ROSTER OF OFFICERS
SERVING WITH THE FIFTH CAVALRY IN THE BIG HORN AND YELLOWSTONE EXPEDITION OF 1876.
Colonel Wesley Merritt, Brevet Major-General.
Lieutenant-Colonel Eugene A. Carr, Brevet Major-General.
Major John J. Upham.
Major Julius W. Mason, Brevet Lieutenant-Colonel.
Captain Edward H. Leib, Brevet Lieutenant-Colonel.
Captain Samuel S. Sumner, Brevet Major.
Captain Emil Adam.
Captain Robert H. Montgomery.
Captain Sanford C. Kellogg, Brevet Lieutenant-Colonel.
Captain George F. Price.
Captain Edward M. Hayes.
Captain J. Scott Payne.
Captain Albert E. Woodson.
Captain Calbraith P. Rodgers.
First Lieutenant Bernard Reilly, Jr.
First Lieutenant Wm. C. Forbush, A.A.G. Cavalry Brigade.
First Lieutenant Charles King, Adjutant.
First Lieutenant William P. Hall, Quartermaster.
First Lieutenant Walter S. Schuyler, A.D.C. to General Crook.
Second Lieutenant Charles D. Parkhurst.
Second Lieutenant Charles H. Watts (until July, when disabled).
Second Lieutenant Edward W. Keyes.
Second Lieutenant Robert London.
Second Lieutenant George O. Eaton (until August 24th, disabled August 10th).
Second Lieutenant Hoel S. Bishop.
Lieutenant Wm. C. Hunter, U.S.N. ("Brevet Commodore").
Second Lieutenant Robt. H. Young, 4th Inf., A.D.C. to General Merritt.
Second Lieutenant J. Hayden Pardee, 23d Inf., A.D.C. to General Merritt.
Second Lieutenant Satterlee C. Plummer, 4th Inf., with Co. "I."
Acting Assistant Surgeon J. W. Powell.
CAPTAIN SANTA CLAUS.
There was unusual commotion in the frontier mining town when the red stage, snow-covered and storm-beaten, lurched up in front of the Bella Union and began to disgorge passengers and mail. The crowd on the wooden sidewalk was of that cosmopolitan type which rich and recently discovered "leads" so surely attract—tough-looking miners; devil-may-care cow-boys with rolling hat-brims and barbaric display of deadly weapons; a choice coterie of gamblers with exaggerated suavity of manners; several impassive Chinamen (very clean); several loafing Indians (very dirty); a brace of spruce, clean-shaven, trim-built soldiers from the garrison down the valley; and the inevitable squad of "beats" with bleary eyes and wolfish faces infesting the doorways of the saloons, sublimely trustful of a community that had long ceased to trust them, and scenting eleemosynary possibilities in each new-comer.
But while the arrival of the stage was a source of perennial excitement in the business centre of Argentopolis, the commotion on this occasion was due to the tumultuous welcome given by a mob of school-children to a tall, bronzed, fiercely moustached party the instant he stepped, fur-clad, from the dark interior. Such an array of eager, joyous little faces one seldom sees. Big boys and wee maidens, they threw themselves upon him with shrill clamor and enthusiastic embraces, swarming about his legs as, with twinkling eyes and genial greeting, he lifted the little ones high in air and kissed their dimpled cheeks, and shook the struggling boys heartily by the hand, and was pulled this way and that way until eventually borne off in triumph towards the spickspan new shop, with its glittering white front and alluring display of fruit, pastry, and confectionery, all heralded forth under the grandiloquent but delusive sign, "Bald Eagle Bakery."
Upon this tumultuous reception Argentopolis gazed for some moments in wondering silence. When the transfer of the children and their willing captive to a point some dozen yards away rendered conversation a possibility, the spokesman of the sidewalk committee shifted his quid, and formulated in frontier phrase the question which seemed uppermost in the public mind:
"Who 'n thunder's that?"