The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-03-05
"0ld Lion. The Man Who Led Three
Hundred Kentnokians At Monterey.


There were a crowd of men seated on
the steps of the custom-house yesterday,
talking about the wars of the country,
and about the time they mentioned the
battles of Buena Vista and Monterey,
an old veteran "who fit in 40" and
who had a plum-colored nose and
look about him which plainly told that
he could outlie a lightning-rod man.
got up, and, brushing the dust from the
seat of his pants, said
"Well, it kinder amuseS me, then
agin it makes me feel sad, when read
the history of the Mexican war, and
see the ALFRED lies them history fell
lows tell. They speak of the old army
officers jest as intimate like as if they'd
slept together and scratched each
others backs. I'll just be essentially
gol burned if I'd have my name stuck
in an old history, cause my comrads
who tit with me knew what did, but it
raises my dander when these here his
tory chaps cit to talking about what
was done when they wern't thar, and
you couldn't have pulled EN- thar with
yoke of Arkan,a, steers neither. Why,
at Monterey-hStory sports about
Monterey. What was Monterey?
Merely little skirmish which didn't
amount to bar-room row. recolect
Monterey Twas thar, and commanded
the Kentucky volunteers, 800 of the
brayest boys from the Bluegrass dis
trict, and they used to call me Old
Lion WhyP Not because was
drawer than any one else, but because
they loved me. Dang it, they used to
try and keep me from the front, but |
couldn't leave EN- when | knew they
were liable TO be cleaned out. NV
place was thar, and thar stayed, At
Monterey Gen. Taylor ordered us in.
Well, sir, you jest oughter seed them
boys how they lit into the grcasers and
took two forts and 5000 prisoners fore
you could wink your eye, But only
did what was their duty, What's the
use of loaing around Dragging about
what you did and trying to sneak your
name into history Dang a man. say,
who will do it. It's true got shot four
times while leading the right wing over
the parapet, but you don see me hang.
ing around asking for pension. Not
much.
The crowd gazed at him silently,
and, after reaching down for fresh
chew of tobacco he continued: II
recollect at Buena Vista sat on my
horse, with my left leg resting on the
pummel, as n pistol-wound in it had mt
healed, and Gen. Taylor was standing
by my side talking as if no fight were
going on. Confound it, his GOODNESS
under fire discounted an ice bill. A
bullet came whistIing along and struck
his horse in the shoulder, causing the
animal to rear and plunge forward with
sharp snort of pain. lack. l always
called him lack. turned to NEIL
never forgot his words---and said:
Major, those d-n greaSers are shoot
ing pretty close, and we had better get
down. AT the time was buSily engag-
ed surveying the fight through my field
glass, and lack, seeing that didn't
move, said: major, you're the most
obstinate and reckless old war-horse !
ever met but | never had time to hear
the rest, as ordered the volunteers TO
waltz into the fight When the victory
had been gained ! rode up to old Jack,
and he had one of those pleased smiles
ON his face-darncd il ever saw u man
who could throw more soul into his
smiles-and all he said was, Major, |
guess you had better wear this and he
held out a sword-the very one he wore
at Monterey Pshaw! what does them
history fellows know and the old
veteran limpod down the street with n
prouu ar OF disgust, and left tho crowd
10 wohder II they could lie that way
when they got old and had the rheu-
matism in their back. --New Orleans