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Updated: June 13, 2025
"But your mutilations are so many orders of valor; they are the ineffaceable laurels which victory places on a brave man's brow." A slight flush overspread the sallow face of the ex-soldier, and his eyes sought the floor. Eugene contemplated him for several moments with the sympathy even the respect which a military man feels for extraordinary bravery, as attested by such wounds as these.
We were always ready enough to feel a glow at the achievements of our arms; but till lately we were prone to reckon the individual soldier as a social pariah, and to regard the fact of a man's having served in the ranks as a brand of discredit. To this estimate, it must be allowed, the ex-soldier himself very often contributed not a little.
"I know exactly what you're going to say and I admit your right to say it, but as ahem! Harumph-h-h! now, Skinner, listen to reason. How the devil could you have the heart to reject that crippled ex-soldier? There he stood, on one sound leg, with his sleeve tucked into his coat pocket and on his homely face the grin of an unwhipped, unbeatable man.
She looked up and discovered her father slipping into the chair so lately vacated by the object of her thoughts. "'Lo, pop! You mean the ex-soldier?" He nodded. "Queerest man I've ever met. But he is pleasant company." "I thought so. Tell me, daughter: What you were smiling about just now." "He said he knew why young turkeys are hard to raise in the fall." "Why are they?" "I don't know, dear.
The ex-soldier, who was engaged in ridding himself of his knapsack, straightened himself, and asked with his arms set akimbo: "WHAT is it that is so splendid?" For a moment or two the newcomer merely eyed the squat figure of his questioner a figure upon which hung drab shreds as lichen hangs upon a stone. Then he said with a smile: "Cannot you see for yourself?
There are living three eye-witnesses of what happened at that time: Frank and George Coe, ranchers on the Ruidoso to-day, and Johnnie Patten, cook on Carrizzo ranch. Patten was an ex-soldier of H Troop, Third Cavalry, and was mustered out at Fort Stanton in 1869. At the time of the Roberts fight, he was running the sawmill for Dr. Blazer.
If I could but feel sure that life in the next world will be like life here, I would pray to God: 'For Christ's sake take my soul at the earliest conceivable moment." "What might suit YOU would not suit ME," Vasili thoughtfully observed. "I would not always live such a life as this. I might do so for a time, but not in perpetuity." "Ah, but never have you worked hard," grunted the ex-soldier.
Suddenly, while we were proceeding along the causeway by the side of the rivulet, he turned to us, and said, as he nodded towards the sportively coursing water: "Look at the matchmaker!" The ex-soldier hoisted his bleached eyebrows, and gazed around him for a moment in bewilderment. Then he whispered: "The fool!"
His eyes were fully open, and for the second time I perceived that one of them was larger than the other. The ex-soldier, seated near Vasili's shoulder, stirred the fire with a bit of charred stick, and sent sparks of gold flying to join the midges which were gliding to and fro over the blaze.
Of humane instincts, and yet a firm disciplinarian, well educated, competent to give good advice and able to gain the affections and confidences of those amongst whom they work, is the type of person required. The ex-soldier or the ex-policeman is just the man who is NOT wanted. The advantages of this system Miss E. P. Hughes thus sums up: Firstly.
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