The Washington herald., 1918-02-24
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when Wilson had finished his
story ! looked up. and the dugout
was 5ammed. An artillery captain
and two officers had also entered
and stayed for the finish Wilson
spat out an enormous ouid OF to-
bacco. looked up. saw the captain.
and got as red es q cernation- Tbe
captain smiled and left Wilson
whispered 10 me:
"Blime me. Yank. I see where I
click for crucifxion. That captain
is the same one that chuclSed US the
Goldflnkes In his dugout and here
have been 'chucking me weight
about in his hearing"
Wilson never clicked his eruci-
nxion-
Quite a contrast TO Wilson was
another character in our brigade
named Scott, we called him ~Old
scotty" on account Of his age. He
was 81. although looking 40. ''Old
scotty'' had been born in the North
west and had served with the
Northwest Mounted Police. He was
q typical eow-puncher and Indian
fighter and was q dead shot with
the rifle. and took no pains 70 dis
NAllE AaIN hts ALE HNta
to take care Of his rifle as II ~
were a baby. In his spare moments
you could always see him cleaning
II or polishing the stock. Woe be-
tide the man, who by mistake. hap
pened TO get hold OF this rifle: he
soon found out his error. Scott
was as deaf as a mule. and Il was
amusing at parade to watch him
in the manual OF arms. slyly glanc-
ing out of the corner OF his eye at
the man next to him TO see what
the order was. How he passed the
doctor was a mystery TO US. he must
have bluffed his way through, be-
cause he certainly was independent
Beside him the Fourth Of July
looked like Good Friday. He wore
at the time a large sombrero. had
ia Mexican stock saddle over his
shoulder. a fariat on his arm, and
'forty-five" hanging from his hip.
Dumping this parsphernalia on the
floor he went up to the recruiting
officer and shouted: Tn from
America, West Of the Rockies. and
want TO Join your damned army.
I've got no use for a German ana
can shoot some. At Scotland Yard
they turned me down; said i was
deaf and so ] am. / don't banker
to ship in with a damned mud
crunching outfit. but the cavalrys
full, so guess this regiments bet
ter than none, so trot out your
papers and I'll sign EN-" He told
them he was 20 and slipped by. /
was on recruiting service at the
time he applied for enlistment
It was Old scotty's great ambition
to be a sniper or body snatcher" as
Mr.. Atkins calls II. The day that he
was detailed as brigade sniper he
celebrated his appointment by blow
ing the whole platoon to fags-
Being a Yank, Old Scotty took
liking TO me and used TO spin some
great yarns about the plains, and
the whole platoon would drink these
in and ask for more. Ananias was
a rookie compared win him.
The ex-plainsman and discipline
could not agree, but the officers all
liked him. even II he was hard 70
manage, so when he was detailed a.
a sniper, a sigh Of relief went up
from the officers mess.
Old Scotty had the freedom Of the
brigade. He used to draw two or
three days rations and disappear
with his glass. range finder. and rife,
and we would see or hear no more
OF him, until suddenly he would reap
pear with a couple OF notches added
TO those already on the butt OF his
rife. Every time he got a German
it meant another notch. He was
proud OF these notches.
But after q few months Father
rheumatism got him and he was sent
to Blighty: the air in the wake OF his
stretcher was blue with curses. Old
Scotty surely could swear: some OF
his outburst actually burned you
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW.