Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-04-25

blunderin long shtock ay hers. Go ONT
yels Brazenose, whippin his sword out.
go on an take the town! An the Lord
have mercy on our sowlsp
"Thin the bhoys gave wan divastatin
howl an pranced into the dhark, feelin for
the town, an blindin an stitfin like cav
airy ridin masters whin the grass pricket.
their bare legs. hammered wild the butt
at some bamboo thing that felt wake an
the rest come an hammered contagious,
while the jingles was jingling, an feroshus
yells from inside was shplittin our ears
We was too close under the wall for thin
to hurt us.
"Evenshually, the thing, whatever ut
was, bruk, an the six an twinty av us
tumbled, wan afther the other, naked as
we was borrun, into the town Of Lung
tungpen. There was meelly av a sump-
shus kind for whole, but whether they
TUX us, all white an wet, for new breed
av divil, or u new kind av dacoit don't
know. They ran as though we was both,
an we wint into thin, buynit an butt,
shriekin wild laughin. There was torches
In the shtreets, an l saw little Orth 'ris
rubin his showlther ivry time he loosed
my long shtock Martini, an Brlzenose
walkin into the gang wild his sword, like
Diarlnid av the Golden Collar-barring he
hadn't stitch av clothin ON him. We dis
kivered elephints wild daooits under their
bellies, an what wild wan thing an anoth-
or, we was busy till mornin takin posses
sion av the town Of Lungtungpen.
"Thin we halted an formed up, the
wimmen howlin In the houses an Lift mint
Brazenose blushin pink In the light av the
mornin sun. Twas the most ondasint
p'rade liver tux HIND In. Foive an
twinty privits an an OFFICER Nv the line IN
review ordhcr, an not as much as wud
dust fife betune 'em all In the way of
clOthin! Eight av us had their belts an
pouches on, but the rest had gone In wild
handful av cartridges an the skin God
gave him. They was as nakid as Vunus.
"'Number off from the rightr sez the
lift'nint. Odd numbers fall out to dress.
Even numbers pathrol the town till re-
lieved by the dressin party" Let me tell
you, pathrollin town wild nothing on Is
an expayrience. pathrolled for tin min
utes, an begad, before twas over, Iblushed.
The women laughed so. niver blushed
before or since, but blushed all over my
carkiss thin. Orth' ris didn't pathrol. He
SEE only, 'Portsniith barrioks an the ard
av Sundayr Thin he lay down IN
rowled anyways wild laughin.
"When we was all dressed, we counted
the dead-sivinty- folve daoolts besides
wounded. We TUX five elephints, a hun
der an sivinty sniders, two hunder' dahs,
an a lot av other burglarious thruok. Not
man av US was hurt-exoept may be the
lift mint, an he from the shock to his da-
sincy.
"The headman av Lungtungpen, who
surrinder d himself, asked the interprut'r,
'Av the English fight like that wild their
clo'es off, what In the wurruld do they do
wild their clo'es on?' Orth'ris began rowl-
in his eyes an craokin his fingers an dancin
a step dance for to impress the headlnan.
He ran to his house, an we spint the rest
av the day carryin the lift mint on our
showlthers round the town, an playin wild
the Burmese babies-fat, little, brown lit
tic divils, as pretty as pictures.
"Whin / was invalided for the dysent'ry
to India, seq to the lift'nint, SOrr, sez
I, you've the makins In you av great
man, but av you'll let an ould sodger
spake, you re too fond av theourisin.' He
shuk hands wild me and sez: Hit high,
hit low, there's no plasin you, Mulvaney.
You've seen me wultzin through Lung
tungpen like Red Injun widout the war
paint an you say I'm too fond av the
ourislnf 'Sorr, seq I, for loved the
bhoy, I wud waltz wild you In that con
dishun through he'll, an so wud the rest av
the men! Thin I whit down shtralne In
the fiat an left him my blessin. May the
saints carry ut where ut shud 20, for he
was a fine upstandin young OFFICER.
"To reshume: Fwhat I've said just
shows the use av 3-year-olds. Wud SO
seasoned sodgers have taken Lungtungpen
In the dhark that wayp No! They'd know
the risk av fever an chill, let alone tho
shootin. Two hunder' might have done
ut But the 3-year-olds know little an
care less, al where there's no fear there's
no danger. Catch thin young, feed thin
high, an by the honor av that great, little
man Bobs, behind good OFFICER tisn't
only dacoits they'd smash wild their clo'es
off-'tis con-ti- Mental ar-r-r-r-mies! They
TUX Lungtungpen nakid, and they'd take
they would thatl
''Here's your pipe, SOFT! Shmoke her
tinderly wild honey dow, afther lettin the
reek av the cantean plug die away. But
It's no good, thanks to you all the same,
fllin my pouch wild your chopped bhoosa
Canteen baccy's like the army-it shpoils
q mans taste for moilder things"
So saying, Mulvaney took up his butter
fly net and returned to barracks. -Rud-
yard Kipling.