Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1878-05-17
TAKING IT COOLLY.

nary cOOlQ6SS Tie ullOSb VI CdllSGI anu
otherwise that have been recorded are
here offered to our readers, together with
some amusing sayings and doings. When
gallant Ponsonby lay grievously wound
ed on the field of Waterloo, he forgot
his own plight while watching an en-
counter betT cen a couple of French Ian
GERS and one of his own men, cut off
from his troops. As the Frenchmen came
down upon Murphy, he, using his sword
as if it were a shillelagh, knocked their
lances alternately aside again and again.
Then suddenly setting spurs to his horse,
he galloped off at full speed, his eager
foes following in hot pursuit, but not quite
neck and neck. Wheeling around at ex-
actly the right moment the lrishman,
rushing at the foremost fellow, parried
his lance and struck him down. The
second, pressing on to aVenge his COM
rade, was cut through diagonally by
Murphys sword, falling to the earth
without a groan; while the victor,
scarcely glancing at his handiwork,
trotted of, whistling "The Grinder"
Towards the close of the battle of
Inkermann, Lord Raglan, returning
from taking leave of General Strangways,
met a sergeant 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, placed it carefully
on his head and made the salute, not q
muSch of his countenance moving the
while. ga neat thing that, my man "
said Lord Raglan. "Yes, my lord" re-
turned the sergeant with another salute,
"but miss is as good as mile" The
commander was probably not surprised
by such an exhibition of GOODNESS, being
himself good that way. He was badly
hurt at Waterloo, and says the Prince of
Orange, who was IN the hospital, 81 was
not conscious of the presence of Lord
Fitzroy Somerset until heard him call
out, in his ordinary tone, 'Hollo! Don't
carry that arm away until l have re-
moved my ringp Neither wound nor
operation had extorted a groan from
his lips"
The Indian prides himself upon taking
good or Ill in the quietest of ways, and
from tale told in Mr.. MarshalPs "Cana-
dian Dominion" his civilized half-broth-
er 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 a horse, and con-
demned to pay the animals value by in
stallments at one of the company's forts.
On paving the last installment he re-
ceived his quittance from the man who
had brought him to justice, and left the
Office. A few moments later the Sioux
returned, advanced on his noiseless moe
easions within a pace of the writing
table, and leveled his musket full at the
halfbreed's head. Just as the trigger
was pulled, the Metis raised the hand
with which he was writing and lightly
touched the muzele of the gun; the shot
passed over his head, but his hair was
singed off in broad mass. The smoke
clearing away, the Indian was amazed to
see that his enemy still lived. The other
looked him full in the eyes for an in
slant, and quietly resumed his writing.
The Indian silently departed unpursued,
those who would have gwen chase, being
stopped by the half-breed with, "Go
back to your dinner, and leave the affair
to me-"
When evening came, few whites,
curious to see how the matter would end,
accompanied the Metis to the Sioux en-
campment At a certain distance he
wall, anu dONduCSu dIOuS 10
the Indian tents. Before one of these
sat crouched the baffled savage, singing
his own death-hymn to the tom-ton. He
complained that he must now say good
bye to wife and child, to the sunlight, to
his gun and the chase. He told his
friends in the spirit-land to expect him
that night, when he would bring them
all the news of their tribe. He swung
L. I 4 -
chanted his strange song, but never once
glanced up - not even when his foe
spurned him with his foot. He only
sang on and awaited his fate. Then the
half-breed bent his head and spat down
on the crouching Sioux and turned leis- |
urely away-a crueller revenge than if
he had shot him dead.
1t Is not given to every one to play the |
philosopher, and accept fortunes bullets |
and tavors with equal placidity. Hora-
tions are scarce. But there are plenty |
OF people capable of behaving like Spar |
tans where the trouble does not touch |
their individuality, "HoW can l Get out |
of this" inquired an Englishman, up to |
his armplts In Scotch bog, of a passer- |
by. a dinno think We can get ont of |
it, was the response Of the Highlander.
as he went on his way.
Here is hint for our old friend the
clown in the pantomime. At the burn |
ing of a provision store, the crowd |
helped themselves freely. One man |
graspeda huge cheese as his share of the |
salvage rising up with it be found him
self face to face with a policeman, and |
with admirable presence of mind put |
the plumber into the officers arms, say
ing, "You had better take care of that,
policeman, or some one will be walking |
off with it."
Equally ready to relinquish his Dot |
r %hen there was no help for it was a |
Chlcago negro, caught by poultry fam
Ger IN the act of carrying off some OF his
hVe stock, challenged with: "What are
you doing with my chickensPo GI wuz
gwlne fer ter fetch 'em back. boss ex-
planned he. "Dere's a niger roun' here
what's bin disputin' along er me bout
dem chickens. said dey wuz Coacbin,
Chyniz an he said dey was AIabarrnar
pullets, an was jes takin' 'em roun' fer
ter stablish my nollidge. Dey don't Law
no aigs, does dey, boss? Eff dew does
Pm mighty shamed of hustlfn' ;em
roun'. Aigs is scase."