Hammond Times, Volume 2, Number 43, Hammond, Lake County, 7 August 1907 — Page 3

Wednesday, 'August 7, 1907.

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(Continued.) "About that time I fell foul of Murphy and Slavln there in Glencaid. I never got my eyes on Murphy, you know, and Slavln was so changed by that big red beard that I failed to recognize him. But their actions aroused my suspicions, and I went after them good and hard. I wanted to find out what they knew, and why those lies were told on Xolan at the trial. I had an idea they could tell me. So, for a starter I tackled Slavln, supposing we were alone, and I was pumping the facts out of him successfully by holding a gun under his nose, and occasionally jogging his memory, when this fellow Murphy got excited, and chasseed into the game, but happened to nip his partner instead of me. In the course of our little scuffle I chanced to catch a glimpse of the fellow's right hand, and it had a scar on the back of it that looked mighty familiar. I had seen It before, and I wanted to see it again. So, when I got out of that scrape, and the doctor had dug a stray bullet out of my anatomy, there didn't seem to be any one left for me to chase excepting Murphy, for Slavln was dead. I wasn't exactly sure he was the owner of that scar, but I had my suspicions and wanted to verify them. Having struck his trail, I reached Cheyenne just about four hours after he left there with these dispatches for the Big Ilorti. I caught up with the fellow on the south bank of the Belle Fourche, and being well aware that no threat or gun play would everforce him to con

fess the truth, I undertook to frighten him by trickery. I brought along some drawing-paper and drew your father's picture in phosphorus and gave him the benefit in t"he dark. That caught Murphy all right, and everything was coming my way. lie threw up his hands and even agreed to come in here with me and tell the whole story, but the poor fellow's brain couldn't stand the strain of the scare I had given him. He went raving mad on the Powder; he jumped on me while I was asleep, and since then every mile has been a little hell. That's the whole of it to date." They were up with the pack-train by now, and the cavalrymen gazed with interest at the new arrivals. Several among them seemed to recognize Murphy, and crowded about his horse with rough expressions of sym

pathy. Brant scarcely glanced at them, his grave eyes on Hampton's stern face. "And what Is it you wish me to do?" "Take care of Murphy. Don't let him remain alone for a minute. If he has any return of reason, compel him to talk. He knows you, and will be as greatly frightened at your presence and knowledge as at mine. Besides, you have fully as much at stake as anyone, for in no other way can the existing barrier between Naida and yourself be broken down," Insisting that now he felt perfectly fit for any service, the impatient Hampton was quickly supplied with the necessary food and clothing, while Murphy, grown violently abusive, was .strapped on a litter between two mules, a guard on either side. Brant rode with the civilian on a Bharp trot as far as the head of the pack-train,

endeavoring to the very last to persuade the wearied man to relinquish this work to another. "Foster," he said to the sergeant in command of the advance, "did you chance to notice just what coulee Custer turned into when his column swung to the right?" "I think it must have been the second yonder, sir; where you see that bunch of trees. We was a long ways back, but I could see the boys plain enough as they come out on the bluff up there. Some of 'em waved their hats back at us. Is this man goin' after them, sir?" "Yes, he has dispatches from Cheyenne." "Well he ought ter have o trouble

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They were 300 now; they could sweep aside like chaff that fringe of red skirmishers i? only they got the word! Officer after officer, unable to restrain his impatience, strode back across the bluff summit, amid whistling bullets, and rersonally. begged the major to speak the one word which should hurl them to tile rescue. They cried like

while the rapidly massing savages began circling their exposed position, the, little band fought their way forward a hundred yards. Then they halted. blocked by the numbers barring their path, glancing back anxiously in hope that their effort would encourage others to join them. They

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women, they swore through clinched j the rest of the boys would come. They

Indianapolis, Aug. 7. Federal Judge Laudis, who fined the Standard Oil company the . enormous sum of

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plain as a road back in God's country,

village from below and above, success depending altogether upon the prompt co-operation of the separate detach

ments. Scarcely had Custer's slender column of horsemen vanished across the summit before Reno's command advanced, trotting down the valley, the Arikara scouts in the lead. They had been chosen to strike the first blow, to force their way into the lower village, and thus to draw the defending warriors to their front, while Custer's men were to charge upon the roar. A half-mile, a mile, Reno's troops rode, with no sound breaking the silence but the pounding of hoofs, the tinkle of accoutrements. Then, rounding a sharp projection of earth and rock, the scattered lodges of the Indian village already partially revealed to those in advance, the riders were brought to sudden halt by a fierce crackling of rifles from rock and ravine. Men fell cursing, and the frightened horses swerved, their riders struggling madly with their mounts, the column thrown into momentary confusion. But the surprised cavalrymen, quailin.g beneath the hot fire poured into them, rallied to the shouts

of their officers, and swung into a slender battle front, stretching out their thin lino from the bank of the river to the sharp uplift of the western bluffs. Scarcely 150 white troopers waited to stem as best they might that fierce onrush of 1,200 battlecrazed braves. For an almost breathless space those mingled hordes of Sioux and Cheyennes hesitated to drive straight home their death-blow. They knew those silent men in the blue shirts, knew they died hard. Upon that slight pause pivoted the fate of the day; upon it hung the lives of those other men riding boldly and trustfully across the sunlit ridges above. "Audacity, always audacity," that is the accepted motto for a cavalryman. And be the cause what it ' may, it was here that Maj. Reno failed. In that supreme instant he was guilty of hesitancy, doubt, delay. He chose defense in preference to attack, dallied where he should have acted. The observing savages, gathering courage from his apparent weakness, burst forth in resistless torrent against the slender, unsupported line, turned his flank by one fierce charge, and hurled the

struggling troopers back with a rush into the narrow strip of timber bordering the river. The whole narrow valley seemed to swarm with braves; they poured forth from sheltering coulees and shadowed ravines; they dashed down in count

less numbers from the distant village.

Custer, now far away behind the bluffs, and almost beyond sound of the firing, was utterly ignored. Every savage chief knew exactly where that column was, but it could wait its turn. In leaderless effort to break away

from that swift-gathering cordon, before the red, remorseless folds should close tighter and crush them to death, the troopers, half of them already dismounted, burst from cover in an endeavor to attain the shelter of the bluffs. The deadly Indian rifles flamed in their faces, and they were hurled back, a mere fleeing mob, searching for nothing In that moment of terror but a possible passageway across the stream. Through some rare providence of God, they chanced to strike the banks at a spot where the river proved fordable. They plunged headlong in, officers and men commingled, the Indian bullets churning up the water on every side. The loss in that wild retreat (whick Reno later called a "charge") was heavy, the effect demoralizing; but those who

j escaped found a spot well suited for

defense. Even as they swung down from off their wounded, panting horses and flung themselves flat upon their faces to sweep with hastily leveled carbines the river banks below, Benteen came trotting gallantly down the valley to their aid. his troopers fresh and eager to be thrown forward on the firing-line. The worst was over

teeth, iliey openly exhibited their con

tempt for such a commander, yet the discipline of army service made active disobedience impossible. They went reluctantly back, a3 helpless a3 children. It was four o'clock, the shadows of the western bluffs already darkening the river bank. Suddenly a faint cheer ran along the lines, and the men lifted themselves to gaze up the river. Urging the tired animals to a trot, the strong hand of a trooper grasping every halter-strap. Brant was swinging his long pack-train up the smokewreathed valley. The outriding flankers exchanged constant shots with the skulking savages hiding in every ravine and coulee. Pausing only to protect their wounded, fighting their way step by step, X troop ran the gantlet and came charging into the cheering lines with every pound of their treasure safe. Weir of D, whose dismounted troopers held that portion of the line, strode a pace forward to greet the leader, and as the extended hands of the officers met, there echoed down to them from the north the reports of two heavy volleys, fired in rapid succession. The sounds were clear, distinctly audible even above the uproar of the valley. The heavy eyes of the

two soldiers met, their dust-streaked faces flushed. "That was a signal, Custer's signal for help!" the younger man cried, impulsively, his voice full of agony. "For God's sake, Weir, what are you fellows waiting here for?" The other uttered a groan, his hand

flung in contempt back toward the bluff summit. "The cowardly fool won't move; he's whipped to death now." "Reno, you mean? Whipped? You haven't lost 20 men. Is this the Seventh? skulking here under cover while Custer begs help? Doesn't the man know? Doesn't he understand? By heaven, I'll face him myself! I'll make him act, even if I have to damn him to his face." He swung his horse with a jerk to the left, but even as the spurs touched. Weir grasped the taut rein firmly. "It's no use, Brant. It's been done; we've all been at him. He's simply lost his head. Know? Of course he knows. Martini struck us just below here, as we were coming in, with a message from Custer. It would have stirred the blood of anyone but him Oh, God! it's terrible." "A message? What was it?" "Cook wrote it, and addressed it to Eenteen. It read: 'Come on. Big village. Be quick. Bring packs.' And then, 'P. S. Bring packs.' That means they want ammunition badly; they're fighting to the death out yonder, and they need powder. Oh, the coward!" Brant's eyes rjn down the waiting line of his own men, sitting their saddles beside the halted pack animals.

poared in their volleys and waited. But Reno made no move. Weir and Brant, determined to hold every inch thus gained, threw the dismounted men on their faces behind every projection of earth, and encircled the ridge with flame. If they could not advance, they would not be driven back. Messenger after messenger, taking life in hand, was sent skurrying down the bluff, to beg reinforcements to push on for the rescue, swearing it. was possible. But it was after five o'clock before Reno moved. Then cautiously he advanced his column toward where N and D troops yet held desperately to the exposed ridge. He came too late. That distant firing had ceased, and all need for further advance had ended. Scarcely had reinforcements attained the summit befors the torrent of savagery burst screeching on their front. From point to point the grim struggle raged, till nightfall wrought partial cessation. The wearied troopers stretched out their lines so as to protect the packs and the field hospital, threw themselves on the ground, digging rifle-pits with, knives and tin pans. Not until nine o'clock did the

Indian fire slacken, and then the village became a scene of savage revel, the wild yelling plainly audible to the soldiers above.

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sir, fer there wore more than 200 i ana line maaaenea nons, tne ramea horses, and they'd leave a good mark , soldiers of the Seventh, cursing their

even on hard ground." Brant held out his hand. "I'll certafeily do all in my power, Hampton, to bring this out right. You can rely on that, and I will be ftuthful to the little irl." The two men clasped hands, their eyes filled with mutual confidence. Then Hampton touched spurs to his horsti and galloped swiftly forward.

CHAPTER XXXII. The Fight ir,the Valley. Far below, in the heart of the sunny depression bordering the left bank of the Little Big Horn, the stalwart

folly, turned to strike and slay.

A line of skirmishers was hastily thrown forward along the edge of the bluff, while volunteers, urged by the agonized cries of the wounded, endeavored vainly to procure a supply of water from the river. Again and again they made the effort, only to be driven back by the deadly Indian riS8 fire. By three o'clock, although the majority of the savages had departed down the river, enough remained to keep up a galling fife, and hold Reno strictly on the defensive. As tiie men lay exposed to the continuous snipping fire, above the surrounding din were borne to their ears

the reports of distant guns. It came

troopers under Reno's command gazed

up the steep bluff to wav farewell to distinctly from the northward, grow-

rammare disappearing to tne ) ing he3lvier aad more contInuous. right. Last of ali, Custer halted his ne among them doubted it ominous

norse an instant, silhouetted against , meanins. Custer was already engaged

in hot acton at the right of the Indian village. Why were they kept lying there in idleness? Why were they not pushed forward to do their part? They looked into each other's faces. God!

the blue sky, and swung his hat be

fore spurring out of sight. The plan of battle was most simple and direct. It injlved a nearly simultaneous ;tack upon the vast Indian

Brant Was Swinging His Pack-Tr ;n Up the Smoke-Wreathed Valley. He leaned over and dropped one hand heavily on Weir's shoulder. "The rest of you can do as you please, but N troop is going to take those ammunition packs to Custer if there's any possible way to get through, orders or no orders." He straightened up in the saddle, and his voice sounded down the wearied line like the blast of a trumpet. "Attention! N troop! Right face; dress. Number four bring forward the ammunition packs. No, leave the others where they are; move lively, men!" He watched them swing like magic into formation, their dust-begrimed faces lighting up with animation. They knew their officer, and this meant business. "Unsling carbines load!" Weir, the veteran soldier, glanced down that steady line of ready troopers, and then back to Brant's face. "Do you mean it? Are you going up those bliiffs? Good Heavens, man, it will mean a courtmartial." "Custer commands the Seventh. I command the pack-train," said Brant. "His orders are to bring up the packs. Perhaps I can't get through alone, but I'll try. Better a courtmartial than to fail those men out there. Going? Of course I'm going. Into line take intervals forward ! " "Attention, D troop!" It was Weir's voice, eager and determined now. Like an undammed current his orders rang out above the uproar, and in a moment the gallant troopers of N and D, some on foot, some in saddle, were rushing up the face of the bluff, their officers leading, the precious ammunition packs at the center, all alike scrambling for the summit, in spite of the crackling of Indian rifles from every side. Panting, breathless from the hard climb, their carbines spitting fire

CHAPTER XXXIII. The Old Regiment. By the time Hampton swung up the coulee, he had dismissed from his at

tention everything but the business that had brought him there. He experienced no fear, no premonition of coming disaster, yet the reawakened plainsman in him kept him sufficiently wary and caution. He possessed a soldier's proud confidence in his regiment the supposition that the old fighting Seventh could be defeated was impossible; the Indian did not ride those uplands who could do the deed! Then there came to him a nameles3 dread, that instinctive shrinking which a proud, sensitive man must ever feel at having to face his old companions with the shadow of a crime between. In his memory he saw once more a low-ceilnged room, having a table extending down the center, with grave-faced men, dressed in the full uniform of the service, looking at him amid a silence like unto death; and at the head sat a man with long fair hair and mustache, his proud eyes never to be forgotten. Now, after silent years, he was going to look into those accusing eyes again. He pressed his and against his forehead. Ins body trembled; then he braced himself for the interview, and the shuddering coward in him shrank back.

Away to the lett something wa3

moving, a dim, shapeless dash of color. It might be Benteen, but of Reno's columns he could perceive

nothing, nor anything of Custer's ex

cepting that broad track across the prairies marked by his horses' hoofs.

This track Hampton followed, press

ing his fresh mount to increased

speed, confident that no Indian spies would be loitering so closely in the

rear of that body of cavalry, and be

coming fearful lest the attack should

occur before he could arrive.

He dipped over a sharp ridge and

came suddenly upon the rear guard. They were a little squad of dusty,

brown-faced troopers, who instantly

wheeled into line at sound of approaching hoofs, the barrels of their

lowered carbines glistening in the sun.

With a swing of the hand and

hoarse shout of "Dispatches!" he was beyond them, bending low over his saddle pommel, his eyes on the dust

cloud of the moving column. The

extended line of horsemen, riding In

columns of four, came to a sudden halt, and he raced on. A little squad

of officers, several cf their number

dismounted, were out in front, stand

ing grouped just beyond the summit

of a slight elevation, apparently look

ing off into the valley through some cleft in the bluff beyend. Standing among these, Hampton perceived the long fair hair, and the erect figure

clad in the well-known frontier cos

tume, of the man he sought ths proud, dashing leader of light cavalry, that beau ideal of the sabreur, the one he dreaded most, the one he loved best Custer. The commander stood, field-glasses in hand, pointing town into the valley, and the dispatch bearer, reigning in his horse, his lips white but resolute, trotted straight up the slope toward him. Custef wheeled, annoyed at the interruption, and Hampton swung down from the saddle, his rein flung across his arm, took a single step forward, lifting his hand in salute, and held forth the scaled packet. "Dispatches, sir," he said, simply, standing motionless as a statue. The commander, barely glancing toward him, instantly tore open the long official envelope and ran his eyes over the. dispatch amid a hush in the conversation. (To be continued.)

this city in the place of Judge A. B. Anderson, who is on a vacation. By a

coincidence Judge Landis had an oil j

case before him. The case was that of the Mount Pleasant Oil company, of Delaware county, Ind., vs. John S. Nelson. The company is in the hands of a receiver, who was asking authority todispose of the property, while the stockholders were agrainst disposition. Judge Landis ruled in favor of the sale of the property. Talks with n OKI Friend. Late in the afternoon Judge Landis had a Ions talk with Charles II. Boyn-

ton, who is an old friend. Boyuton was formerly one of the best-known

Associated Press men in the country, but recently retired from the newspaper field to enter the banking business. He was on his way to New Y'ork ami stopped off here a few hours. Landis and Boynton, it is said, talked about the days when Landis was attached to The department of state under the

late Secretary dresham. It was then that the queen of Hawaiian islands was dethroned and was a busy time at Washington. Judge Landis would not discuss the Standard Oil company

cuse, declining to talk of it In any way. Argument of a Kate Case. Indianapolis, Aug. 7. A demurrer and a brief in support of the demurrer hnve been filed in the federal court by the defendants in the case of the Ixniisville. New Albany and Corydon Rail

road company against James Bingham.

ndividually and as attorney general

for Indiana, and J. W. Ewing, Individ

ually and as prosecuting attorney for

the Third judicial circuit of Indiana.

The complainant had asked that the defendants be enjoined from enforcing

against the Louisville, New Albany and Corydon Railroad company the provisions of the 2-cent-rate law. The brief argv.es that the contention of the

railroad that the 2-cent law is unconstitutional, as a usurpation of judicial

functions, is cloarlv untenable.

"Jack the Smearer" Arrested. Indianapolis. Aug. 7. - The most

important arrest from the standpoint of the police that has been made in this citv for many years was that of

William R. Gadd, 30 years old, who

has just been captured. Gadd is called

"Tack, the Smearer," by the police and

during three years that he operated he

has ruined fine dresses worth thousands of dollars in the aggregate by smearing filth on them, and he now

cooly admits that he si guilty.

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