_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?" "That?" said the soldier addressed. "That's Captain Ransom. It's good times the kids'll be having now." "B'long to your rigiment?"