The herald., 1896-03-05

tho rest come an hammered contagious,
while the jinglcs was jingling, IN feroshus
yells from inside was shplittin our ears
Wo 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 q sump-
shus kind for whole, but whether they
TUX us, all white an wet, for new breed
nv divil, or new kind av dacoit, don t
know. They ran as though we was both,
an we wint into thin, baynit an butt,
shriekin wild laughin. There was torches
In the shtrects, an I saw little Crth'ris
rubin his showlther ivry time he loosed
my long shtook Martini, an Brazenose
walkin into the gang wild his sword, like
Diarmid Nv the Golden COLLABORATING he
hadn't stitch av olothin on him. We dis
kivered elephints wild dacoits under their
bellies, an Chat wild wan thing an anoth-
er, we was busy till morrin takin possess
sien av the town of Lungtungpen.
"Thin we halted an formed up, the
wimmen howlin in the houses an Lift mint
Brazepose bluship pink in the light av the
mornin sun. Twas the most ondasint
D r6u6 L lV6r tuh MAUI ILL., IOiNo OIL
twinty privits an an orncer av the line In
review ovdher, an not as much as wud
dust q 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 Vanus.
"'Number off from the right' sez the
lift'nint. Odd numbers fall out to dress.
knp~ ttrc fhn fnvr
lieyed by the dressin party" Lot me toll
you, pathronin town wild nothing on Is
an expayrience. pathrolled for tin min
utes, an begad, before twas over, blushcd.
The women laughed so. 1 niver blushed
before or since, but I blushed all over my
csrkiss thin Orth ris didn't pathrol. He
sez only, 'Portsmith barricks an the ard
av q SundayI' Thin he lay down an
rowled anyways wild laughin.
"When we was all dressed, we counted
the dead-sivinty-foi dacoits besides
wounded. We TUX five elephirts, hun
der an sivinty sniders, two hunder' dahs,
an lot av other burglarious thruck. Not
a man av us was hurt-exoept may be the
lift'pint, an he from the shock to his d.
sincy.
1.-THE headman av Lungtungpen, who
surrinder'd 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 clc'es ons' Orth'ris began rowl-
in his eyes an craokin his fingers an dancin
a step dance for to impress the headman.
He ran to his house, an we spint the rest
av the day carryin the ift'nint on our
showlthers round the town, an playin wild
the Burmese babies-fat, little, brown lit
fle Tiyils au yrottv az natures.
"Whin I.was invalided for the dysent'ry
to India, seq to the lift mint, 'Sorr, seq
l, you've the makins in you av great
man, but CIV 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 waltzin through Lung
tungpen like Red Injun wldout the war
paint, an you say I'm too fond av the
ourisin9' 'Sorr,' sez 1, for l loved the
bhoy, 4 wud waltz wild you in that con.
dishun through hell, an 80 wud the rest av
the men, Thin wint down shtrnme in
the fat an left him my blessin. May the
saints carry ut where ut shud go, for he
was fine upstandin young or6cer.
"To reshume: Fwhat I've said just
shows the use av S-year-olds. Wud 80
seasoned sodgers have taken Lungtungpen
in the dhark that way? No! They'd know
the risk av fever an chill, let alone tho
shootin. Two hunder' might have done
ut. But tho s-year-olds know little an
care less, an 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 a good OFFICER 't1sn't
only dacoits they'd smash wild their clo'es
of-'tis continental ar-r-r-r-mies! They
tux Lungtungpen nakid, and they'd take
ST. Petersburg in their drawers Begad,
they would that!
"Herc's your pipe, SORT! Shmoke her
tinderly wild honey dew, afther lottin the
reek av the canteen plug die away. But
It's no good, thanks to you all the same,
1llin my pouch wild your chopped bhoosa
Canteon 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 barraoks.-Rud-
yard Kipling.