The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1866-02-21

fling matter. I must be there at seVen!'
Again come the answer, "Tve got my or
derS!"
But the speed was not increased, and Mr..
Greely chafed away another half hour, when,
as he was again about to demonstrate with the
driver, the horses started into furious run,
and all sorts of encouraging yclls filled the air
from the throat of Henry Monk.
THAT is right, my good fellow" cried Mr..
Greedy. "I'll give you ten dollars when you
get to Placerville. Now we are going!"
They were indeed at terrible speed.
Crack, crack went the whip, and again
that voice split the air. "Git up! Hi! vi!
GIong! Yip-yip!"
And on they tore over stones and ruts, up
hill and down, at rate Of speed never before
achieved by stage horses.
Mr.. Greedy, who had been bouncing from
one end of the coach to the other like an In
dia rubber ball, managed to get his head out
of the window, when he said:
'.Do-n't-on't you-u-u think we-e-e shall get
there by seven if we do-on't-on't-on't go 50
fast?"
'I've got my orders!" That was all Henry
Monk said. And on tore the coach.
1t was becoming serious. Already the
journalist was extremely sore from the terri
ble jolting, and again his head "might have
been seen" at the window.
"Sir," he said; II don't care-if We 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
somer-sault.
"See here!" shrieked Mr.. Greedy, II don't
care if we don't get there at all !"
"I've got my orders! | work for the Cali.
forny Stage Company, l do. That's what |
work for. They said, get this man through
by 'Seving,' an this mans goln' through. You
bet! Gerlong! Whooep!"
Another frightful jerk, and Mr.. Greelys
bald head suddenly found its way through the
r;of Of the coach amidst the crash of small
titnbers and the ripping of strong canvas.
Stop, you maniac!" he roared.
Again answered Henry Monk. 'T've got
my orders! Keep your scat, Horace!"
At Mud Spring, village few miles from
PlaccrvilIe, they met large delegation of the
citizeus of Placerville, who had come out to
meet the celebrated editor, and escort him to
town. Thcre was military company, a brass
band, and six horse wagon load Gf beautiful
girls in milk white dresses representing all the
States in the Union. 1t was nearly dark now,
bnt the delegation was amply provided with
torches, and bonhres blazed all along the road
to %lacerville.
The citizens met the coach in the outskirts
Of Mud Springs, and Mr.. Monk reined in his
foam covered StecdS.
''IS Mr. Greedy on board?" asked the chair
man Of the committee.
''Ile was a few miles back" said Mr.. Monk.
"Yes," he added, 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.-lIe is there
Mr.. Greedy" said the chairman of the COM
mittcc, presenting himself at the window of
the coach, "Mr Greedy, We have come most
cordially to welcome you, sir-why, God bless
me, sir you are bleeding at the nose"
give got my orders" cried Mr.. Monk.
''My orders is as folIers: 'Git him there by
sewing" 1t was quarter of sewing. Stand
out Of the way"
'Dut sir" exclaimed the committeeman,
scizlng the off leader by the reins, 'Mr. Monk,
we are come to escort him into town. Look
at the procession, sir, and at the brass band,
and the people and the young women, sir
''I've got my orders!" screamed Mr.. Monk.
Ny orders don't say nothin' about no brass
bands and young women. Ny orders says
git him there by sewing! Let go the lines!
Clear the way there.-Whoo-ep Keep your
seat Horace And the coach dashed 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
grandchildren how this stage tore through
Mud Springs, and how Horace Greely's bald
head ever and anon showed itself like wild
appariticn, above the coach roof.
Mr.. Monk was on time. There is a tCadI'
ton that Mr. Grcely was very indignant for
while; then he laughed, and finally presented
Mr.. Monk with bran new suit Of clothes.
Mr.. Monk himself is still in the employ o
the California Stage Company, and is rather
fond of relating story that has made him ia
nous all over the Pacific coast but he says
he yields to no man in his admiration for Hor
ace GreelV