The Leavenworth weekly times. [volume] (Leavenworth, Kan.) 1870-1880, 1878-04-11
RIVERS OF GOaH.

Upon a memorable, historic occasion, We
are told, The King OF France. with forty
thousand men, Marched up the hill, and
then Marched down again" but what was
there in all this. of glory, OF proves, OF
military genius,-what was there Of any OF
these things or sundry other things, to COM
pare with the brilliant campaign which
has just been made by the invincible armies
OF our Governor, against that obstreporous
engineer on the Santa Fe Railroad? Alas,
nothing History repeats herself, and dou-
bles on it; she sees what she did in France,
and goes it several better in Kansas. There
was an engineer, once on a time, who was
hoisted by his own petard, but this
revolutionary engineer was 'histed" by the
Governors guard-defeated, dispersed, con-
quered, vanquished, captured, corral!ed,
and teetotally cleaned out. This was owing
to the fact that by making forced march
on Sunday night, the guards took the engi-
neer BY surprise, struck him between his
two wings, as it were, and divided him il he
had known they were coming, and had concen-
trated himself we think he would have licked
them. But he didn't know it-and thus
We are furnished with another painful il
lustration OF the ills that are liable TO over
take man because Of the lamentable fact
that his foresight il never As good As his
hindsight. But it, useless now to talk
about what might have been; the war Is
over and victory perches upon the banners
OF the Governor. We are sorry for the en-
gineer, but it served him right; he had no
business to be an engineer, and laborlng
man in state whose Governor considers
"all kinds Of labor degrading
The war is over, and the veteran vic
tors of the campaign are coming hoBe in
triumph TO the several bosoms of their anx-
ious families, and where blood was wont TO
flow, beer will much more abundantly gush
| forth, and "We'll all drink stone blind, When
Johnny comes marching home" Yet in the
midst of our revelries well not forget the
awful moment of their departure: Twas
on Sunday. One OF the most beautiful
DAYS that had ever beamed in this latitude
OF perfect weather was Just drawing to n
Close; the April sun had just sunk silently
TO rest behind the western hills as is his
custom at this season of the year; the holy
calm of a peaceful Sabbath evening
had settled down upon the city,
and all the people had settled
down in their several churches, as they usu-
ally do, and were just in the midst OF their
evening prayers, when, upon the sacred
quiet OF the sane tuary, burst in the hoarse
notes OF war, the voices of the captains and
the shouting, calling Che people to arms.
The shrill squeak of the fife blended with
the anthems of the choir. and the roll OF
the war-drum drowned the parsons words
of peace. There was hurrying in hot haste,
there was sound of reveiry at the depot
and around the saloons, and the small boy
turned out en- nlasse, and then the troops
brave, gallant men, who appreciated the
dangers before them, but who marched
forth with courage undaunted and with a
fixed determination to face death as brave
ly as they had ever faced barkeeper-
Theirs not to reason why
Theirs but TO do and die"
That's the way the war commenced, and
is it any wonder that veterans who went
forth under such circumstances and with
blood in every eve, should have scooped
that engineer as soon as they found him
We guess not