author - "Richard Harding Davis"
The Junior Officers Of Fort Crockett Had Organized A Mess At The Post-Trader's. "And A Mess It Certainly Is," Said Lieutenant Ranson. The Dining-Table Stood Between Hogsheads Of Molasses And A Blazing Log-Fire, The Counter Of The Store Was Their Buffet, A Pool-Table With A Cloth, Blotted Like A Map Of The Great Lakes, Their Sideboard, And Indian Pete Acted As Butler. But None Of These Things Counted Against The Great Fact That Each Evening Mary Cahill, The Daughter Of The Post-Trader,
The Junior Officers Of Fort Crockett Had Organized A Mess At The Post-Trader's. "And A Mess It Certainly Is," Said Lieutenant Ranson. The Dining-Table Stood Between Hogsheads Of Molasses And A Blazing Log-Fire, The Counter Of The Store Was Their Buffet, A Pool-Table With A Cloth, Blotted Like A Map Of The Great Lakes, Their Sideboard, And Indian Pete Acted As Butler. But None Of These Things Counted Against The Great Fact That Each Evening Mary Cahill, The Daughter Of The Post-Trader,