On the Trail of Geronimo — page 109: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 99 spurs in the great civil war, and no braver officer ever rushed into the swirl of battle with never a thought of personal peril. He despised a coward as he did a rattlesnake. It was said of him that in the flerce struggle of the Wilderness, he saw one of his own lieutenants shrinking behind a tree. The officer stopped, swerved aside trom the charge he was making, just long enough to strike him down, when he rode on as coolly as though noth ing had happened, and won his promotion that day. The captain was a man of few words, and he never opened his mouth until Dick ended his story. “ Boys,” said he, turning to his men, “three cheers for Lieutenant Dick Whitcomb of our com- pany. And weren’t they given with a will? The out- burst thrilled the blushing youth from the crown of his head to the sole of his feet. He removed his cap and bowed his acknowledgments, too much agitated to speak more than a word or two of — thanks. From the moment he left the East for his long ride to this frontier post in the Southwest, where he had been ordered to report, there had been CoOmlcoooks (C(O) mM