The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-02-18

| took his position and drew his sword.
! Sound off," he said.
Then came a few preliminary bleats OF
the horns and then came boom and a
crash.
1t appeared as if something blew up all
at once in the band, and to tell the truth
music stopped, but the explosion. contin-
ued. The black horse that had been called
impolite names was asserting himself; he
disliked the indignity that had been. thrust
upon him. That was evident from the first
but now he concluded to rid himself of
the degradation. With his head between
his knees, his back arched and his leg
stiffened he was bucking away like the
winner in a Wild West show. For a few
seconds the drummer managed to hold
on somehow, but no human backbone
could stand it. and with a despairing
curse the big fellow shot up into the air,
landed on all tours, then SPRAYED face
downward in the dust But the Nameless
one was not satisfied. The drum was still
attached to him by leather thong, and
out of the mele he emerged like foot
ball player, determined to make a touch
down. Eager hands had snatched at his
bride, but he broke away. Down the
line he came, the bass drum playing
| senorous solo upon his TANKS When
about opposite the adjutant, who to save
| his life could not utter a word of COM
mand he concluded to make a detour to
the left. The ranks parted for him He
| pursued the line. Then, thinking proba-
bly, that he would be better appreciated
where he could be seen, he charged
through from rear to right and emerged
| again, bounding like a vicious rubber
creature intent on planting himself into
the ground, and mad that instead of be-
ing firmly imbedded, he should find him
self in the air again.
The whole troop was in an uproar now.
! but above the sounds of laughter arose
the Coloners voice.
Catch that horse. somebody" he roar
| ed. Take hold of him, one of YOU men."
Maybe the nameless black heard this
order, and determined TO give the Colonel
| the first chance, for, mead down and tail
up, whanging and banging he charged
down upon the commander of the post
Now the horse the Colonel rode
was tried veteran. He had once faced
cracking rifles and had ridden UP at the
| head of a charge against band of
| screaming shrieking hostiles but this
strange looking thing coming down upon
| him was too much for his nerves He
swerved the Colonel leaned forward as
If to take matters into his own hands
and put stop to the riot, but he reckoned
Entirely without his host. His oyn horse.
the tried and trusted one. could stand
the strain no longer. With a snort Of ter
ror he stretched out his neck and boiled
| The Colonel tried to stop him. II there
had been an uproar before, It was chaos
now. Straight upon the heels of the
Colonel's nag came the bounding. re-
| sounding mixture of drum and horse and
worse luck. the CoonePs charger had
lost his head completely. Instead of turn
| ing to the open country to the west. he
made off TO the eastward straight for the
post laundry where some of the washwo-
men were gathering up the clothes that
had hung all day in the bleaching sun.
Into the mixtures OF linen and clothes,
baskets the Colonel rode A line caugh,
him under the chin, but luckily parted
The horse became frightened at the sight
of one of the laundresses who was pro-
tecting herself by Furnishing red petit
coat apparently at his head, he whirled
and once more the Colonel emerged upon
the parade ground, while behind him
streamed the line of clothes. He looked
for all the world like a disma ntied kite
II there had been any personal danger
attached 90 the Colonel's wild career, may
be some one might have tried to come
| to his assistance. As it was most OF
the men could hardly keep their saddles
| Carter and the other officers were doubled
up TIE Lieutenant cast his eye back
at his own company. The sight OF Muir
ply he could never forget. Both his legs
were hanging free of the strrups and
kicking wildly. He would have fallen had
1t not been that the troopers on either side