The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1866-02-08
VOLUME NUMBER "a.


than before. Over rocks and stumps, on
one of which the coach narrowly escaped
turning somer-sault.
aSee here!n shrieked Mr. Greely, G I
don't care if we. don't there at all u
I've got my orders! Iwork for the
Californy Stage Company, I do. That's
what I work for. They said, get this
man through by sewing an this mans
goin' through. You bet! Gerlongl
Whooep!"
Another frightfal jerk, and MIR. Greelys
bald head suddenly found its way through
the roof of the coach amidst the crash of
small timbers and the ripping Of strong
canvas.
"Stop, you maniac I" he roared
Again answered Henry Monk I've
got my orders! Keep your seat, Horace
At Mud Springs, q village few miles
from Placerville, they met large delega-
ton of the citizens of Placeryille, who
had come out te meet the celebrated edi-
tor, and escort him to town. There was
a military company, q brass band, and
six horse wagon load of beautiful girls in
milk white dresses, representing all the
States in the Union. It.was nearly dark
now, but the delegation was amply pro-
vided with torches, and bonfres blazed
all along the road to Placerville.
The citizens met the coach in the OUT
skirts of Mud Springs, and Mr.. Monk
reined in his foam-eovered steedss
aIs Mr.. Greely on board?" asked the
chairman OF the committee. -
che was few miles back said Mr..
Monk. eyes" he addeds after looking
down through the hole which the fearful
jolting and the head of Mr.. G. had made
in the coach roof, eyes, can see him
He is there"
aMr. Greely," said the chairman Of the
committee, presenting himself at the
window of the coach, Mr.. Greely, We
have come most cordially to welcome you,.
sir-why, God bless me-. sir you are bleed
ing at the nose"
GIVE got my orders, cried Mr. Monk.
aMy orders is as follors Git him.
there by sewing, 1t was quarter Of
sewing. Stand out of the way"
@But, sir" exclaimed the COMMITTEES
man, seizing the off leader by the reins,s
aMr. Monk, we are come to escort him
iuto town. Look at the procession, Sir,
and at the brass band, and the people and
tho young women, sir"
apve got my ordersi" screamed MI ]
Monk. My orders don't say nothin' about
no brass bands and young women. My
orders says git him there by sewing Let
90 the lines! Clear the way there
Whoo-cp! Keep your seat Horace =
And the coach dashed wildly through the
procession, upsctting a portion of tho
brass band and violently grazing the
wagon which contained the beauthui
young women in white.
Years hence grcy haired men. who were
little boys in this procession, will tell
their grandchildren how this stage tore
through Mud Springs, and how Horace
Greely's bald head ever and anon showed
itself like wild apparition, above tho
coach roof.
Mr.. Monk was on t.mo qho.e i q
tradition that Mr.. Greedy was ve j icdig-
ant for while; then he laa.:bodl and
finally presented Mr. Monk with q bran
new suit Of clothes.
| Mr.. Monk himself is still in tho employ OF
the California Stage Company, and is
rather fond of relating a story that has
made him famous all over the. Pacific
coast, but he says he yields to no man in
his admiration for Horace Greely.
! JEFF. .DAvIs-STRANoE RUMoRs--WHAT
He SAYS AND DoEs.-The rumors OF the
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