board 2" asked the
chairman of the committee.
''He tcaS. a for mules back :" replied the
Monk. eyes," he added, after looking
down through the hole which the fearful
jolting had made in the coach roof eyes,
| can see him. He is there %
"Mr. Greely," said the chairman of the
committee, presenting himself at the win
dow of the coach; ; "Mr. Greedy, sir, we
are come to most cordially welcome you,
sir--why, God bless me, sir, you are
b!eeciug at the nose p
Eve got my orders % broke in Mr..
Monk. My orders Is as follows: sGit
him there by sewing 1t wants quarter
OF sewing Stand out of the way p
"But, sir" exclaimed the committee
man, seizing the offleader by the reins,
Mr.. Monk, we are come to escort him
iuto town. Look at the procession, sir.
aud the brass band, and the people, and
the young women, sir"
"I'Ue got nay orders Z" screamed Henry
Monk. My orders don't say nothin'
about no brass band and young winmen.
My orders say, Git him there by sewing !.
Let go them lines Clear the way there :
Keep your seat, Horace ~ And the
coach dashed wildly through the process
sion, upsetting portion Of the brass band
and violently grazing the wagon which
contained the women in white
Years hence, gray-haired men Whc were
htlie poSS III tilS procession Will tell their
grandchildren how the stage tore thro'
Mud Springs and along the road, and how
Horace Greeley's bald head ever and
anon showed itself, like wild apparition,
above the coach-root.
Mr.. Monk was on time. There is a
tradition that Dir. Greedy was very ind:g-
nant for awhile; then he laughed, and
finally presented Mr.. Monk with bran
new suit of clothes.