Not long after the cavalry came up,
whereupon Sir IIarry addresses them,
too, in turn: "AltAh! the cavalry ! yes,
the cavalry. Aba! you are the bos:
vou are the lucky fellows; none of
your foot-sore, tired, dusty infantry
men, but a smart chap with n horse, a
real gentleman; yes, you are the fel
lows fiur me: fresh as larks: that's it:
go along. The carglrymuan is a lucky
fellow"
Mule-Riding for Love.
Did you ever ride a mule? I don't
mean a civiliz lcreature accustomed
to good societa but a wild steed of
the plains brought up on grass and
rattleAnakes, and accustomed to ca
vort regardless of the Constitution as
amenfed or the rights of man. Mules
are pretty much alike the world over,
,only the Texan mule is a little more
so..
I rode one the other day and I'm
going to tell you about it. It won't
be very wellwritten, because my right
arm l s been in a sling and I have
more bruises than bones. You see I
fell in love with a girl-deep as a
forty-foot well-I mean imy love not
the gfil-she isn't deep a bit-and as
my luck would. have it, another fel
low fill about $he same distance at
the same tipe.
He's not a bad looking chap and
wears store-clothes on week days.
lid parts his hair in i he middle and
pils it. up with bergamot and cinna
mon. Hq has his name printed on
pieces of pasteboard, and drops them
round, pxomiscously, for fear people
might forget" that A. Browne Swivel
wadn'tiabout. I had to acknowledge
the fact that between this fellow and
myself, in the affections of the divine
Araminta, it was nip and tuck, with
the dog a little ahead.
