The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1899-04-11

Brazenose Where the divil is Lung
tungpen?' There was soout minute
an a half to wait. The bhoys laid a
hould av their rifles. an some thried to
put their belts on. We,wa marchin
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
cat S back on frosty night. They was
firm all ways at wunst but over our
bids into the shtrame.
octave you got your rifesf' SEE
Brazenose. Got 'eml' seq Orth '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 out. GO on an take the
town! An the Lord have mercy on our
sowls'
''Thin the bhoys gave wan divastat-
in howl an pranced into the dhark,
feelin for the town, an blindin an stif6n
like cavalry ridin masters when the
grass priclsed 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 for them
! to hurt u.s. n,
"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
huntington. There was a nelly av
sumpshus kind for awhoile, but whether
they TUX us, all white an wet, for
new breed av divil or new kind av da-
colt don know. They ran as though
we was both. an we whit into thin,
baynit an butt, shriellin 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
stitch av clothin on him. We diskiver-
ed elephints wild dacoits under their
bellies. an, what wild wan thing an an
other. we was busy till mornin takin
possession av the town av Lungtungpen.
"Thin we halted an formed up. the.
wimmen hcwlin in the houses an Lif-
t'nint Brazenose blushin pink in the
light av the mornin sun. Twas the
most ondasint p rade I liver TUX hand
in. Foive and twenty privits an q
OFFICER av the line in review ordher, an
not as much as wud dust fife betune
'em all in the way av clothinl 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.
Number off from the right, seq
the lift'nint 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. pa
throlled for tin minutes, an begad be-
fore twas over blushed. The women
laughed SO. 1 niver blushed before or
since. but blnshed all over my carkiss
thin. Ortiz ris didn't pathrol. He seq
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 -sivinty-foive dacoits
besides wounded. We TUX five elephints,
hunder an sivinty Sniders, two hum
der. dahs an lot av other burglarious
thrucA. Not a man av us was hurt, ex-
cep maybe the lift mint. an he from
the shock to his dacincy.
''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 astep dance for to inn
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 dysen-
try to India. seq to the lift mint,
'Sorr. SEE l. you've the makin's in
you av great man; but if you II 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
plasin you, Mulvaney. You We 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 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. Msy
the saints carry ut where ut shud go.
for he was fine upstandin young
OFFICER
ITO reshumel Fwhat I've said Just
shows the use av 8-year-olds. Wud so
seasoned soagers have taken Lungtung-
pen in the dark that way7 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
vOunp feed them hi oh nv, %l,o l,-.,..