A STORY WITHOUT A MORAL.

On my return journey from Washington City in 1863, when traveling in the

stage coach with driver and two other passengers, we halted for supper

and a change of animals at a village seventy miles north of Fort Craig,

where, falling in with some officers who had served with me during the

then recent campaign, I accompanied them to their tents and there became

so interested in telling and hearing stories that I forgot all about

time and the stage went forward without me. I was the more to blame for

this thoughtlessness because I was at the time bearing important

official dispatches.

With many regrets and self-reproaches and good resolutions for the

future, I procured a Government horse and started alone for Fort Craig,

riding all night. I arrived at Fort Craig in due time safe and well, but

learned that the stage coach had been attacked by Indians and that the

driver and two passengers had been killed. It is certainly right to

teach schoolboys (as I did forty years ago) that promptness,

perseverance, diligence and watchfulness will greatly increase their

chances for success, but is it right to teach them that by these means

or by any other means they can _command_ success? But I am not writing

moral philosophy or solving riddles.

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