Connecticut western news. [volume] (Salisbury, Litchfield Co., Conn.) 1871-1970, 1918-05-23

you had better get rid of that nervous
gerous. That's ALL
"We saluted, and were just going out
the door of the dugout when the cap
tain called up back and said:
"'Smoke Goldfiakes? Yes? Well,
there are two tins of them on my table.
Go back to the battery, and keep your
tongues between your teeth. Under
standP
"We understood.
"For five weeks afterwards our bat
terry did nothing but extra fatigues.
We were satisfied and so were the
men. 1t was worth 1t to put one over
on Old Pepper, to say nothing of the
injury caused to Fritz feelings"
When Wilson had finished his story
I looked up and the dugout was
damned. An artillery captain and two
officers had also entered and stayed
for the finish. Wilson spat out an
enormous quid of tobacco, looked up,
saw the captain, and got as red as
carnation. The captain smiled, and
left. Wilson whispered to me-:
"Blime me,' Yank, see where click
for crucifixion. That captain is the
same one that chucked us Goldfiakes
in his dugout and here have been
'chucking me weight about In his
hearing"
Wilson never clicked his crucifixion.
Quite contrast to Wilson was an
other character in our brigade named
Scott; we called him "Old Scotty" on
account of his age. He was f1fty-seven,
although looking forty. "Old Scotty"
had been born In the Northwest and
had served in the Northwest Mounted
police. He was typical cowpuncher
and Indian fighter and was dead shot
with the rife, and took no pains to
disguise this fact from us. he used to
take care of his rife as If Ii were a
baby. In his spare moments you could
always see him cleaning Ii or polish
ing the, stock. Woe betide the man
who by mistake happened to get hold
of this rifle; he soon found out his
error. Scott was as deaf as a mule,
and 1t was amusing at parade to watch
Hill III tic VI Oily Wy
glancing 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 mystery to us he must
have bluffed his way through, because
he certainly was independent. Beside
him the Fourth of July looked like
Good Friday. He wore at the time a
large sombrero, had a Mexican stock
saddle over his shoulder, a lariat on
/ his arm, and a "forty-five" hanging
| from his hip. Dumping this parapher-
MALTA on the floor he went up to the
recruiting officer and shouted: 'Tm
from America, west of the Rockies,
and want to join your ID army.
I've got no use for German and can
shoot some. At Scotland Yard they
turned me down :. said was deaf and
| so I am. don't banker to ship in with
| q id underwriting outfit, but the
cavalry's full, so / guess this regi-
ment's better than none, so trot out
your papers and I'll sign 'em." He told
them he was forty and slipped by. /
was on recruiting service at the time
he applied for enlistment.
1t was Old Scotty's great ambition
to be sniper or "body snatcher," as
Mr.. Atklnsgcalls 1t. The day that he
was detailed as brigade sniper he cele-
brated his appointment by blowing the
whole platoon to Tags. 49,.
1 / Being a, Yank, Old Scotty took liz
Ing to me and used to spin some great
yarns about the plains, and the whole
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