Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1896-03-05
ann VIC matted an formed

ann we matted 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 hand in. Foive an
twinty privits an an OFFICER av the line in
review ordher, an not as much as wud
dust fife betnne 'om all in the way Of
olothin! Eight av US had their bolts IN
pouches on, but the rest had gone In wild
a handful av cartridges an the skin God
gavc him. They was as nakid as Vanus.
"'Number off from the righti' SCI the
lft'nint. Odd numbers fall out to dress.
Even numbers pathrol the town till re-
Nevod by the dressin party" Let me toll
you, pathrollin a town wild nothing on is
an expayrience. pathrolled for tin min.
utes, an begad, before twas over, I blushed.
The women laughed so. I niver blushed
before or since, but I blushed all over my
carkiss thin. Orth ris didn't pathrol. He
sez only, 'Portsmith barricks an tho ard
av a Sundayi' Thin he lay down an
rowlod anyways wild laughin.
"When we was all dressed, we counted
tho dead-sivinty- foive dacoits besides
wounded. We TUX Eve elephints, hun
der an sivinty sniders, two hunder' dahs,
an lot av other burglarious thruck. Not
a man av us was hurt-e1cept 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 onf' Orth IRIS began rowl-
in his eyes an crackin his fingers an duncin
a step dance for to impress the headman.
He ran to his house, an we spint the rest
av the day carryin the lift'nint on our
showlthers round the town, an playin wild
the Burmese babies-fat, little, brown lit
tie divils, as pretty as pictures.
"Whin was invalided for the dysent' ry
to India, soz to the lift mint, 'Sorr,' SEE
I, you've the makins in you av q great
man, but av you'll let an ould sodger
spake, your 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 widout the war
paint, an you say I'm too fond av the
ourisin2' 'Sorr,' seq I, for loved the
bhoy, Il wud waltz wild you in that con.
dishun through hell, an SO wud the rest av
the menu Thin whit down shtrame in
the fat an left him my blessin. May the
saints carry ut where ut shud 60, for he
was fine upstandin young OFFICER.
"To reshume: Fwhat I've said just
shows the use av 3-year- Odds. Wud SO
seasoned sodgers have taken Lungtungpen
in the dhark that way9 Mol They'd know
the risk av fever an chill, let alone the
shootin. Two hunder' might have done
ut. But the 3-year-olds know little an
care less, an where there's no fear there 8
no danger. Catch thin young, feed thin
high, an by the honor av that great, little
man Bobs, behind a good OFFICER 'tisn' 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 thatI
"Here's your pipe, SOFT! Shmoke her
tinderly wild honey dew, afther lettin the
reek av the canteen plug die away. But
It's no good, thanks to you all the same
film my pouch wild your chopped bhoosa.
Canteen baccy's like the army-it shpoils
mans taste for moilder things"
So saying, Mulvaney took up his butter
fly net and returned to barracks.-Rud-
yard Kipling.