Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1889-01-03

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Langford sejested that we throw up
oreastworks an let 'em attack us fust,
but we younger ones was dead agin' that.
we was afeard they'd git away f'om US,
an we jist ruled i'm right out.
"Well, hadn't ye better gin me gyard
to stay with the baggage an protect itr'
says e.
mo, We'll let it take keer of ITSELF" said
Gen. Floyd sternly; 1--WE want every man
to do his duty today"
Well, we was soon ready an Giner1
Floyd rected me to take one squad an
cross the creek an 60 down t'other side,
while him an Langford tuck the other
side.
Boys" says e, as We parted, we aire
agwine into desper't fight, an ye know
Injuns haint got no mercy. We don't
know what the odds aire, but we do know
that no true Georgian IL fail to do is
duty. Some Of us may fall, but the res
mustn't finch. Go cautiously, now, an
les steal march on the yaller devils.
Trust in God an jackson an keep yer
powder dry!"
Well, I've done heap O. tough things
In my day an time, but that was the
hardest mornin's work Of my life. Twas
young an ambitious an I'd alters been
athinkin' out how I'd ack eff l wus to
come into rale war. That sperit of mine
wus what made 'em 1ect me cap'n of mill
tia, an now that Iwus acumin' face to
face with the wild savidges my heart
swelled up so big that the collar of my
huntin' shirt was too small, an felt hot
n cold all over
Slowly an keerfully we crep' along tell
we come opposite to whar tho bend wus.
an as we had orders to run 'em out SOS
the fellers in the main body. on t'other
side, could have lick at 'em an maybe
make 'em srender, an, as Ginerl Floyd
said, save ourselves waste O human
blood"
Wen we got to that pint I tole the boys
to sorter siperate an keep sharp look
out, an wen the frin' got hot to take to
the logs an trees, like Id hearn Ginerl
Floyd say he alters done
l crep along up lords the bend tell all
of sudden spied the gyard Thar he
sot on the bank, an l couldn't see is hans
fur the bushes, SOS to tell whuther he had
O gun or bow n arrer, but jest knowed
he had gun.
Thinkin' O the gun made me think Of
my own. an. by the Blue Jehosaphat! /
jest turned pale w'n thought bout hav-
in loaded it with small shot for cat
squir is the day afore we started on the
march an in the excitement I'd fo'got to
fire it off an load it with ball. Well,
was in predickyment. l did'n' know
whether to retreat or not, but, at last,
decided to call up the highest men, pint
out the savidges-I could see half q
hoo6c-on' Lott fal1 20
man. an I'd take the gyard. Then I'd
call on i'm to srender, n eff e didn't I'd
resk squirrel shot an jest cause.
Beckenin' to tother fellers, got 'em all
up close to me whar they could see the
gvard, an then tole 'em to single out
their men, but to leave the gyaro for me.
Then spoke out loud an says, I'm the
name of the state of Georgy call on you
to s'renderi"
All of US lay low, fur we 'spected vol
ley in ans'r, but tn warn t no sich a thing.
The Injun did'n' s'much as move.
Then says l: Make ready, boys, n
wen gin ye the word, fer" Ali of us
got ready. an drawed dead bead on
the breast of the gyard, an said: Fire"
Popl popl popl she-e- e-bangl went the
guns. my old gun hangin fer, an afore
yell went up f'om the bushes at ever I
hearn in all my life.
'0l Master, Goder'mighty! Helpl The
Injunsl the InjunsP and ole Sawnie went
tearin' though them bushes like tn old
boy 'mself was closte ater i'm.
Then we hearn yell on t'other side,
an we could hear Generl Floyd a laughin'
an cussin' cross the creek, an never.
in all my borned days, felt as mean.
Ye see, that cussed old nigger d come
down to the creek to ketch catfish, an d
drapped off to sleep, wen John diskivered
i'm, an thar he sot with whole passel
Of cypress knees stickin' up aroun' i'm,
an hit was jest as good picter of Injuns
as ye could drawed.
But l tell ye, bum't the old scoun-
drel's belly with them squirt shot wen I
fered. an he jest thought the whole
Creek Nation wus a'ter i'm, an hit wus
the only time that he wus known to
break is gait in twenty year.
Ginerl Floyd said orter be permoted,
ef twan't fur nuthin' but skeerin' some
life into the cyarkiss Of that old niger.
But Bigjawed John had to leave the milish
beca's the boys deviledhacked i'm SO
bout cypers knees an wild Injuns.-
Montgomery M. Folsom in Atlanta Con-
shtution.