The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1890-09-06

pecially when all the good fellows Oh tno
regiment are his friends, as they are
mine, think, in the Ritiers.
"Ah, Hayne, it is hard thing to teach
n voungster that-that there are meh
who find it very easy to make their Ju-
niors' lives burden to them, and with"
out overstepping a regulation IL 10
harder yet to say that trlends In 'he
army are good deal like friends out Oh
tone only has to get into serious
trouble to find how few they are.
God grant you may never have to learn
il. NV boy, as many another has had TO,
bv sharp experience! Now we must get
q rood nights rest. You sleep like log,
see. and can only take cat maps. Com
found this money! How wish could
get rid of itv'
"Where do you keep it tonight
"Right here in my saddlebags under
nv head. Nobody can touch them that
I do not wake; aud my revolver is here
under the blanket. Hold on! Lots take
look and see if everything is all right"
He holds little camp lantern over the
bags, opens the flap, and peers in. "4es,
all serene. got big hunk of green
sealing wax from the paymaster and
sealed it all up in one package with the
memorandum list inside. It's all safe so
far, even to the hunk of sealing wax.
What is it, sergeant?
A tall. soldierly, dark eyed trooper ap-
pears at the doorway of the little tent,
and raises his gauntleted hand in salute.
His language, though couched in the
phraseology of the soldier, tells both IN
choice of words and in the information of
every phrase that he is a man whose an
tecedents have been far different from
those of the majority of the rank and
file:
"Will the captain permit me to take
my horse and those of three or four more
men outside the corral? Sergt. Clancy
says he has no authority to allow it. We
have found patch of excellent grass,
sir, and there is hardly any left inside.
will sleep by my picket pin, and one of
us will keep awake all the time, if the
captain will permit"
"How far away is it, sergeantT
mot seventy-five yards, sir-close to
the river bank east of u.s."
VERY well. Send Sergt. Clancy here,
and I'll give the necessary orders"
The soldier quietly salutes, and disap-
pears in the gathering darkness.
THAT'S what like about that man
Cover" says the captain, after mo-
ments silence. HE is always looking
out for his horse. If he were not such
gambler and rake he would make q
splendid first sergeant. Fine looking fell
low, isn't hep
Eyes, sir. That is face that one
couldn't well forget. Who was the other
sergeant you overhauled for getting
feeced by those sharps at the cauton-
ment?"
CLANCY? He's ON guard tonight. A
very different character"
81 don't know him by sight as yet.
Well, goodnight, sir. I'll take myself
off and go to my own tent"
Daybreak again, and far TO the east
the sky is all ablaze. The mist is creep
ing from the silent shadows under the
banks, but all is life and vim along the
shore. With cracking whip tucril
trace. sonorous blasphemy, an ID rin3;,
0 0, 'ne iong uan rs whis Ring ahes
Aiinost as the run. An 10 pthrill Wi
and bearded fad ,es have
strange, set look about the( laws ar
eyes CLEAN with eager lighp. + and NO
searchingly from every rise far over
VIC 'ou'neuS'' "nere stanus y tumbliI
"0p p ni'' asAinst Inc hg4=tening SIX
W 'nere' are 1eyf say rs a bur
p' u:Uuna.g nastiy to tighte
~ ,ne III Ii'h OF ms We1 Their beate
% .a we 'ah MAKE y qt lick enough
wagons" And, swinging into saIdl
again, he goes cantering dow n tho sIon,
his charger snorting with exiN- ;lorat;on !;
the keen morning air.
Before dawn a courier III No o,o,,o,o