I knew it was not a cheese, but said no more.

I stood up on the box, watched the firing like a man, and went quietly back into the quarters.

After retiring, I said, "You might just a swell tell me now, you will have to sooner or later, what was in the box--it had a dreadful sound, as it rolled away on the ground." "Well," said he, "if you must know, it was an Injun's head that the Doctor had saved, to take to Washington with him.

It had a sort of a malformed skull or jaw-bone or something.

But he left it behind--I guess it got a leetle to old for him to carry," he laughed.