Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1878-03-07
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Wood Saving.
Our Selected StOzu.
TAKING IT C00LLY.

1
ry GOODNESS in the midst Of danger and
otherwise that have been recorded are here
offered to our readers, together with some
amusing sayings and doings. When gal
liant Ponsby lay grievously wounded on
the field of Waterloo he forgot his own
desperate plight while watching an en-
counter between couple of French Ian
GERS and one of his own men, cut off from
his troop. As the Frenchmen came down
upon Murphy. he, using his sword as if it
were shilleiach. knocked their lanccs al
ternately aside again and again. Then
suddenly setting spurs to his horse, he gal
loped offat full speed, his cagerfoes follow
ing in hot pursuit, but not quite neck and
neck. Wheeling round at exactly the
right moment the Irishman, rushing at the
foremost fellow. parried his lance and
struck him down. The second, pressing
on to avenge his comrade. was cut through
diagonally by Murphy's sword, failing to
the earth without 4 cry or groan, while
the victor, scarcely glancing at his handi-
work, trotted off whistling The Grind
er."
Ponsby's brave cavalry-man knew how to
take things coolly, which, according to
Col. r. z. Anderson, is the special virtue
of tile British man-ot-war, who, having
the utmost reliance in himself and his
commanders, is neither easily over-excited
nor readily alarmed. In support ofhis as
sertion the Colonel relates how two tars,
strolling up from the Dill Kusha Park,
where Lord Clyde's Army was stationed,
toward the Residency position at Luck
now, directed their steps by the pickets of
horse and foot. Suddenly. a twenty-four
pound shot struck the road just in front of
them. 'I'm blessed. Bill" said one OF the
tars, IF this here channel is properly
buoyed!" and on the happy-go-lucky pair
went toward the Residency, as calmly as
il they had been on Portsmouth Hard.
During the same siege a very young pri-
vate of the One Hundred and Second was
on sentry, when an eight-inch shell,
fired from gun hundred yards of, burst
close to him, making deal of noise and
throwing up an immense quantity ofearth.
Col. Anderson rushed to the spot. The
youthful soldier was standing quietly at
his post, close to where the shell had just
exploded. Being asked what had hap
pened, he replied unconcernedly, II think
shell has busted, SIR" s
Toward the close of the fight of Inker-
mann, Lord Raglan, returning from TAX
ing leave of Gen. Strangways, met Ser
geant, carrying water for the wounded.
The Sergeant drew himself up to salute,
when round shot came bounding over
the hill, and knocked his forage cap out of
his hand. The man picked it up, busted it
on his knee, placed it carefully on his head
and made the salute, not a muscle of his
countenance moving the while. "A neat
thing tfat my man!'' said Lord Raglan.
"Yes, fhy Lord" returned the Sergeant,
witbanother salute, ''but miss is as good
q mile" The commander was proba-
bly, not surprised by such an exhibition Of.
sangfroid, being himself good that way.
He was badly hurt at Waterloo, and, says
the Prince of Orange, who was in the hQH
pital, II was not conscious of the presence
of Lord Fitzroy Somerset until [ heard
him cry out, in his ordinary tone, 'Hollo
Don't carry that arm away till have TAX
en- of my ring!' Neither wound nor oper-
aticn had extorted groan from his lips.
The Indian prides himself upon taking
good or i'll in the quietest Of ways, and
from tale told in Mr.. Marshall's ''Cana-
dian Dominion" his civilized half-brother
would seem to be equally Unconditional.
Thanks mainly to certain Metis or half
breed in the service of the Hudson Bay
Company, a Sioux warrior was found
guilty of stealing horse, and condemned
to pay the animals value by installments
at one of the company's forts. On paying
the last installment he received his quit
lance from the man who had brought him
to justice, and left the office. A few
moments later the Sioux returned, adj
vanced on his noiseless moccasins within q
pace of the writing table, and leveled his
musket full ut the halfbreed's head. just
rs the trigger was pulled the Metis raised
the hand with which he was writing and
touched lightly the muzzle Of the gun; the
shot passed over his head, but his hair was
sinQed oKin . broad mass. The smoke
e~ay, the Indian was amazed to