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them with the herd and the other in the stable, and th 
favourite chestnut of the lieutenant’s, a high-mettled, spl 
creature, happened this day to be at home. It was 
diately saddled. Carrol was quite young; he had only 
eighteen summers, and looked even younger, for his hai 
very fair, and he had not the least tinge of whisker on his s 
cheeks. I remember watching him spring with one 
from the ground into his saddle, wave his hand merrily 
many views I Hak to aan but my friend, Lieuten 
Lawson, could not remain long inactive. He was a 
character. Although very short, quite grey with 
not in the least like a military man, he was the game 
fellow I ever met. So fond of soldiering did he becon 
during the war, that he could not settle down again to b 
ness. Though one of the steadiest of men, and a rel 
man also, a great rarity out West, he actually left his g 
wife and family comfortably settled at Cincinnati, changed h 
social position from wholesale hardware merchant and 
colonel of volunteers to simple lieutenant in the regular 
and started to jom a Western regiment. The merest ¢ 
of a brush with the Indians was irresistible; so he o 
out his six men and their six jaded horses, and off they w 
down the winding road, and then away out of sight al 
pass. 
As the afternoon went by, most of the infantry retu 
twos and threes, and we were just sitting down to d 
when Lieutenant Lawson and his men rode into 
