Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-01-02

forclbie poSDessfon, enu WOuiu DC wen
satisfied II he could only continue to
hold her IN strict seclusion. The thing
he was guarding against now, and
while they remained on board, was es-
cape or discovery.
II was about the middle Of the fol-
lowing afternoon when the Adventurer
poked her blunt nose around point OF
land, end came into full view OF the
sapalid hamlet OF Yellow Banks. A
half-hour later we lay snugglcd mp
against the shore. holding position
amid several other boats mnde fast
70 stout trees, busily unloading, and
their broad aangplanks stretching from
forward deck to bank. The roust-
abouts began unloading cargo ut once,
stendy stream OF men, black and
white, burdened with whatever load
they could snatch up, moving on an
endless run across the stiff plank. aud
I'D the low bank 10 The drier summit.
1t Glanced to be my good fortune to
escape this labor having been detailed
by Mapes TO drag boxes, bales and bar
rels forward to where the hurrying
bearers could grasp them more read
ily. This brought me close to the for
ward stairs, down which the departing
passengers trooped, threading their in.
secure way among the trotting labor
ers, In an effort to get ashore.
Reynolds troops, all militia, and the
greater part Of them mounted were an
extremely sorry-looktng lot-sturdy
enough physically, Of the pioneer type,
but bearing little soldierly appearance,
and utterly ignorant of discipline. The
men had chosen officers from out their
own ranks by popular election. and
these exercised their authority very
largely through physical proves.
We had an excellent Illustration Of
this soon after tying up at the landing.
A tall, lank, ungainly officer, with q
face so distinctly homely as to Instant
~ attract my attention, led his COM
pany of men up the river bank, and
ordered them to transport the pile of
commissary stores from where they
had been promiscuously thrown to a
drier spot farther back. The officer
was a captain, to Judge from certain
stripes Of red cloth sewed on the
shoulders Of his brown jean blouse.
but his men were far from prompt in
obeyIng his command, evidently hav-
ing no taste for the job. One among
them, apparently their ringleader in
incfpient mutiny, an outstanding bully
with the jaw of prize fighter. took 1t
upon himself openly to defy the officer,
exciaiming profanely that he'd be ID
il he ever enlisted TO do niger work.
The others laughed, and joined in the
revolt, until the captain ,nceremoni-
ously flung off his blouse thus diyest-
ing himself of every vestiGe Of rank,
and proceeded to enforce his authority.
Ii was a. battle royal, the soldiers
crowding eagerly about. and yelling
encouragement impartially first to one
combatant, and then another.
"Kick him in the ribs, SAM"
"Now, Abe, you've got him-crack
the d-n cuss' neck"
by golIy that's the way we do 1t in
| oil Salem" r..
Hes got yer now. Jenkins, he's got
| yer now-good boy, Abe"
Exactly what occurred could not
soc, but when the circle Of wildly ex.
cited men finally broke apart, the big
rebel was lying fat on his back in the
| yellow mud, and the irate officer was
indicating every inclination to press
him down out of sight.
! Hay ger he'd 'nough. Sam jon
kinsf he questioned breathlessly.
'sThen. blame ye. say So"
IAN right, Abe-yer've bested mo
this time"
xviii yer tote them pAsselsTS
The discounted jenkins, one OF
whose eyes was closed, and full OF
clay, attempted sickly grin.
III, yes" he admitted, I'D sure
admire ter dew It,"
The conqueror released his grip, and
stood up revealing his full height. and
reaching out for the discarded blouse,
quietly slipped 1t on. One of the Ad-
venturer's passengers, an officer IN
uniform. going ashore, another tall,
! spare man, had halted on the gang
| plank to watch the contest. Now he
stepped forward to greet the victor,
with smiling eyes and outstretched
| hand.
mot 80 badly done, captain" he
said cordially. IT am Lieut.. Jefferson
Davis Of General Atcheson's staff, and
may havena good word to sayfrsgard-
ing your efficiency some time."
4 The other wiped his clay-bespattered
fingers on hts dingy jean pants, 2and
| gripped the offered hand. s;,V
THANK ye. sir" he answered good
humoredly. I'm Abe Lincoln of sa-
lem. nlinoy, an I amt got but just one
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