Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1899-04-27


hould av their rifles, an some thried to
put their belts ON. We was 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 back on a frosty night They was
hrln all ways at wHnst, but over our
bids into the shtrame.
" Have you got your rifesI SEE
Brazen0se. Got .nmH 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 on yells Brazenose. whip
pin his sword out. Go on an take the
town An the Lord have mercy on our
sowlsH
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 prlcked their bare legs. | ham
mered wild the butt at some bamboo
things that felt wake, an the rest come
an hammered contagious. while the
lingles was jinglin, an feroshus yells
from inside was ehplittin our ears. We
was too close under the wall for them
to hurt us
'Eyenshually, the thing. whatever
ut was. hruk, an the six and twinty av
us tambled. 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
new breed av divil OF a new kind av da-
colt l don know. They ran as though
We was both. an we wiut into thin.
havuit am hutt. shriekin wild laughiu
There was torches i'm the sthreets. an ]
saw little Orth ris rubbin his showlther
ivry time he loosed my long ehtock
Martini an Brazeu0se walkiu into the
gang wild bis sword, like Diarmid av
the Golden Collar, barrin he hadn
stitch av clothin on him. We diskiver-
cd elephints 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 Lif-
t'nint Brazenose blushin pink in the
light av the mornin sun. Twas the
most ondasint p'rade l liver tux a hand
in. Foiye and twenty privits an a
OFFICER av the line in review ordher an
not as much as wud dust fife betune
'em all in the way az elothin Eight av
rs had their belts an pouches on, but
the rest had gone in wild a handful av
cartridges an the skin God gave him.
They was as nakid as Nanus
Number off from the right, SEE
the lift mint odd numbers fall ont 10 |
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 l blushed. The women
laughed SO / niver blushed before or
since, but ! blushed all over my carkiss
thin. Ortiz ris didn't pathrol He seq
only. 'Porthsmith barriCks an the ard .
nv a 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 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.
The headman av Lungtungpen, who
surrindered himself, asked the inter
mutr, If the English fight like that
wild their clio es off, what in the wurruld
do they do wild their clio es onT Ortiz ris
began rowlin his eyes an crackin his
fingers an dancin a step dance for to i'm
press the headman. Heran 10 his house,
an we spiut the rest av the day carryin
the lift mint on our shOwlthers round
the town an playin wild the Burmese
little, brown little divils, as
pretty as pictures
"Whin was inviladed for the dysen-
try 10 India, l SEE to the ft'nint,
Sorr, sez l. you We the maxim in
you av great man; but, if you Il let
IN Guild sodger spake, you re too fond
Nv the-ourizin He shuk hands wild me
IN seq: Hit high, hit low, there's no
ll asin you, Mulvaney. You We seen me
yaltzin through Lungtungpen like a
ed Inlin widout the warpaint, an you
ay I'm too fond av the-ourizinr /
Sorr, seq /, for loved the bhoy 1 ]
yud waltz wild you in that condishin {
Trough hell, an so wud the rest av the
men Thin wint down sthrame in {
he fat an left him my blessint May S
he saints carry ut where Mt sbud go, &
or he was a fine upstandin young !
rfcer. I
ITO reshumel Fwhat I've said Just a
bows the use av 8-year-olds Wud 80 :
aasoned sodgers have taken Lungtung u
en- in the dark that way MOI They'd r
now the risk av fever an chill, let O
lone the shootin. Two hunder might T.
ave done ut But the Swear know 4
title an care less, an where there's no b
sar there's no danger Catch them il
Dung. feed them high, an, by the honor
v that great little man Bobs, behind