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    Harper's Round Table, September 10, 1895
    Harper's Round Table, September 10, 1895
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    Harper's Round Table, September 10, 1895

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      Title: Harper's Round Table, September 10, 1895

      Author: Various

      Release Date: July 11, 2010 [EBook #33135]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, SEPTEMBER 10, 1895 ***

      Produced by Annie McGuire

      Copyright, 1895, by Harper & Brothers. All Rights Reserved.

      HOW REDDY GAINED HIS COMMISSION.

      BY CAPTAIN CHARLES A. CURTIS, U.S.A.

      Part I.

      Guard-mounting was over. The commanding officer in the Adjutant's office was occupied with the daily routine business of a frontier post. At tables near him sat the Post-Adjutant, the acting Sergeant-Major, and a soldier clerk, writing and making up the semi-weekly mail for the post-office beyond the neighboring river.

      Upon a bench outside the door, serving his tour as office orderly, lounged a boy musician. He leaned listlessly against the wall of the building, apparently oblivious to the grandeur of the views around him. To the south, across an undulating plain, seventy miles away, were the twin Spanish Peaks. To the west, the Cuerno Verde range let itself down to the plain by a succession of lesser elevations, terminating in rounded foot-hills, forty miles distant. Eighty miles to the northwest the forest and granite clad form of Pikes Peak towered in majesty.

      The fort was occupied by a troop of cavalry and a company of infantry, the Captain of the infantry being in command. This officer was now attaching his signature to various military documents. When the last paper was signed the young orderly entered, and, standing at attention before the Captain, said,

      Sir, my mother would like to speak to the commander.

      Very well, Maloney; take these papers to the quartermaster and the surgeon, and tell your mother to come in.

      The orderly departed, and soon after a ruddy-faced and substantial-featured daughter of Erin entered, her sleeves rolled above her elbows, and her vigorous hands showing the soft, moist, and wrinkled appearance that indicates recent and long-continued contact with the contents of the wash-tub. Dropping a courtesy, she said,

      Can the commanding officer spare me a few minutes of his toime?

      With pleasure. Sergeant Major, place a chair for Mrs. Maloney, said Captain Bartlett.

      Oi want to spake a worrud about me b'y Teddy, sor.

      What is it about your son? Does he need disciplining?

      Seating herself upon the edge of the proffered chair, the Irish woman clasped her moist hands in her hip, and said, "Small doubt but he nades disciplining, Captain: but it is of the great danger to his loife in carryin' th' mail oi want t' spake."

      "A mother's nervous fear, perhaps. He's an excellent horseman. You are not afraid he will be thrown?

      Oh, not at ahl, at ahl, sor. He sthicks to the muel loike a bur-r-r. I belave no buckin' baste can throw 'im. It's that roarin' river oi'm afeared of. The min at the hay-camp, whose business it is to row the mail acrass the strame, let Teddy and Reddy do it, do ye know, sor, and oi fear in the prisint stage of the wather, and the dispisition of the b'ys to be larkin' in the boat, they'll overset it, and be dhrowned.

      Are you quite sure the boys use the boat? asked the Captain.

      Iv'ry mail-day for the last two wakes, sor.

      And you really think them in danger, Mrs. Maloney? I am sure they both swim.

      That's jist it, sor! They're not contint to row quiately over loike min, but they must thry all sorts of antics with th' boat. 'Rowin' aich other round' is one of 'em. Whin oi spake about it they says they can swim. Small chance aven a good swimmer would have in that roarin' river, with its quicksands, its snags, and its bars.

      Well, I will order the hay-camp detail to do the boating hereafter, Mis. Maloney; so you need have no further anxiety.

      Thank you, sor. It's no liss than oi expicted from a koindly and considerate gintleman loike th' Captain. Oi hope you'll overlook a mother's anxiety and worrimint over her only b'y. It's not mesilf would be interfarin' with the commanding officer's duties, but oi knowed that you niver mint for Reddy and Teddy to be rowin' that bit of a skift, whin it belonged to the min at the hay-camp to do the same. Good-day, sor, and many thanks for your kindness, Captain. And with much ceremonious leave-taking the laundress backed out of the office and hurried back to her tubs.

      Mr. Dayton, said the commanding officer, write Corporal Duffey to hereafter allow no person not a member of his party to row the mail-boat across the river, unless he brings authority from this office.

      Yes, sir.

      The letter had been written and sealed when Teddy returned, having changed the full-dress coat and helmet of guard-mounting for a blouse, forage-cap, and leather leggings. Nearly an hour before his drum had rattled an exhilarating accompaniment to the fife, as the guard of twelve privates and three non-commissioned officers marched in review and turned off to the guard-house. Now he stood at the door with spurred heels and gauntleted hands, ready to receive the mail-pouch and ride his little zebra-marked mule to the crossing, two miles from the fort.

      The Sergeant-Major handed him the pouch and the letter addressed to the corporal, with this injunction:

      You are to deliver this letter to Corporal Duffey at the hay-camp, and he will give you some instructions which you are to carefully obey.

      Slinging the pouch over his shoulder, and tucking the letter under his waist-belt, the boy went to his mule behind the office, mounted, and rode away. Passing the quarter-master's corral, another boy, similarly attired, and mounted on a piebald mustang, dashed out with a whoop, and the two went cantering down the slope to the meadow below.

      Arriving side by side at a soapweed which marked the southern limit of the river-bottom, the boys put their beasts to the height of their speed, and rode for a dead cottonwood which raised its bleached and barkless branches beside the road three hundred yards beyond.

      This stretch was raced over every mail-day, with varying victory for horse and mule. To-day the mule reached the tree half a length ahead, and Teddy was consequently in high glee.

      Ah, Reddy, my boy! he shouted. Eight times to your six! Better swap that pony for a mule, if you want to stand any chance with Puss!

      Pshaw! You were nearly a length ahead when we reached the soapweed, and I almost made it up. Bronc can beat Puss any time when they start even.

      I should say so! with great disdain. How about that day when you got off a length and a half ahead, and I led you half a neck at the Cottonwood?

      You mean the day Bronc got a stone in his shoe? Of course he couldn't run then.

      The two young soldiers rode on at an easy canter, warmly disputing, for the hundredth time, over the merits of their well-matched animals.

      Redmond Carter was the fifer, as Edward Maloney was the drummer, of the infantry company. The latter, the son of a laundress, was a graceful and soldierly boy, dark-complexioned, with black eyes and hair, who bestrode his mule with easy confidence, riding like a Cossack. The other boy, a blond-haired, blue-eyed lad of the same age, quite as tall, but more delicately built, showed less reckless activity in the saddle, but he was a fine and graceful equestrian nevertheless. He had enlisted a year before, in Philadelphia, naming that city as his residence; but certain peculiarities of speech led Captain Bartlett to believe him a New-Englander. He used better language than his fellows, and it seemed he had received good school advantages before entering the army.

      For instance, one day when it was Carter's turn to be office orderly, while sitting at the door he overheard Captain Bartlett, who was writing a private letter, ask the Adjutant, "How does that Latin quotation run, Dayton—'Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes,'

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