The Raymer enterprise., 1920-03-25
CHAPTER xI.-continueu.

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II was about the middle Of the fol.
lowing afternoon when the Adventurer
poked her blunt nose around a point Of
land. and came into full view Of the
squaIid hamlet OF Yellow Banks. A
half-hour later we lay snuggled up
against the shore, holding position
amid several other boats made fast
10 stout trees. busIly unloading, and
their broad gangplanks stretching from
forward deck to bank. The roust-
sbouts began unloading cargo At once.
steady stream OF men, black and
white. burdened with whatever load
they could snatch up. moving on an
endless run across the stiff plank. and
up the low bank to The drler summit.
II CHANGED 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
lily. 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-looking iot-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 prowess.
We had an excellent illustration Of
this soon after tying up at the landing.
A tall. Iank. ungalnly officer, with a
face so distinctly homely as to instant
ly 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 promlscuously 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
incipient mutiny. an outstanding bully
with the jaw OF prize fighter. took It
upon himself openly to defy the officer,
excIaimIng profanely that he'd be d-d
II he ever enlisted to do niger work
The others laughed, and joined In the
revolt, until the captain nnceremoni-
ously flung OF his blouse. thus divest.
Ing himself Of every vestlge of rank.
and proceeded TO enforce his authority
II was battle royal. the soldiers
crowdlng eagerly about. and yelling
encouragement lmpartially first to one
combatant. and then another.
Kick him 10 the ribs. SAINT"
snow. Abe, you've got him-crack
the d--n cuss' neck"
by golly that's the way we do II In
OIL Salem"
He's got yer now. Jenkins. he's got
yer now-good boy. Abe"
Exactly what occurred I could not
see, but when the circle OF wildly ex.
cited men finally broke apart. the big
rebel was lying fiat on his back In the
yellow mud. and the lrate officer was
indicating every inclination to press
him down out OF sight.
"Hav yer he'd 'nough Sam Jen.
klnsT he questioned breathlessly
'"Then. blame ye. say So"
"All right. Abe-yer'ye bested me
this time"
"Will yer tote them passels7"
The discounted jenkins, one OF