Adventure, February 1917 — page 208: what you’re looking at

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206 looking for, and is sergeant-major now, and bucking for shoulder-straps. How about Chang and the hundred dollarsaad the imperiled magazine? Well, I helped the reformed Maitland with that affair, and I’m afraid we strained regula- tions a bit, too. While I was corraling Chang, Maitland stayed by his post and fished an Austrian out from under the ramparts, and we stood the two up together and managed to get the story out of them by threatening to turn them over to the guard. Each lega- tion had duplicate plans of every other legation’s defenses, and some of the Aus- trian soldiers had managed to get wise to ours. And they had thought it would be a great joke to bribe their way into our magazine, and leave a note there for our commanding officer telling him what fine incorruptible sentries he had. Maitland and me considered their crime =~ Adventure and punishment, and decided to indulge our own sense of humor a bit. Fellow con- spirators shouldn’t mind a change of rai- ment, so we made each strip bare as my hand, and then put on each other’s clothes. We sent Chang, dressed in the Austrian uniform, down the wall toward Hattamen, and the white man, dressed like a Chinese coolie, in the opposite direction toward Chin Men. There being no possible way they could find each other, we predicted for them great adventures. Which they probably had, but Chang never showed up again to tell us about it, and the Austrians were always secretive and sensitive about the matter. One thing though: enough leaked out about. that “night and the night before to set each garrison so laughing at themselves and at each other that in a week’s time the feud had blown over completely, and everybody was happy except Regan. TWO OPINIONS by ED. L.. CARSON . é The following “poem” appeared on the walls of the shack which did early duty as an office of the Dominion Telegraph line at a point near the headwaters of the Stikine River, B. C. I REALLY believe that He made all things good, But on taking a hike around Telegraph Creek, I think He was in a satirical mood, Or did it on All-Hallow Eve for a trick. —The Operator. E MAY be the truth which this brass-tapper spoke, But if he is right I will bet even money That if Telegraph Creek is considered a joke, The place we call hell must be screamingly funny. —The Lineman. .OOK (Co) EOMNIG