Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1898-09-15

through the laughing, jeering tllrong
schooling in respect to civil laws as had
been pounded into his young superior
at the Point.
"Back to the horses was the an
swer. "We can accomplish nothing
here -
But the crowd, like most Cheyenne
assemblages in the days of old, had
nothing in particular to do. It had been
recruited from all the barrooms along
the street in the neighborhood and de-
sired to be amused, SO it promptly re-
solved itself into an escort for the troop
ers and travelled along after them a
block or So Then an inspiration seized
several of its prominent constituents
and dozen Of the number slipped away
from the escorting party and ran rapid
ly down a side street, and two minutes
later, as Maynard turned into the broad
thoroughfare On which opened the cor
raj where they had left their horses
with their single guardian, he was
treated to sensation. Confident Of the
applause of their fellow citizens and
reckless Of law or order, gang Of the
choicest spirits had dashed upon the in
closure, instantly overpowering the be-
wildered sentry, and while some stood
guard over his PROSTATE form, the 9TH
ers unlinked the excited horses, threw
themselves into saddle and, laughing
and cheering, came gathering out into
the street.
This changed the whole situation in
the twinkling Of an eye. Taught to re-
spect the rights and protect the proper
ty of other men, Maynard had very
positive convictions for youngster as
to the sacred nature of the claims of
Uncle Sam. So long as only chaff and
ridicule were the weapons of the popu-
lace his equanimity had not been dis
turbed, but now he blaZed with wrath
A yell of delight went up from some of
the throng at sight of the motley troop
ranging into line 100 yards away, but
even then aud there were men who real
lied at once how wild and how serious
prank was this and how widespread
might be the havoc of it's consequences.
Instantly two or three men started for
the young officer, shouting: "Don't no
tice it, lieutenant Don't do anything.
Well get the hoNes. -
Very possibly if Maynard had halted
his party then and there or turned back
and marched it into the adjoining
street the wiser among the citizens
could have persuaded the offenders Of
the magnitude Of their sin and the
horses would have been restored with
rough but profuse frontier apologies
But the blood of the patrol asup Here
at least was something it had right
to resent, and all in an instant Maynard
and his little party started on the jump
for the despoilers. It was bitter cold
day, as has been said. The troopers
were in heavy overcoats and shoes, fur
caps and gloves, and they could not
make sprint despite their best efforts.
1t would have been easy enough for the
riders to dash away but all the devil of
frontier fun, recklessness and whisky
was at work, and clinging, as some of
them had to do, to their plunging and
excited steeds, down they came, follow
ing the lead of jovial tough who had
mounted Maynard's own horse. Lucki
" the leader had no spurs. Luckily the
horse seemed to recognize his master as
the foremost of the familiar bluecoats,
for despite the furious urging and kick
ing of the tall townsman on his back
Rienzi came snorting and plunging
straight to Maynard's side, and the
liArtanent never LAYING hand unon the