The Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1895-1897, 1896-02-05

an she'll kick my heart siok wild that
blunderin long shtook, nv hors.' go onl'
yells Brazenose, whippin his sword out.
go on an take the town. An the Lord
hayo mercy on our sowlsl'
"Thln the bhoys gave wan divastatin
howl an prancod into tho dhark, foelin for
tho town, an blindin an stiilln like cav
airy ridin masters whin the grass priokod
their bnro legs. / hammered wild tho butt
at some bamboo thing that felt wake, an
the rest come an hammered contagious,
while tho jingles was jingling, an feroshus
yells from inside was shplittin our cars.
Wo was too close under tho wall for thin
to hurt us.
"Evenshually, the thing, whatever ut
was, bruk, un tho six an twinty av us
tumbled, wan afther tho other, nakod rs
we was borrun, into the town of Lung
tungpen. Thore was n moelly nv q sump-
shus kind for u whole, but whether thoy
TUX us, oil white IN wet, for n now breed
av divil, or q now kind nv dacoit, don't
know. They ran as though we was both,
an we whit into thin, baynit ON butt,
shriekin wild laughin. There was torches
in the shtreots, an I saw little Orth'ris
rubin his showlther ivry time no loosed
Imy long shtook Martini, On Brazenoso
walkin into tho gang wild his sword, like
hadn't stitch NV olothin on him. We dis
kivered olephints wild dacoits under their
bellies, an what wild wan thing nm anoth-
or, we was busy till mornfn takln posses
| sion av tho town of Lungtungpen.
"Thin we halted an formed up, the
| wimmen howlin in tho houses an Lift'nint
| Brnzenose blushin pink in tho light av tho
| mornin sun. Twas tho most ondasint
| p'rado I ivor TUX hand in. Foive an
| twinty privits an On OFFICER av tho line In
| review orlhcr, an not as much as wud
| dust n flfo betune 'em oil In the way Of
| clothin! Eight av us Ind their bolts Nh
pouches on, but the rest had gone in wild
q handful nv cartridges an the skin God
| gavo him. They was as nakid rs Vanus.
Number of from tho right! sez tho
| ift'nint. odd numbers fall out to dress.
Even numbers pathrol tho town till re-
| loved by the dressin party" Lot mo toll
| you, pathrollin town wild nothing on Is
ON expayrienco. pathrolled for tin min
utes, On begad before twas over, blushcd.
| The women laughed SO. niyor blushed
before or since, but blushcd all over my
carkiss thin. Orth'ris didn't pathrol. Ho
sez only, 'Portsmith barricks an tho 'ard
| Nv Sundayp Thin no lay down an
rowled anyways wild lnughin.
"Whon wo was all dressed, we counted
tho dead-sivinty-foiv dacoits besides
wounded. We TUX five elephints, a hun
der on sivinty sniders, two hunder' dahs,
an lot nv other burglarious thruok. Not
n man nv us wns hurt-except may be the
lift'nint an no from the shock to his do
sinoy.
"The headman av Lungtungpen, who
surrinder'd himself, asked the interprut'r,
'Av tho English fight like that wild their
clo'es off, what in the wurruld do they do
fhat,, ~ nrfh III.
in his eyes an craokin his fingers an danoin
n step dance for to impress tho headman.
He ron to his house, IN We spint the rest
av the day carryin the lift mint on our
showlthers round tho town, on playin wild
the Burmese babies-fnt, little, brown lit
Ito divils, as pretty as pictures
"Whin was invalided for the dysent'ry
| to India, SEE to tho lift mint, 'Sorr,' SCI
| I, you've tho makins In you nv q great
man, but av you'll let on ould sodgor
| spake, you're too fond nv theourisin. He
shuk hands wild me and sez: Hit high,
hit low, thore's no plasin you, Muivaney.
You've seen mo wnltzin through Lung
tungpen like Red Injun widout the war
paint, an you say I'm too fond av the
ourisinT Sorr, sez I, for I loved the
bhoy, I wud waltz wild you in that con.
dishun through hell, ON SO wud the rest nv
the men! Thin 1 whit down shtramo in
the Hat an left him my blessin. May tho
saints carry ut where ut shud go, for he
was fino upstandin young OFFICER.
ITO reshumo: Fwhat I've said just
shows tho uso nv 3-year-olds. Wud 80
seasoned sodgers have taken Lungtungpen
in the dhark that wny9 No! They'd know
tho risk nv fever an chill, let alone the
shootin. Two hunder' might hayo done
| ut. But the 3-ycar-olds know little an
caro- less, an where there's no fear there's
| no danger. Catch thin young, food thin
high, an by tho honor av that great. little
| man Bobs, behind good OFFICER tisn't
only dacots they'd smash wild their clio es
off-'tis continental ar-r-r-r-mios! They
| TUX Lungtungpen nakid, and they'd take
st. Petersburg in their drawers! Begad,
thoy would that!
"Hero's your pipe, sorr! Shmoke hor
tindcrly wild honey dew, afthcr lcttin tho
reok av the cantoen plug do away. But
tits no good, thanks to you oil the Same,
| hllin my pouch wild your chopped bhoosa.
Canteen baccy's like the army-it shpoils
mans taste for moildcr things"
| So saying Mulvaney took up his butter
| fly net and returned to barracks -Rud-
yard Kipling
David Livingstone and His FAMILY.