The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1866-04-11

get there by seven if we don't-ont go so
fast ?"
"Fve got my orders"
That was all Henry Monk said and
on tore the coach.
1t was becoming serious. Already the
journalist was severely sore from the ter
rible jolting, and again his head might
have been seen at the window.
"Sir," he said 81 don't care-air, if
you don't get there at seven !"
GIVE got my orders ~
Fresh horses Forward again, faster
than before. Over rocks and stumps, on
one of which the coach narrowly escaped
! turning a summerset
"Scc here" shrieked Mr. Greeley, 81
don't care il we don't get there at all !"
GIVE got my orders 1 work for the
California Stage Company, do. That's
what | work for. They said get this
man through by sewing and this mans
goin through. You bet! You bet!
Gerlong! Whooep!"
another frightful jolt, and Mr.. Greel-
ey's head suddenly found its way through
the roof the coach, amidst the crash Of
small tlmbcrs aud the ripping of strong
canvas.
"Stop, you--maniac " he roared
Give got my orders, Keep your se'a'
Horace r'
AT Mudd Springs, village few mile;
from Placervlle, they met large delega-
rion of the citizens of Placervule, who had
come on to meet the celebrated editor tC
escort him to town. There was a milt-
ary company, a brass band, a six-horst
wagon load of beautiful damsels in milk
white dresses, representing all the State
in the Union. 1t was nearly dark now
but the delegation were amply provided
with torches, and boniires all along the
road to Pacerville.
The citizens met the coach in the out
skirts of Mudd Springs, and Mr. Monk
reined in his foaming steeds.
Is Mr., Greeley on board 2 asked The
chairman of the committee.
lie was IA few miles back = said Mr.
Monk. yes lie added, looking dowi
through the hole which the fearful joltin,
had made in the coach roof yes, cal
see him He is there J!
Mr.. Greeley, said the chairman o
the committee, presenting himself at TIN
window of the coach, Mr.. Greeley, sir
We have come to most cordially welcome
you-why, God bless lie sir, you ar
bleeding at the nose
'Ive got my orders, cried Mr. Monk
My orders is as tollers: Git him ther
by sewing 1t wants "A quarter OF sewing
Stand out of the way
But, sir, exclaimed the committee
man, sczing the Off leader by the reins
Mr.. Monk, we are come to escort him t
town. Look at the procession, sir, AN
the brass band, and the people, and III
young women, sir Z
I've got my orders, screamed Mr.
Monk My orders don't say nothm
about brass band and young women. Nj
orders say, Git him there by sewing Lc
90 III m lines. Clear The way there
Whoo-ep. Keep your seat, Horace AM
the coach dashed away wildly lhroug
the procession, upsettlng portion OF til
brass band, and Violently grain. the way
on containing the beautiful young womeI
in white.
Years hence, gray haired men, VIII
were little boys in this procession, vii
tell their grandchildren how this stag
tore through Mud Springs, and hov
Horace Greeleys bald head ever AM
anon showed itself, like wild apparition
above the coach roof.
Mr.. Monk was ON time. There is
tradition that Mr.. Greeley was indignan
for a while, then he laughed, finally pre-
senting Mr.. Monk with bran new sui
of clothes. Mr.. Monk himself is still il
the employ of the California Stage Com
pany, and is rather fond of relating
story that has ma lie him famous all ove
the Pacific coast. But he says he yield
to no man in his admiration for Horac
Greeley.