Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1899-05-27

put Gnelr DelIS on, we was mdfCulu
wild fixed baynits. av coorse Thin we
knew where Lungtunpgen was. for we
had hit the river wall av ut in the
dhark an the whole town blazed wild
thin messin jingles an Sniders like a
cats back on frosty night. They was
firin all ways at wunst, but over our
bids into the shtrame
Have you got your rifles? SEE
Brazenose Got em! SEE Ortiz ris
I've got that thief Mulvaney' s for all
my back pay. an she'll kick my heart
sick wild that blunderin long shtock av
hers. Go ONT yells Brazenose, whip
pin his sword ont Go on an take the
town An the Lord have mercy on our
gowlsl
Thin the bhoys gave wan divastat-
in howl an pranced into the dhark,
feelin for the town, an blindin an stiffin
like cavalry ridin masters when the
grass pricked their bare legs. ham
mered wild the butt at some bamboo
things that felt wake, an the rest come
an hammered contagious. while the
jingles was jinglin, an feroshus yells
from inside was shplittin our ears. We
was too close under the wall fer them
to hurt us.
"Evenshually, the thing, whatever
ut was, bruk, an the,six and twinty av
us tumbled, wan afther the other, naked
as we was borrun. into the town av
Luntungpen. There was a nelly av a
sumpshus kind for awhoile but whether
they TUX us. all white an wet for a
new breed av divil or new kind av da-
colt l don t know They ran as though
we was both, an we whit into thin,
baynit an butt shriekin wild laughin.
There was torches in the sthreets, an
saw little Orth ris rubin his showlther
ivry< time he loosed my long shtock
Martini, an Brazenose walkin into the
gang wild his sword, like Diarmid av
the Golden Collar, barrin he hadn't
a stitch av clothin on him, We diskiver-
ed elephants wild dacoits under their
bellies an what wild wan thing an an
other, we was busy till mornin takiD
possession av the town av Lungtungpen
Thin we halted an formed up, the
wimmen howlin in the houses an Lift
t'nint Brazenose blushin pink in the
light av the mornin sun, Twas the
most ondasint p'rade liver tux hand
in Foive and twenty privits an
OFFICER av the line in review ordher, an
not as much as wud dust a fife betune
EN- all in the way av clothini 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.
g Number off from the right, SEE
the lift mint odd numbers fall out to
dress; even numbers pathrol the town
till relieved by the dressin party Let
me tell you, pathrollin a town wild
.nothin on is an expayrience l pa
throlled for tin minutes, an begad be-
fore twas over blushed. The women
laughed SO. I niver blushed before or
since, but 1 blushed all over my carkiss
thin Orth'ris didn't pathrol. He SEE
only, 'Porthsmith barricks an the ard
av Sunday. Thin he lay down an
rowled anyways wild laughin
'When we was all dhressed, we
counted the dead-sivinty-foive dacoits
besides wounded. We tux five elephints
a hunder an sivinty Sniders, two hun
der dahs an a lot av other burglarious
thruck. Not man av us was hurt, ex-
cep maybe the lift mint. an he from
the shock to his dacincy.
1.-THE headman av Lungtungpen, who
surrindered himself. asked the inter
prut'r. IF the English fight like that
wild their clio 'es off, what in the wurruld
do they do wild their clio es on?' Orth 'ris
began rowlin his eyes an crackin his
fingers an dancin a step dance for to i'm
press the headman. 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 little divils. as
pretty as pictures
''Whin was inviladed for the dyson
try to India, l seq to the lift mint.
'Sorr, SEE /, you've the makin's in
you av great man; but, if you'll let
an ould sodger spake, you re too fond
av the-ourizin. He shuk hands wild me
an seq Hit high, hit low. there's no
pl asin you, Mulvaney. You've seen me
waltzin through Lungtungpen like a
red Injin widout the warpaint. an you
say I'm too fond av the-ourizinl
'Sorr. seq l, for l loved the bhoy, 4
wud waltz wild you in that condishin
through hell. an so wud the rest av the
men. Thin l whit down sthrame in
the fat an left him my blessin May
the saints carry ut where ut shud go,
for he was fine upstandin young
orfcer
ITO reshumel Fwhat I've said just
shows the use av 8-year-olds. Wud so |
sodgers have taken Lungtung-
pen in the dark that way2 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's no danger. Catch them
young, feed them high, an, by the homer
Nv that great little man Bobs, behind a
good OFFICER tisn't only dacoits they'd
smash wild their clio es off tbs con-ti-
mental ar-r-r-miesl They TUX Lungtung