The National tribune., 1900-04-12
THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON. G. THURSDAY 49,

rivalry among our officers in their efforts
10 get fast trottcrs. but the Colouel'5 little
cream charger held the palm. though there
We're several other fast mounts in our party
that morning. Coming II good stretch
of road. the Colonel lei out for q rae, and
away We went. |, an enlisted man. could
not pick my horses, but must take such as
Uncle Sam chose 10 furnish. However,
being an Orderly, and expected 20 follow
Col. LaGrange. | was we'll mounted All
at once VIC saw The Colonel go down with
his horse. We We're all about him III a
jiffy. and finding he was not seriously
| hurt, examined his horse. We found the
horse had slipped on q frosty oak plank
| that WAS inclined q. one end, and broken its
left shoulder. The Colonel was all broken
| up when he found his faVorite horse was
diSa bled beyond help.
Here, some OF you will have to shoot
| this little beauty and put him ont of his
misery, for | can't he said
| The horse was shot, another mount
secured for the Colonel, and we soon caught
| the regiment.
| st. Gcnevieve is quaint old French town.
and our short stay there was a pleasant one.
War had not touched it, and the streets
We're alive with business, in contrast to the
towns We had been in. Here | bought a
splendid pair Of high-topped cavalry boots,
maze by the man bought them from. and
| cost inc only $40. Here We took steamer
for Cape Girardeau, and disembarked there
! about the 1st Of March.
! set out to write about the doings of the
Rosendalc Squad, but find that it is all
running to my personal experiences. prob
ably because ! was separated from Byron
and Jim when detailed at Headquarters,
and because | remember them best. The
squad often got together while in camp,
and il is Il pleasure to be able to say, after
all these years, that nothing ever couded
that friendship formed before the war.
Discipline was rigid here at the Cape,
and an order from Department Headquarters
had been promulgated fixing the death
penalty for fOraging and killing stock.
Schiller one day had fresh pork in his
frying pan. Knowing the penalty for
| killing stock we We're afraid he had got his
foot in it. and some OF us questioned him as
to where he got II.
| Now Schiller was a bunch of irascibility,
a perfect firebrand, and consequently had
few friends in Co. l. | can see him now,
i'll memory, as he skipped about like Il
French dancingmaster, his jerky motions
corresponding with his manner of talking,
in which he mixed the languages wOcfully,
| though scholar in his native tongue.
When he began to spit out his favorite
cxpIetives of "Gott in Himmel, dunner-
vcttcr, etc, III Il manner peculiarly his own,
we knew lie was getting mad, and left
him severely alone.
Our questions developed the fact that
| he was out on the Dean plantation, close
| to camp, and saw Il bunch of fat hogs in the
woods He was hungry for fresh pork,
and a sight OF those hogs made him
| hungricr.
| Whipping out his knife, he caught one of
| the pork cut Il chunk out from the ham,
and let the hog CO. satisfying his consci-
clce with the declaration that he did not
kill it. A roar was made over the matter,
! but stirring events following close after,
Schiller was never punished for his cruel
! deed.
(To be cCntinucd)