United States or Colombia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


"Service!" shouted the angry Bonnet. But as it was of no use to say anything more upon this subject, he ordered the sailing-master to send to him, first, Ben Greenway, and then to summon to him, no matter where they might be or what they might be doing, the whole crew. The other, surprised at this order, objected that all of the men could not leave their posts, but Bonnet overruled him.

So it happened, that after some weeks of confinement Greenway was let out of the watch-house and allowed to find quarters for himself. The first day the Scotchman was free he went to the provost-marshal's house and petitioned an interview with his old master, Bonnet. "Heigho!" cried the latter, who was comfortably seated in a chair reading a letter. "And where do you come from, Ben Greenway?

He had brought books, too, with him into the wilderness, and from Washington's diary we find that during his sojourn here he was diligently reading the history of England, and the essays of the Spectator. Such was Greenway Court in these its palmy days.

Captain Dimmick, now in command of the Ninth, was bringing it forward; Captain McBlain had a number of Rough Riders mixed in with his troop, and led them all together; Captain Taylor had been severely wounded. The long-legged men like Greenway, Goodrich, sharp-shooter Proffit, and others, outstripped the rest of us, as we had a considerable distance to go.

"Ben Greenway," exclaimed Major Bonnet, "I don't like your manner of speech." "O' course ye don't," cried Ben; "an' I didna expect ye to like it; but it is the solemn truth for a' that." "I don't want any of your solemn truths," said Bonnet, "and as soon as I get a chance I am going to send you home to your barnyard and your cows." "No' so fast, Master Bonnet, no' so fast," answered Ben.

She paused, and then remarked meditatively: "I went down to visit in New York once." "Didn't you enjoy your visit?" Maxwell inquired. "New York's my home-city." "Can't say I did, awful much. You see, I was visitin' Sally Ramsdale Sally Greenway that was. They were livin' in an apartment, ninth floor up. In the first place, I didn't like goin' up stairs in the elevator.

"To-morrow, some time," was the answer, "but I must first go around among the men and let them know what's coming." "And how about Ben Greenway? Has the old man asked for him yet?" "No," said the other; "he thinks, of course, that the Scotchman has gone ashore with the young woman. What else could he do, being a faithful servant?

Is it true that I shall never go on board my good ship again?" And with this he spread his arms upon the table and laid his head upon them. He felt as if his career was ended and his heart broken. Ben Greenway said no more to comfort him, but at that moment he himself was the happiest man on the Caribbean Sea. He seated himself in the little dirty cabin, and his soul saw visions.

At one time, as I was out of touch with that part of my wing commanded by Jenkins and O'Neill, I sent Greenway, with Sergeant Russell, a New Yorker, and trooper Rowland, a New Mexican cow-puncher, down in the valley to find out where they were. To do this the three had to expose themselves to a very severe fire, but they were not men to whom this mattered.

But this time he had a surprise the surprise of his life, in fact for coming alongside the Greenway steps and telling whoever 'twas to hurry up, a voice from above bade him to moor the boat, and come and lend a hand with a box. "'Twill be a shilling more if you've got a box," said Jimmy, and the man up top answered. "You can charge what you please."