You will remember that he spoke with enthusiasm of the "high old
times" he expected to have "running the Yankees out of Missouri." Well,
he had all the opportunities he wanted, but they were not brought about
just as he thought they were going to be.

The captain and his lieutenant were gone two days, and came back to
report that the steamers were all so busy with government business that
it would be a week or more before they could get transportation; but the
captain had left instructions with his cotton-factor who would keep his
eyes open, and telegraph him when to expect a boat at Baton Rouge
landing. In the meantime the harder they worked the less they would have
to learn when they reached the Army of the West. That very afternoon
they had a great surprise. The Rangers were going through a mounted
drill, acquitting themselves very creditably they thought, when some one
in the ranks became aware that they had a distinguished visitor in the
person of the Governor of the State, who sat in a carriage looking on.
Beside him was a little, dried-up, cross-looking man in fatigue cap and
soiled linen duster, who kept making loud and unfavorable comments upon
the drill, although he did not look as though he knew anything about it.
As soon as Captain Hubbard learned that the Governor was among the
spectators, he brought the Rangers into line and rode up to the carriage
and saluted.

"Well, captain," said the Governor, nodding in response to the salute.
"I am glad to see that you are hard at work and that your men are
rapidly improving. Have you a copy of your muster-roll handy?"

The captain replied that he had and the Governor continued--

"Then be good enough to produce it and hand it to this officer who will
muster you in. I am not going to let such a body of men as you are go
out of the State if I can help it."

"Shall I dismount the men, sir?" asked the captain, addressing the
cross-looking little man, who arose to his feet and shook himself
together as if he were getting ready for business.

"No," was the surly reply. "We'll drive up in front of the company and I
can call the roll while standing in the carriage. It'll not take ten
minutes and then you can go on with your drill. I see you need it bad
enough."

Captain Hubbard, who was so angry that he forgot to salute, wheeled his
horse and rode back to the company.

"Orderly," said he, in an undertone. "Get a copy of your muster-roll and
give it to that old curm