The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1906-02-08
cried Jenny. "Be all that's howly

ach causing a bad taste in the mouth.
cried Jenny. ''Be all that's howly,
I'll tache you manners!'
Then, springing upon the formid-
able prosecutor, he wrenched the
weapon from his hand, and flung it
into the air.
"Hooroo!' shouted Jenny, dane
ing with passion and bowling the wild,
exultant cry so frequently heard in
'rale Irish scrimmage."
The follower of Mahomet stood for
a few moments utterly COMPOUNDED by
the success and suddenness of this at
tack; but, recovering his self-posses-
sion, prepared to draw pistol from
his girdle.
"Ye're there, are we, ould muslin
cap? Bad cess to We, but I I'll take the
shine out of yez, yeti"
Saying this, Jenny made furious
butt with his bull head at the breast
of the Moslem, which felled him to
earth with the ''bhoy" on top of him.
AS they rolled over each other in their
PROSTATE struggle the active Paddy
quickly abducted his foes pistols. In
drawing the second from the folds of
the shawl it went off, and alarmed the
guard, some of whom FASTENED to the
spot and secured the combatants.
Mullhollan, in spite of his narrow
escapes from ball and blade, was I'M
hurt; but the Turk had one eye" bunged
up" while, on his nose, the fist of
Erin had performed different opera
ton, with the result that handsome
vest had more blood on it than was
good for it's appearance. This made
a strong case for assault and battery,
and the suffering party, addressing
an officer, who had been led to the
scene of action, insisted on seeing the
commander-in-chief to make complaint
of the rough usage he had received. !
The poor Irish lad was conveyed to
the guardhouse; the Turk to Lord
Hutchinson, on whom the command
had devolved "when the brave Aber-
cromby received his death wound"
His lordship ordered the matter to be
investigated: and Captain Freyne, in
describing what he had witnessed,
dwelt with pleasure on the humane
impulse of the little Irish fighting
cock. Still the malignant and tur-
baned Turk demanded the life of the
offender in expiration.
It was the policy of Lord Hutchin-
son to treat the Ottomans and Name
lukes, who still hung about our camp,
with every mark of respect. and Pc
culiar circumstances would have
rendered it dangerous to refuse even
this request. A drumhead court-mar-
tial was assembled. Mullhollan's
transgression was fully proved and he
was ordered for instant execution.
The sentence being made known to the
belaboured and vindictive son of the
east, he seemed somewhat appeased,
though his satisfaction was rather
qualified when he heard that "the
regulations of the British Army would
not permit persons of an opposite
faith to witness punishment. -
In about an hour strong detach-
ment was seen marching towards the
sand hills in the rear of the camp,
and in the midst of this guard
marched the handcuffed prisoner,
who, to his honour be it spoken,
seemed to bear his fate with extreme
fortitude. AS far as the escort would
permit, the poor Arab followed on his
donkey wringing his hands, and vail
ing over the reward of his protectors
brave, good nature.
"Don't mind me-" cried the brave
Irish lad to the disconsolate son of
the desert. ''Let me shake yer brown
hand an pat yer brown haste, in
token that, if need be, I'd do the like
agin for poor craythur as couldn It
lake MS own part-ay, tnat L would,
in spite av all the regulations. Then
they parted.
The appointed spot was soon
reached, and the fatal volley fired.
AS the sound reached the ear of the
maltreated Turk he was seen to smile
and with a heart full of gratified
malice hurried from the vicinity OF
the camp. In few minutes the SOL
diers returned. In full regimentals,
carrying his musket, and we'll in the
centre of the rear rank, marched
Jenny Mullhollan as large as life.
He had lent himself to this exhibition
of justice, and for many year after
wards would laugh over the story.