Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 22 June 1894 — Page 6

By CHAELES B. LEWIS (M QUAD),

[Copyright. by American Press Association.!

CHAPTER IV.

".Vow, then, Ood speed you

If the noise of the battle is deafening, the silence which follows is oppressive. There is more menace in silence when peril threatens than in the roar of cannon.

As night .shut down over the beleaguered white men on the little plateau a few boasted and exulted over the successful defense, but the greater portion were silent and anxious.

The red man is a wild beast of higher type than the tiger, but he has all the instincts and characteristics of the dreaded animal. The tiger sleeps by day and roams abroad when darkness comes. The Indian does the same when left to his own will if circumstances do not prevent. His vision at night is ani-mal-like and his scent is keener when the sun goes down.

The captain passed around the fortification as soon as the firing died away to see what loss had been sustained. One man and two horses had been slightly wounded. He gave orders that one-half of them should prepare themselves such a meal as it was possible to get without a fire, and then go back to the breastworks and relieve the other half. There was no danger of an immediate attack. The Indians had received a setback which would dampen their ardor for several hours to come.

Bess had retreated to the wagons, and the men were enthusiastic in praise of her courage. Three or four of them had witnessed her exhibition of nerve, and every one was determined to shake hands and bestow a few words of commendation. While they were so engaged Joe slipped quietly over the breastworks and lifted the warrior she had shot into the inclosure. He was an athletic young fellow, wearing the feathers of a subchief, and the look of fury and hate had not yet faded from his face. When he brought the feathers to Bess he said: "There's none among ITS ever made a better shot. Ho was a leader among them." "But I'm so sorry I had to do it," she pleaded. "Oh, if they'd only leave us alone or be at peace! Think of my talcing human life!" "And I'm afraid the worst is not over,'' whispered Joe. "I know the devils. They'll never leave us until they have our scalps. You may havo to shoot others."

The girl burst into tears at the thought, but quickly brushing them away she said "Their blood be upon their own heads. -My mother u!_ul a rifle against the rebellious Sepoys when attacked, and I 6hould be ashamed if 1 did not help in my own defense here."

When all had broken their fast the captain whispered to Joe and two others whom he knew to be experienced in Indian warfare, and as they crouched down under the shelter of the breastworks he said: "I've got my idea about this thing, but I want to counsel with you. First and foremost, there's anywhere from two hundred to two hundred and fifty redskins around us." "Fully three hundred," replied Joe "They attempted to ride over us. but were soundly thrashed," continued the captain. "If there were only one hundred they'd pull up stakes and tackle us farther on, but this big crowd won't think of such a move. We've got the wliiprow on 'em in one sense, but before tomorrow night every tongue will be parched with thirst. If they hold us here three days we'll be drinking the blood of the horses, in a week we'll be madmen. Now, then, who has anything to say?"

Not a voice answered for a long minute, and then it was Joe who reDlied: "There's only one string to hang a hope on. If we can get help to beat 'em off we are saved for the time. If we can't we must go under." "W hy not mount the horse and make a dash for it, leaving the outfit in their hands?" queried one of the men. "How many would live to get twenty miles away, do you think? Not one! The Indians would ride over us in no time. 1 tell you, boys, we have got into a bad row, and 1 must confess that 1 can't see any way out of it. But what's your string, Joe?" "The day we left Brule City 1 saw a man who had come down from Fort Sully," replied the young man. "He said that troops had been ordered forward to protect emigrants and that a number of gold seekers, hunters and trappers would start with the soldiers. If that body of men followed the Big Cheyenne, which of course they would do up to the forks, and if they started two days behind us as they were to. where should they be now?" "Being in..anted as we are, and having three or four wagons at least, they'd make about our distance. The forks are not over twenty miles away, and they may be there tonight or not get up for another day yet. But how are we to get help from them?" "'Let them know of our peril." 'Can anv of us flv?"

"No, but we can walk and run and ride. One of us must be out of here within an hour on the way to the forks. He must find the men from Sully and bring 'em down on the rear of this tribe of redskins." "A rabbit couldn't make his way through the circle the demons have formed about us," replied the captain in tones of dejection. "But a man of my size can and will!'' exclaimed Joe. "1 know the risks, but the game is worth it. If I lose my scalp it will only be two or three days in advance of the rest of you. If I get through 1 shall save you all."

The right hand of every man went out to him in the darkness, but it was two long minutes before the captain said: '1 wouldn't ask it of you, Joe, but if you will volunteer we'll pray to God to spare your life. Your success is the only thing that will save us, What is your plan?" '1 can speak a few words of the dialect of almost any tribe in the west,'' replied Joe, "and 1 shall strip that dead body for a disguise. 1 can't hope to get out unperceived, but I hope to be taken for an Indian long enough to get through the lines."

The knowledge of what Joe proposed to do was kept from the majority of the men. The body of the dead warrior was dragged among the wagons, stripped of its buckskin suit, and in the course of half an hour the young hunter was ready to tako his leave. He had transformed himself into an Indian, so far as outward appearances went, and the men were more hopeful of his plan. The captain and a couple of the men accompanied him to the north side of the inclosure, and after a cautious survey of the grounds outside Joe whispered: "It is as 1 hoped for more than half the bodies have already been removed. The redskins must be made to think 1 am one of the party engaged in the work. 1 am all ready. Any special word, captain?" "No. If you find the party they will help us out of our fix. If they do not catch us napping or rush us too often we can hold out here for a week, but every one will have to drink blood after tomorrow. If you do not return we'll know that you could not find the party. Now, then, God speed you!"

Joe softly mounted the breastworks, tomahawk in hand, dropped to the earth outside and a minute later was lost sight of in the darkness. The three men left behind listened with bated breath.

Joe must enter the gully filled with Indians. If his disguise was penetrated and he was made prisoner the fact would be announced by whoops of rejoicing.

The silence would have been that of the grave but for the chirp of the crickets. The men could hear each other's heart beat as they leaned against each other and listened for an alarm.

One—two—three—four—five minutes dragged away. It is when a man's life is at stake that the minutes pass like lightning flashes or drag like eternities.

Six—seven—eight—nine—ten! Joe must have reached the gully ere this. If not suspected at the first go off he would not be suspected at all.

Five minutes more passed away, and the captain drew along breath of relief and whispered: "He will get through. Let us thank God!"

The night was starlight, but a sort of fog hung in the air, and if the Indians made a night attack they could not be seen until close up to the breastworks. The captain no sooner felt that Joe was well launched on his perilous errand than he returned to the men and issued his orders for the night.

Tke Indians had suffered such a severe loss that they might not attempt to carry the fort by storm again, even under shelter of the darkness, but no precautions must be neglected. That their loss had discouraged them and resulted in retreat was not to be hoped for. It would render them more determined to have the scalp of every man in the train.

An Indian who learns caution from being repulsed becomes more dangerous than before. Instead of the tiger's rush it becomes the advance of the serpent.

Ferocity is temporarily replaced by cunning and strategy, and he may be feared at a dozen points instead of one. "Watch! Listen! Be alert!"'were the captain's orders. "Not one Indian must reach the breastworks if we would let tomorrow's sun tind our scalps on our heads!"

And by and by the camp grew quiet and the night began to drag its slow length away.

CHAPTER V.

Let us follow Joe as he leaves the rocky breastworks and creeps forward in the darkness.

The Indian never leaves his dead in the hands of an enemy if it can be avoided. It is not chivalry which induces him to peril his life to remove a dead body, but superstition. As soon as night fell preparations were made to secure the dead scattered on the slope. Half of the bodies had been removed when Joe made his start.

There was but one chance of his working through the lines, and he was taking it. Before he had crept twenty feet he found himself beside the body of a warrior, as ho hoped and expected to. He seized it by the arm and began pulling it toward the gully. When half the distance had been accomplished he was joined by a warrior who came up from behind and seized the other arm and said "1 thought it was my brother, but he must be farther up."

Joe uttered a grunt in reply, and the two dragged the body to the brink of the gulf. There other hands received it, and as it was lifted down to be borne away for burial Joe passed along with the three or four warriors in charge. No one seemed to give him particular notice. There were only a few Indiana in the gully, the main force having withdrawn temporarily farther to the north.

As Joe followed tne body down the gully he met several Indians coming up to help remove the dead, but he had not

gone'over two hundred feet-when' a break in the right bank offered him an opportunity to leave the big ditch. He scrambled out at once and dropped to his hands and knees and crawled away in the darkness.

Ho had passed the gully, which had been considered the great point of danger, and now to get the lay of the ground about him and seek to discover if there was another circle of Indians! Creeping forward as silently as a rabbit he ascended a ridge from which he could make observations.

The Indians were carrying off their dead—a portion of them—while the others had built fires behind another ridge and were cooking their meat, They seemed assured that the white men would make no move to assume the offensive, and the repulse had evidently demoralized them for the time being.

The way to the north and the west was unobstructed so far as the scout could determine in the darkness, and after a bit In moved forward, having no other object in view than to cover the twenty miles between him and the forks of the Cheyenne as soon as possible. He was carefully picking his way to the northwest, neglecting no precaution until he should be certain that he was beyond the lines, when ho suddenly came upon a dozen or more Indian ponies bunched in a hollow where the dampness had brought forth a growth of sweet grass. Two or three were hobbled, but the rest were free, and after creeping clear around the circle Joe failed to find a guard. If one had been left he had temporarily abandoned his post.

The Indian's horse and dog are like the Indian himself. They hate the white man. Although Joe's disguise had carried him through the Indians his scent betrayed him to the horses at once, and as he crept nearer, those which were unfettered moved away. The scout knew the characteristics of the animals, and he lost no time. From a heap of saddles, blankets and lariats he seized a rawhide rope and made a dash for one of the hobbled ponies, making off as fast as his situation would permit. In a couple of minutes he got the rope around the pony's neck and looped it into his mouth and then he had him. It was not more than five minutes work to cast off the hobbles and arrange blanket and saddle, and then he led the animal out of the hollow and over the ridge and away into the darkness until he felt safe in mounting him. The beast fought hard for a few minutes, knowing that it was all wrong, but the strong arms and the hard heels of the scout finally humbled him, and he went off through the darkness at a gait which would have distanced pursuit had it been attempted.

Up one ridge—down the other side— up and down—never a change in the lay of the ground for miles and miles, bat holding as straight for the forks as the needle of the compass could point.

Hunters in the woods have their signs and need no compass. The hunters and scouts on the plains seem to divine by intuition. To the average eye the great plains are a trackless waste. To the scout they are an open book. Blindfold him and lead him in circles for an hour, and when the hoodwink is removed he will give the compass points without Hesitation.

And an Indian has the instincts of a fish or wild animal. The panther or wolf may be driven from his lair aud pursued for miles, but he can return to it by the shortest route. Lead an Indian blindfolded a hundred miles from any familiar point and turn him loose and his eyes will instinctively turn in the direction of home.

As Joe rode forward through! the gloom of night he had no fear that he would come out above or below the forks. His only anxiety was that he might fail in finding the party. Suppose it had pushed ahead faster than he had figured! Suppose it was still two or three days away! Suppose the order to set out had been countermanded!

The pony went forward through the darkness at a steady gait, seeming never to tire, and after midnight the character of the country began to change. Instinct told the scout that he was approaching the forks. If the party were there there

Vvould be a score of signs to show it before coining within rifle range. At the distance of a mile away Joe pulled his horse down to a walk and thus went forward, listening with bated breath for some sound to locate the camp.

The soft footsteps of his horse alone broke the mighty silence. Not so much as the chirp of a cricket came to him from out the darkness.

When yet half a mile from the forks Joe's heart sank within him. if there Xvas a camp near at hand his horso should make some sign. The Indian's dog and pony are his sentinels as he sleeps.

There was a grove of cottonwoods at the forks, and around and about was grass in plenty. It was the spot for a camp, but there was no camp. The scout advanced at a steady walk until he reached the edge of the grove unchallenged. That settled it. The party had not arrived. He almost cried out in his disappointment, and for the next few minutes he knew not what to do. "They may have passed here no longer ago than noon," he finally argued with himself, "or they may be only half a day's march to the east. I must wait for daylight to determine."

He had no i'ear of Indians here. Every redskin for fifty miles around had been called in to make up the force now besieging the train. The pony was watered and staked out. and then the scout penetrated the grove a short distance and flung himself down is sleep. In ten minutes he was sleeping like a child. Therein lies the secret of the endurance of the plaiumen. They drill themselves in sleeping. No opportunity to sleep for even a quarter of an hour is ever neglected. In Custer's battles with the red men his scouts slept in the deep snow with the thermometer at zero while waiting for daylight and the opening of the battle of Wichita.

Nothing occurred to create an alarm or disturb the scout's slumbers, and

with the nrst signs or aawn ne was on his feet. A quarter of an hour later he was beating back and forth for signs of the white party. Ten minutes' search satisfied him. It had not passed. No one, white or red, had passed the forks within three days. Joe had no food, and as his rifle had been left behind the prospect of procuring fresh meat was anything but encouraging. Anxiety offsets hunger, however.

At the east end of the grove was a tall cottonwood standing alone. Joe mounted to its very top to make an observation. The country to the northeast was rolling, with timber along the course of the rivet* but after scanning the country as closely as possible the scout descended with the conviction that no considerable body of men war. within twenty miles of liim. Had the party from Fort Sully been within fifteen miles of him he could have detected the smoke of their morning campfires.

Should he wait? No! His impatience was too great, He had left the beleaguered wagon train feeling that the fate of every man depended upon finding the soldiers at the forks. It had been a long, long night to the men crouched down behind the breastworks and expecting an attack at any moment. Had an attack been made? Had they been strong enough to repel it? If not, the morning sun was looking upon their disfigured corpses. If so, the horrors of thirst were creeping in upon the defenders to madden and disorganize them. Every mouthful of meat and bread would but add to their torments. Every hour would render the heroes more desperate.

And every man left behind was depending on the energy of the scout, whose nerve had carried him out of the fort to save the party from the horrible fate which seemed in store for them Joe realized this, aud taking a deep draft of the cold waters of the Cheyenne he caught up his horse and mounted and .held for the west, keeping the right hanii bank of the river and pushing the gait as fast as he dared. He had begun to believe that no party had left Fort Sully, but he was riding furiously forward in that desperation which makes men cling to straws in midocean.

CHAPTER VI.

"Poor Jhn—they've got him!"

Meanwhile what has happened inside the fort? ,'f Joe had been gone a full hour, and the captain felt sanguine that ne nail succeeded in passing out before the fact of his going was communicated to all. Bess for one had missed him, anil had anxiously wondered why and where he was detained. When her father told her the news she received it in silence, but had he been looking more closely he would have seen her face flush and grow pale even in the darkness.

Men will peril their lives for men, but take a thousand risks for the woman they love. Intuition told her that Joe was taking the terrible odds for her, and she knelt and prayed God to bring him safely through.

The evening grew into night. The Indians had removed the last of their dead and wounded, broken their fast and planned anew.

If left alone, even surrounded as they were, some of the garrison might sleep. To prevent this and to harass and annoy and torture body aud mind a score of redskins secured positions where they were safe from bullets and began a steady lire upon the fort. They did not expect their bullets to wound or kill, but the fire was to harass and annoy.

The captain of the wagou train un­

derstood this, and he advised each defender to shelter himself as safely as possible and return no answering shot unless further danger menaced.

Thus midnight came and went. The horses began to betray their sufferings for water, but their discipline was wonderful They realized the situation as fully as the men, and a low, kind word or a caress quieted each one for the time being. Not one of the an inials had had a drop for twenty-four hours when the train was halted, and every hour after that meant suffering. About midnight the light breeze died entirely away and a heavy dew began to fall. The men licked the rocks for the moisture and felt relieved. The horses licked at the earth—the wagon covers—the stones about them and cooled their parched tongues and delayed the end.

Between midnight and daylight the Indian attacks, if he plans a night attack at all. There was a rush for the gold in the Black Hills. Every hour the train held out increased the chances of rescue by another train coming into the region. Every hour that the Indians dallied there let in a part3' from some tiier quarter.

They must strike quickly or the game might slip through their hands. At about half past one o'clock in the morning the ground for half a mile around the fort would have presented a queer sight had a flood of light been suddenly turned on. It was covered with creeping, crawling savages, each one armed with knife and tomahawk. They closed in from all sides, their movements directed by what seemed to be the barking of a wolf.

The fusillade had slackened a little, but had not by any means been abandoned while carrying out the other plan. The Indians figured that the gold hunters would be scattered to watch the entire circle of breastworks, and that a

rush trom an siaes at once must carry them over at some point. The human serpents were creeping up for the dash. When the signal came every warrior would leap to his feet, sound his warwhoop aud dash for the breastworks. Then for victory.

Now and then a suspicious sound came to the ears of the anxious listeners, and ere long the captain was satisfied as to what move was intended. If lie could not concentrate his force a rush would end in a butchery. There were fifteen saddle horses tied among the wagons. Under his orders each one of them was loosened and led clear of the vehicles toward the low wall in which the Indians had charged before. The animals stood in a bunch, heads up and ears working. They knew that danger menaced, and each was ready to spring at the first alarm.

The men were now concentrated to defend three sides of the irregular circle. Each one had his Winchester and at least one revolver, and they were nerved up for desperate fighting. For half an hour before the attack was made Bess had been crouching behind the rocks by her father's side. Every man who could reach her with his whispers had advised her to retire to the wagon and put herself out of danger, but to each one she had replied: "Your death means my de ith Your safety means my safety, must stay here and do what I can."

The redskins were within pistol shot when the signal was at last given. In an instant two hundred or more sprang to their feet with a savage yell and dashed forward, and ten seconds later there was a blaze of fire along the breastworks. Full thirty Indians rushed at the unprotected side, and as they neared it without receiving the expected volley, and as some of them grasped the rocks to swing themselves over, their elation could no longer be restrained. Shouts of victory rent the night air, but only to die away in wild yells of terror.

The bunch of horses had bolted from the row behind them, just as the captain had planned for, and spreading out like a fan they thundered straight at the low wall with the momentum of a tidal wave. The Indians could not tell whether the horses were mounted or riderless. Down thundered the living wave upon them, to trample them under foot and crush the life out of 6ome, and a panic instantly resulted.

The attack elsewhere had been fierce and determined. At one or two points warriors had succeeded in scaling the defenses, though only to receive death inside, while others had been shot down at the very muzzle of the rifles. It was a critical moment when the stampede of horses caused a panic and turned the tide of battle. The cries of alarm were heard above the din and the effect was immediate. The entire attacking party began to dratv off.

The band of horses were desperate with hunger, thirst and excitement, and after clearing the wall they wheeled to the left and charged right down through the line of Indians, scattering it in the wildest confusion. Bearing still to the left the wave thundered over another portion of the line and then broke sharply away for the forks of the Big Cheyenne, as if the night air had at last borne them the scent of water.

Ten minutes from the sounding of the signal the fight was over. The Indian must win at a dash or his enthusiasm gives out. A dozen or more had been killed and wounded, aud the singular action of the horses produced a veritable panic for a few minutes. "That will be the last time they will charge us," said the captain as the redskins fell back. "From this out it will be a siege."

Three of the whites had been wounded, though not seriously in either case. And as soon as their hurts had been attended to all the men, except five to act as sentinels, were permitted to fling themselves down and catch such sleep as they could. The Indians were allowed to remove their dead without interruption, but when daylight came the blood stains on the sterile soil told of their loss as plainly as if the bodies had been allowed to rest where they fell.

When the sun came up the thirst, Which had been alleviated by the dew, returned with greater severity, aud now all were actually suffering for water. The team horses were becoming violent, but there was no relief. "We must hold on somehow until another morning," said the captain as the men gathered around him. "By that time Joe will be here with the party he set out to find, or we will be sure that we havo nothing to hope for. Then we'll cool our tongues with the blood of the horses. Where's the gal?" "Asleep," replied Harkius, "and never a complaint of thirst, though 1 know she's, suffering as much as the rest of us." "1 was right beside her when the charge was made," said another of the men, "and know she fired six bullets into the screeching mob swarming down upon us. The gal's clear grit, and if 1 had ten drops of water she should have nine of 'em."

The Indians had not opened fire, much to the surprise of the trainmen, nor yet was a single one seen in any direction. When two hours of daylight had passed without a change in this state of affairs, the men began to wonder if the last bloody repulse had not disheartened the redskins and resulted in their withdrawal. "Wait!" was the grim reply of the captain as his opinion was asked.

Nine o'clock came, and nothing was yet in view. "1 tell you," said one of the trainmen, as all gathered to discuss the question, "we've given 'em all they want, and a little more, and they have thrown up the fight. I'll bet my horse there isn't a living red wTithin ten miles of us." "Just what 1 say!" added a second. "No Indians ever made could stand such a drubbing and toe the scratch again." "Then let's be off for the forks!" exclaimed four or five in chorus. "Stopl" commanded the captain, who had stood one side leaning on his rifle

and seemingly bent on a study of the earth. "What for?" "To save all our lives!" was the quiet answer. "the redskins have simply withdrawn behind the ridges to bait us out. It is simply one of their cunning tricks." "Nothing goes to show it," growled one of the men. -., "Something would go to show it the moment the wagons moved out. Does it stand to sense that a force still ten to one are going to draw off unless threatened? They want plunder and they want revenge. The}' attempted to riVjh us and got worsted, but they know our fix. They know we fetven't a drop of water and they know we must shoot ourselves or surrender within a couple of days. If we move out we shall bo butchered before we have gone a mile." "1 don't believe in your theories," was the blunt reply of the man. "1 believe they havo gone off. I'm so sure of it that I'm willing to scout all over the ridges." "You'll go to your death." "Pooh! I'll come back to prove that you don't know redskin natur as well as you think for." "1 warn you not to go," said the captain, as the man began saddling one of the team horses. "I'll bring back the scalp locks of tho hull caboodle!" laughed the man, and two minutes later he leaped his horse over tho barricade, swung his hat to those left behind him and cantered off to the north. He could be seen for half a mile. He halted at the crest of a swell and turned to the left, and as he galloped forward he was soon hidden from view by a ridge as high as the plateau and three-quarters of a mile away.

The men were watching and listening when a cry of alarm was heard from the ridge, and a moment later the trainman's horse came flying over the swell at his fastest pace aud made direct for the inclosure. "Poor Jim—they've got lnmi" whispered the captain, as he climbed upon the rocks to get a wide range of vision.

To be taken captive by hostile Indians meaus more than death. Aye! a bullet in the brain at the moment of capture would be an act of mercy to the poor prisoner.

[TO liK CONTINUKl).]

A BAD WRECK.

Four Men Hurt and Nine Kace Horses Killed. CHICAGO, June 19.—Four men were

badly injured and nine valuable horses killed outright in a wreck on the Wis-, consin Central railroad at Stillman Valley at 11:30 o'clock Monday night. The wreck was caused by a breaking of the coupling, which caused the cars to leave the track and completely overturned three of them. A lamp in out»: of them soon set fire to the wreck. The names of the injured are: John Riley, legs broken and body badly burned John Laliev, crushed in shoulder H. F. Christian, severely bruised Michael Woods, arm broken, spine hurt. The injured were taken to Stillman Valley and their injuries dressed. Riley was so badly injured that his recovery is doubtful.

Nine valuable horses belonging to William Roller and C. J. Kelly were, killed outright and seven others were so badly injured that they may have tobe killed. The horses were from Hawthorne race track, in this city, and were on their way to Minneapolis, The horses killed outright were valued, at 810.000. The loss will be nearly doubled if it is found necessary to kill the others.

The train left Chicago at 8 o'clook Monday night in charge of Conductor Thornton. As it was nearing the switch near Stillman Valley the draw bars of one of the Burton palace horse cars broke, and falling on the track, derailed Ave cars. Two of the cars were filled with horses, the other three being freight cars loaded with merchandise. A lantern in one of the Burton cars set fire to the straw and in a few minutes the entire car was in flames. The injured men were rescued with difficulty. 5 DRAIN ON UNCLE SAM.

I'loods in Oregon Will Cost tho Government Over $"00,000.

TACO.MA, Wash.. June 19.—In the vicinity of Cascade Locks, Ore., the loss from the floods is conservatively estimated at 8000,000. The town was not damaged seriously and the losses have fallen upon those best able to stand them—the government and tho Union Pacific railway. The uncompleted locks, on which the United States has expended over §2,000,000, narrowly escaped total destruc-,: tion and as it is the works have been: damaged about $200,000. The water is still so high that it is impossible tc» tell exactly to what extent the canal has suffered. The damage to fisheries and canneries, including the loss of time, will amount to at least S100.000.

Work on the Cascade locks was commenced eighteen years ago, to be com-: pleted by March, 1895. The work was to cost the government $3,000,000, but on account of the floods there will be a delay of several months, and the cost will be increased to $5,000,000.

Prominent Kaval Man Dead.

WASHINGTON, June 19.—John W. Easby, United States navy, retired, is dead, aged 75 years. He was an inspector of government gunboats during the late war, and subsequently became a naval constructor. During President Garfield's administration he was appointed chief of the bureau of construction and repair, navy department, with the relative rank of commodore.

A Small Doctor Kill.

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