The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1899-03-09

yOur's?" Sure OF niver could remim-
ber tn name of that kind av a place.
There was big man there in blue
coat, hOldin' forth about somethin'
that sounded to me muddled mOind,
loike election talk; t'r sure there was
lots av Star Spangled Banner, Hearts
Blood, an Fire Works mixed IN all he
said. An tn gang would cheer him
as only gang that has been we'll pol
luted can cheer.
car ye wild u.s." sez he?
"Oi'm not registered" sez OF.
"No NATTER" sez he. Reminder
it's thirteen dollars
Hivens, thought oi,what barrel tn
inemy has opened, WI in they pay thir-
teen dollars for a fioater. Orm yer
mon, sez OF; an tn gang cheered just
as though me vote 'twould win fer
thin.
Some wan bOght an tn only reco-
licshun OF have av tn rist av tn day
is goin' befure judge an holdin' me
fhist aloft an swearin' OF was risidint
av tn precinct.
Whin OF awoke tn Mkt day, OF found
meself in strange quarters, clothed in
dirty brown. Me first thought was
that OF was enrOut to San Francisco,
havin' been buncoed into the u. S.
Army.
Whin OF arrived in Frisco OF was hus-
tied about lOike irish fish, who had
just arrived at tn ould home; an af-
ter some delay OF was landed at th'
camp of tn 18th Minnesota Rigemint.
Shure here me troubles comminced.
Up in line they stood me, put a gun
on me shoulder; thin a little feller
marched up an down in froont av me
wild his: "On yer shoulder! In yer fist!
On the flure! In yer fist agin! In yer
other fist On yer shoulder! In yer fist
again!' an so on all day long; an that's
how got me lame shoulder.
But Joe, don't let me make ye think
that tn loife of bould sojer boy is a
crool war. Shure, we owned tn town
in Frisco. But tn way to- girls slob
bered over us sojer boys gave me cold
chills. An shure oi war in Jail wanst
wild feller they were goin' to hang;
an all tn girls slobbered all over that
feller. So in Frisco it always brought
tn thought to me moind, that they
slObbered over us because we were as
good as dead.
Twas in Frisco that me bad luck
came to tn front. Mesilf an lot O.
tn byes wint into tn city on a fur
Tough, an it wor a mighty foine tonne
we were after havin'. We drank things
that made us tell av tn number av
Spaniards we could kill, an sure Joe,
whativer | drank made me see Span
iards, an OF out wild me bayonette an
cut wan av thin, but as it proved to
be only a drygoods squirt, they rode
me in on hurry up-come along wag-
on.
Twas wild proud step an a swellin'
heart that Oi marched down Market
street to go on boord the ship that was
to carry us over tn say to Manila.
Whin we got to tn ship, we found
lot av Rough Riders wor goin' wild us
un' tn Lord knows twas rough
enough wan av thin proved for me.
Oi was not long on tn ship, whin OF
sthruck up an acquaintance wild a
Rough Rider who had a shmall
bit av a black bottle. From it we
dhrank to friendship; pledgin' each
other till we fell into wan another's
arrums swearin' nothin' could iver
part us.
Me MKT recollection was awakenin'
in narrow birth, shared wild another
person. A jab in tn leg from some
thing sharp tould me of this fact; an
repeated an painful jabbin' made me
think me bunkie, whoever he was, had
not cut his toenails in long tonne.
Whin mornin' dawned, OF found that
me frind, tn Rough Rider, was me
bunkie; an that he had turned in wild
me widOut remOvin' his spurs, an
from TIL looks av me legs, he must