Evening star., 1902-08-09

horse shoes, nails an things we got out of
blacksmith shop; an when them guns
went of they sprinklcd that ole iron around
like water from waterin' cart. An stop
ped the enemy just as much as so much
water would have done, while it took about
fourteen of our men t hold them guns
from kickin' hole into the castle.
''The ole general fiourished around with
his sword an hollered, but we couldn't keep
them feliers in red uniforms from comm
up. We sent lot of them tumblin' into
the dirt. but the others came on all the
same; then ole Cruz got it In the neck.
saw him tumble head over heels off his
horse, an that settled it. These fellers
won't fight any more after they lose their
general.
IT was knocked into a hole, an when
looked up half a dozen men in red were
a-hoilerin' an Jabbin' at me with their
bayonets just as an officer comm UP order
ed them to take me out an tie me up.
thought then that they was goin' t stand
me up against wall as soon as they got
cleaned up around, but they didn't. They
put me on horse with my legs tide under
meath an sent me to the capital. 1 thought
1t was goin' t be all over with me there,
but they took me before the old mall-the
president what we had been a-tryin' t lick.
Peace Offerings.
HE was sittin' in his office with lot of
pumpkins an potatoes an things on the
floor, which the Indians had been a-bringin'
him for peace offerin's. He had his arm
restin' over the back of his chair, with
his hand close t. the bells, one which he
rings for the sharp shooter, an the other
one for the office boy. I thought he was
goin' t ring the one for the sharp shooter,
but he just looked at me a minute an
then said, laughin' like:
Halo, Gringo! So you're the feller
what was helpin' the Cachurecos, eh?'
That made me feel just like fool. I'd
a liked a burned sight better t. had him
ring for the Sharn shooter hut he didn't
he just sat there an poked fun at me- An
do you know that ole cuss knows every
thing, He knew that had been a-drivin
ole Hinemans mules, an he told me that
| was good mule driver, but a bum revo-
1utiontst. He made me feel like an old rag.
Then when he got through riggin' me he
said he guessed 1 was broke, an he told the
office boy to give me $50, so I could get
new start. I didn't want to take the
money, but what was 1 goin' t do? Then
the old man said:
Now, go back to the mules an be
good So | am takin' his advice an gofn'
back. But by the holy sufferln Moses!
do you know the ole mans brick. My
mistake was in gettin' on the wrong side,
an, now I've got to go back to the mules;
but perhaps the ole man IL have t have an
election after a while, or revolution, an
then, by Jehoshapat, if I don't go an help
MN 1t II be because my name isn't Boyd
1t was many years after this at BAN
quet rendered the delegates of the Pan
American Congress at Mexico that a short
fat man opposite me attracted my atten-
ton. His face was pitted with smallpox,
and as observed him carelessly, the words
fitted through my mind, You'll know him
when you see him, for he is pockmarked
and is the color of tanned buffalo hide"
and by some peculiar psychological reason
ing. my mind went back to Boyd and his
little pockmarked major The subject
would not leave me, and finally I caught
the little fat mans eye, and said:
Excuse me, sir, did you ever know
Boyd?"
Boyd? Boyd?' said he. you mean Col.
Boyd? Why, he was my companion at
arms-a countryman of yours-of course
knew Col. Boyd All, ah, Our first battle
was at Palencia. He afterward helped
me get into power down in Salvador!
What has become of him?" quered I.
1--WE had him chief of police for a while,
but things were too quiet for him, and he
wandered off into Costa Rica and Nicara-
qua. l last heard of him a general in the
Colombian army putting down a revou-
t1on there. Some one said he had been
shot; l don't know, but good fellow was
Boyd"