Daily Gazette And Comet

Nothing to Cut my Wit. - A young lieutenant of cavalry writing from his camp in Texas to the Washington National Intelligencer, gives an account of his rencontre with a Comanche. With a party of men the officer was pursuing some thieving Indians. He came up to a band and engaged with a lusty warrior who dropped from his horse and attempted to make his escape on foot, but says the lieutenant, "I dismounted and followed his moccasin track and finally came to a little precipice, down which I saw his red blanket, which he had dropped. Climbing down that I picked up and examined his blanket, I was then within six feet of him and did not know it. Seeing where he had jumped down another little descent by a ledge of rocks, I jumped down also, and in an instant he sprang upon me, leaping in the air and alighting with his breast upon my head. He had an arrow in his bow, the sharp point of which he placed against my breast, but, just as he shot, I struck one side and the arrow passed through the sleeve of my coat. Grappling with him I wrenched his bow out of his hands, and, taking my pistol, belabored him across his head and eyes. Finding, however that he pressed me so tight that I could not get a chance to cock my revolver, I dropped it; and, seizing him with both hands near the waist, raised him high above the ground tripped him, and fell with my whole weight upon him: but then I was in a quandary. Here was I on top, holding down, breast upon breast a live Comanche, and a very slippery one, with nothing to kill him with! Fortunately just then one of my men came up and assisted in holding him until I could get my pistol, when I soon sent him to his happy hunting ground to rejoin his companions."

That's about as vivid as prose generally gets to be. The idea of a young lieutenant throwing a Comanche over his head, and holding him down, until some one could come with a pistol to kill him; is now. We would not believe it, if anybody else had told the story. - This young lieutenant ought to be advanced to a Major Generalship. Where's Dr. Winship?