The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1899-05-12

tungpenY There was about minute
an a hall to wait. The bhoys laid a
hould NV their rifles, an some thried to
put their belts on. We was marchin
wild fixed baynits nv coorse. Thin we
knew where Lungtunpgen was, for we
had hit the river wall nv ut in the
lhark, an the whole town blazed wild
thin. messin iingles an Sniders like
cat back on frosty night They was
firin all ways at wunst, but over our
bids into the shtrame.
"'Have you got your rilesP' ees
Brazenose. Got 'eml seq Orth ris,
I've got that thief Mulvaney's for all
my back pay, an she'll kick my heart
lick wild that blunderin long shtock av
hers. 60 onl yells Brazenose, whip
pin his sword ont. Go on an take the
town An the Lord have mercy on our
eowlsI
Thin the bhoys gave wan divastat-
in howl an pranced into the dhark,
feelin for the town, an blindin an stiffiD
like cavalry ridin maeters 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 for them
to hurt us.
"Evenshually, the thing, whatever
ut was, bruk, an the six and twinty nv
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 ms, all white an wet, for a
new breed nv divil or new kind av da-
colt | don know. They ran as though
we was both an we wint 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 Bra2enose walkin into the
gang wild bis sword, like Diarmid nv
the Golden Collar, barrin he hadn' t
a 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 takiD
possession av the town NV Lungtungpen.
Thin we halted an formed up, the
wimmeu howlin in the houses an Lift
t'nint Brazenose blushin pink in the
| light nv the mornin sun. Twas the
most ondasint p rade | liver tux hand
in. Foive and twenty privits an a
OFFICER av the line in review ordher. an
not as much as wud dust fife betune
| EN- all in the way nv clothin 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 mint odd numbers fall ont 10
/ dress even numbers pathrol the town
till relieved by the dressin party. Let
me tell yo1, pathrollin n town wild
nothin on is an expayrience, | pa
throlled for tin minutes, an begad be-
fore twas over blushed. The women
laughed so. ! niver blushed before or
since, but FLUSHED all over my carkiss
thin Orth ris didn't puthrol. He SEE
only, 'PorthsInith barricks an the ard
av Sunday Thin he lay down an
rowlcd anyways wild laughin.
"When we was all dressed we
counted the dead-sivinty- foive dacoits
besides wounded. We TUX five elephints,
hunder an sivinty Sniders, two hun
der dahs an lot nv other burglarious
thruck. Not man av us was hurt eS-
cep' maybe the lift mint, an he from
the shock to his dacincy.
THE headman av Lungtungpen, who
md ,p.1 lfttpa1g pg1.,l fy,f
prutr If the English fight like that
wild their clio Qff, what in the Yurruld
do they do wid their clio es ONT Orth ris
began rowlin his eyes an crackin his
fingers an dancin a step dance for to i'm
press the headman. Heran 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, seq TO the lift mint,
'Sorr, SEE |, you've the makin's in
you av great man. but, if you II LET
an Guild sodger spake, you're too fond
av the-ourizin, He shuk hands wild me
an seq Hit high, hit low, there's nc
pl'asin you, Mulvaney. You've seen mC
waltzin through Lungtungpen like q
red lnjin widout the warpaint, an you
say I'm too fond av the-ouri2inl /
'Sorr, sez |, for | loved the bhoy u
wud waltz wild you in that condishir
through hell, an so wud the rest av the
men. Thin | wint down sthrame il
the flat an left him my blessin. May
the saints carry ut where NJ snuu 60
for he was fine upstandin young
OFFICER,
ITO resume Fwhat I've said just
shows the use av 8-year-olds Wud 5C
seasoned sodgers have taken Lungtung
pen in the dark that way2 No They q
know the risk av fever an chill, LEI
alone the shootin Two hunder might
have done ut, But the 3-year-olds know
little an care less, an where there's ne
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