The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-02-13

black mare a surgeon dressed the
wound hastily, TemarlSing that it was {
pity the young man couldn't be carried
where he might get the benefit of care
full nursing.
q kin kyar i'm home, sub" SAID
Plato. 'Tain't so mighty fur ter whal
my young marster live at
How far?" asked the surgeon.
'Ir de neighborhoods er 40 mile, sub,
replied Plato.
The surgeon shook his head. He
can't ride horseback But he'll die il
he's left here"
i wuz layin' off fer ter borry a buggy
sonle'rs,' remarked Plato.
The surgeon considered the matter
''Wel. get it, he said, presently, 'and
be quick about it. I'll pad him up for
travelling the best 1 can. It's one chance
in 10000. But he's young and strong
and the one chance is his"
Plato sprang on the black mare, and
IN less than half an hour had returned
with q twO-seated buggy.
That's the very thing" said the sur
geon.
The rear seat was taken out, the
cushions Of both seats were spread on
the bottom, and on these a hospital
mattress and some blankets were
spread. On these the wounded man
was placed. and then the surgeon deftly
pdCkGu uOLtu AdNtLS u EollOn DdLllAlS
under the shattered shoulder. Alto
gether Jack was as comfortable as a
badly wounded man could be under the
circumstances.
1T is now 10 O'Clock" said the sur
geon, looking at his watch. You ought
TO have him in his own bed by 6 this
afternoon. Kill the horse on level
ground, but bring it to life in the
rough places. You know what l mean.
IF he hurts that mare" young Kill
patrick declared, with as much energy
as he could command, I'll see him
about it when 1 get well.
4 wish ter de Lord you could git up
an see me bout it now remarked
Plato, with JUNCTION. "Kaze dish yer hlly
is sho got ter pick UP 'er foots an put
'em down again dis day eff she ain't
never done it befO'."
Whereupon he climbed back into the
buggy, looked around at his young mas
ter TO see that everything was all right
and then gave the mare the word.
Though the spirited animal had been
broken TO harness by Plato himself, she
had been under the saddle so long that
this new position fretted her. She was
peevish as a woman. Plato said. The
harness chafed her, the shafts worried
her and the rattle of the buggy dis
turbed her She wObbled from one side
of the road to the other. and went
about this unusual business as awk-
wardly as a colt. Finally Plato stopped
her in the road and cut the binders
from the bride. This was a great re-
lief TO the high-strung creature. She
could now see what was going on in
front, behind and on both sides. She
gave a snort OF satisfaction and settled
down to work with viii that pleased
the negro immensely
Plato knew every foot of the road
having often Travelled il at night, and
so the only stops that We're made were
when the wounded man wanted water,
which was to be had from the roadside
springs The journey was made with
out incident and Plato, while driving
rapidly. had driven so carefully that
when he reached home his young mas
ter was fast asleep. And the mare.
while tired, was in fine condition, only
her rations of food and supply Of water
had to be cut short until after she had
thoroughly cooled off.
Plato had hardly got out of sight of
the smoke of the firing before the con-
federates fell back before the great
odds before them and moved ABIDE from
Sherman's path. They were not in a
panic but the pressure was too heavy.
and when they retired they were COM
PEELED to leave some of their wounded
in a field hospital in charge of the sur
EGtl. VINO Ddu sent JdCh fitzpatrick
hcme The enemy's skirmishers
promptly moved up to the position va
Gated by the confederates. Among the
foremost was a big soldier. who went
directly to the rude shelters that had
been rugged up to accommodate the
wounded. He went through each and
examined the faces of the wounded.
What the devil are you after?''
asked the surgeon, in a tone which
curiosity and irritability were strangely
mixed.
IT'S nothin' but slip of lad Dim
lookan for, sor,' replied the big sol
der. with extraordinary politeness,
considering the time and occasion.
There are no wounded Yanks here"
the surgeon explained, smiling pleas
antly, as he glanced at the puzzled,
good natured face of the Irishman.
IT'S a Johnny lad Oim lookan' for
q by not pigger'n me two fists. OF seen
UNI gallopin' on a black horse, an
seen UNI stagger whin a dirty black
smith in the line give it to um in the
shoulder-the blacL 5uard that he wasi"