Judge — February 27, 1892 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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> JUDGE GOOD EVIDENCE. 6+ NOW then,” said Judge Sweetzer in a loud voice, “Mr. Baumgartner, you were present at this fray. Did Murphy the plaintiff seem carried away with excitement >" “Nein; he vos carriedt avay on two piece poardts mit his headt split oben all down his pack.” “That will do. You may stand down.” Atm HOW THEY CLEANED OUT IMKALFI, By Bloodyard Kipling. ‘Ees a bloomin’ bit er swagger, an’ ‘is pantalettes is blue; "Ts coat’s a cut of scarlet, wot ‘is galluses is too. Youse could ‘ammer hon ‘is ‘eavy ‘cad an’ niver drive hit through, Such a dandy is the bally British soldier.—Sarrack-room Ballads, T WAS at the end of a day of terrific, pitiless heat. ‘The hour was nine of an evening and the place was the fortress on Khemi river. More particularly I was in quarters. How I got through at that hour is a question only for the men at the gate and O'Toole, sergeant of the guard. TOO EXPANSIVE. Once when the Donegal Greens were at Anak—but that’s another story. Mr, Wash Jefferson sits for his photograph. The artist asks him to *' smile All that is the prologue. This is the tale: a little.” Unfortunately it was a card photograph. ‘he result when printed. “Did Hi iver tell yez of hour first trip ‘ere, sor?” said Mulcarthy, re- moving two bottles of gingerade from my fob-pocket. “Sure, yez didn’t, yez hulkin’ Oirish !" cried O'Neil from his cot. Mulcarthy swallowed a bottle of the stuff and drew the hairy back of his hand across his lips. “"Twor three years ago, sor, an’ we marched ‘ere hunder a swelterin’ sun, stark naked, ivery wan of us. Just as we got hunder cover a bloomin’ lot of Paythers began crackin’ hat us from hover the ‘ill there. ‘Hat ‘em! cries Sir Thompson, hangry like ‘cause ‘is teeth wor dryin’ hout o' ‘is suckets. So we hup an’ hat ‘em, an’ we gives hit to ‘em breast to breast. Ho! ‘twor a grant day for the rich- ment, sor. An‘ Hi see Sir Thompson ‘issel’ cuttin’ a ‘eathen’s ‘ead hoff an’ squecze the blood hinto ‘is ‘elmet, takin’ a big draf" of hit. **Ave a sup, lad," sez 'e bliged, Sir Thompson,’ sez Hi, ‘’Ere’s to your heye for a dukedom.’ An’, bedad! hit wasn't bad. “The next mornin’ ‘twas worser nor before, for, by me soul, sir, the rations ‘ad turned green wid the ‘eat. Hadded to this, sor, them ‘eathen wor hover the river playin’ the devil's tattoo wid hour dead, which same they ‘ad carried hoff wid ‘em. “Twor the first time the Donegal Greens ‘ad see their dead, an’ they wor mad to havenge ‘em. But Sir Thompson ‘ce sez to me, ‘ee sez? “Mulcarthy, me boy, wez been like brothers for tin years an’ Hi knows Hi can rely on youse. Takeadozen good men wid yez an’ clean hout Imkalfi beyon’ there. An’ remember, Mulcarthy, yez is a-fightin’ for the widdy an’ hold Halbion. Go quiet like, an’ don’t let the boys ‘ammer them ‘eavy ‘eels hon that ‘ard road." “An’, by me mother's soul, when we comes to the bloomin’ village, sor, there wor niver a soul in sight, barrin' five or six hold women wot we kilt for the ‘onor of the British harmy. When we done that we began of a-searchin’ round, heach man wid ‘is bally bayonet swingin’ hat ‘is legs dike a butcher's knife, an’ we found lashin’s of preserved camels an’ helephants an’ deer an’ iverythink helse yer can a-think hon, sor. So Ili gives the word, sor, an’ the boys gets to work—an’ that’s as ‘ow we cleans hout Imkalfi, sor.” And over the river came the terrific, pitiless heat! DE WITT STEERY, 5 Jvc (tho has found a dynamite cartridge from the laste expedition —" MNeap good brown sugar, my Wish-Wish, Me half, you half." FALSE DELICACY. art —""Vy pulls dey down dose buildings already yet it vas on acgount of dot Anthony Gomstock., Ile don’d like dose Eww: ‘The arrival five minutes later. naked valls, ain'd it?” comicbooks.com