Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 23, Number 18, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 October 1892 — Page 2

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"Haiti" It is ten o'clock in the forenoon of a June day. Ten white topped wagons, drawn by as many spans of heavy horses, are strung out in line on the plains of Northern Dakota, while fifteen horsemen are distributed its length to act as guards. There is a driver to each wagon, and you can thus count twentyfive souls. Twenty-five? Ah I but sharp eyes detect the fluttering of a woman's dress on the seat of one of the wagons. Twenty-six, then, with their faces sternly set to the west, each tri&n heavily armed and every eye scanning the country ahead, and about for signs of aanger.

Who are they? The gallant Custer has made his report of gold in the Black Hills, and fifty thousand seekers after wealth are moving to the west. The country is Btill in the hands of the savages, and infuriated at the thought of being overrun and pushed to the wall, as has been the case over and over again, every man who can bear arms is on the warpath to drive back the invaders.

This party has come out from Brule City, Dakota. It followed the White river for more than two hundred miles, and left it to strike northwest for the forks of the Big Cheyenne two days before we found them. For the last three days Indian signs have been plenty. They have entered upon the territory of the hostiles, and every mile of their progress will now be watched by keen eyes. "Haiti Is there danger ahead?"

The wagons close up rapidly, as the drivers have been drilled to do, and in ten minutes everything is prepared for whatever may happen. "Here, Harkins—here, Taylor!" calls the leader to two of the mounted men, And as they ride forward he continues: "The old man is going to turn up his toes, and Tve called a halt to let him die in peace. He's been asking for both of you."

Who was the old man? He had joined the party at the last moment, coming from no one cared where. He was an old hunter and trapper, and had been in the Black Hills country. He could guide the party by the best and most direct route, and ho had the money to outfit himself. He gave his name as Saunders, and his queer speech and actions made the crowd look upon him as weak in the head. He had been taken very ill the day boforo, and both Harkins and Taylor had shown him many acts of kindness. No one expected his death, and the announcement that his hour had come created much surprise. However, after each had spoken his mind about it, the majority of tho men threw themselves down on tho grass to smoke or chat, and more than one impatiently estimated tho distance lost by this delay.

Harkins and Taylor dismounted and •climbed into the wagon whore tho old man lay. A few hours had wrought a great change in him, and it was plain enough that his time had come. "Look a-hore, men," began the old man as the pair expressed their sorrow for him, "this has come a leetlo sooner than 1 looked fur, but I'm not goin to complain. Fur forty years tho Lord has lot me live to roam these yero plains and dwell in tho mountains, and my race is run. 1 hain't got no word of complaint,"

Why, the old man fs dcadP' "Do you wish us to hunt up your friends and tell them whene nnd how you died?" asked Harkins, "Friends!" laughed tho old man. "1 never had one. I hain't got any." "But can we do anythiug?" asked Taylor. "Fustly, prop me up a leetle higher And then give me a drink of whisky. 1 never sot as much by the stuff as some, but mebbe it will keep life in mo till 1 can spin my yarn. Now, theti, did yd over hear tell of old Bridgorf^ "I have," replied Taylor. "H^ was an old hunter and trapper, who was wiped out at tho Fort Kearney massacre." "Correct and they've got a fort named after him somewhar' out hero, Bridger and me was pards fur many years. We was in this Black Hills country together upward of twenty years ago. rve been wanting to get back that fur these last five years." ••Did you and Bridger find any gold there?" asked Harkins. "That's what Pm comin to. I didn't, but he did. We went thar to hunt, beta satisfied if we got enough skins and pelts to keep us in powder and boll. One day •when a war party made a dash at us we got separated. I took to the timber and Bridger hid in a cave in a canyon. It: was three days before we cum together agin, and then we had to dost out to save our scalps. It was on the way homo that Bridger told mo what he found in tho cave."

The men almost held their breaths, 1 while tho old man waited a minute before ramming.

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pended on same as it you read it in the good book. Thar was gold thar in heaps. He said it was in lumps and bars, as if it had been melted up—mor'n a span of hosses could draw. He was in thar a day and a half, and he had time to be sartin." "It was the red man's treasure houseP exclaimed Taylor. "Waal, no. Bridger didnt reckon the Injuns had ever diskivered the place. He allowed that the gold had bin thar fur a goo I many years—way back to the time wh .. :h«» Mexicans kivered this country, i'w m-ard tell thar was a white race !1 over the west." "Yes, the replied one of the men. "Them's it. It was them instead of the Injuns who stored up the gold. We allowed to go back after it some day, but the years went on, Bridger got wiped out and now I'm headed that way only to feed the wolves." "And—and you will tell us where this cave isr anxiously inquired Taylor. "1 will," replied the dying man, as a smile flitted across his face. "Hain't it curus? One lays a-dyin, thinkin of the hereafter, and the other is jist a-trem-blin in his anxiety to git hold of wealth and spend it? It's like poor humanity. The thought of that gold never bothered me an hour, while you will risk your lives fur a sight of it. But I'll tell ye. That's what I axed ye to cum in here fur. You've bin white with me, and I kin reward ye fur it."

Harkins and Taylor glared at each other across the dying man. The fiend of avarice was already whispering in their ears. "If you strike the big Cheyenne at the forks," said the hunter, "the mountains will be due north of you. The big peak in front of ye has been named after Custer. About five niiles to the right of that peak is a canyon—the one up which Bridger fled. He said he went about a mile and then took into a smaller one leadin to the left. He hadn't gone fur before he grabbed a bush to pull himself upon a ledge out of the bottom, and as he reached the ledge he was at the mouth of the cave. He reckoned it was eight or ten feet up, and he thought a path led from it up into the mountain. It ar' always dusky in those rifts, and ye might pass up and down a lifetime and see nothing. It may take ye a month of sarchin, but ye'U find a big reward."

Each man had caught his every word and sought to impress it on his memory, and each secretly hoped that the other would forget. This eagerness resulted in a curious error. Harkins understood the hunter aright when he said to the right of Custer's peak. Taylor understood him to the left. "Ye'll hev to be on the watch fur redskins," said the old man after a long pause. "They're out and in arms and they'll show ye no mercy. This rush of white men will drive 'em back after a time, and I counsel ye to let the cave alone till it's safe to go thar. Then ye kin make up a small party, bring it off and divide it up as is fair." "Never!" whispered, Taylor as he clenched his hands. "Divide with him when 1 can get it all!" demanded Harkins of himself.

They had been friends in danger. The prospect of wealth had turned their friendship to hate. An hour ago they would have periled their lives for each other. Now they wished each other dead.

The possession of gold may bring happiness. The thirst for it may lead to murder. "Ye hev been good to me and I wish ye luclr," said the old man in a whisper, but neither of the men heard him. They were thinking and planning. "About five miles to the right of Custer's peak," Harkins kept repeating to himself. "About five miles to the left of Cusstcr's peak," Taylor repeated over and over again. Two or three minutes passed away, and then the latter bent forward and cried out: "Why, the old man is detd!"

So he was. He had mad* no struggle —even no sign. "Well, that was white it» him not to delay us," laughed the leader of the caravan when informed of the event. "Some men might have ke»t us here all day and then concluded not to die after all. Now the only thing is to plant him."

A couple of men were soon scooping out a shallow grave with their spade.", and within half an hour after the flame of life had flickered out the body was covered and the wagon train moving on.

Then a couple of great vultures dropped from the sky to earth to wait. Three or four gaunt wolves, their long hair dirty and ragged, came skulking over the broken ground.

Five painted and feathered Indians crept out of a dry ravine scarcely forty rods away, and with tho vengence of devils set to work with hands and sticks to uncover the body. There was a suppressed shout as it was rolled out and another as the scalp was held aloof.

Five minutes later thfe wolves and vultures had tho body to themselves.

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And now, as the wagon train makes Its slow way over the broken country, let us see with whom we have to do.

Two years before this story opens Harkins had come out from England to better his fortunes. He .was English, bred and born, a resident of Learning* ton, and his wife had died the year before. Though a widower, he was not childless. The woman in the wagon train was Ms daughter, Bess. A wo-: man? Ns, a girl of eighteen—a typical! English girl of the middle class. The father had tried ranching and failed, and had put his last dollar into the ouk fit of the gold hunting party. Should Bess be left behind among strangers in a strange land, or taken on an expeditiou which had its peril for every hour? "Are you cnusyT queried the gold hunters, when Harkins asked them to decide.

But when the train was ready to move out of Brule City, arid the men saw the red cheeked English lassie seated beside young Joe Blyn, who was to drive the

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Harkins wagon whiie the owner rode horseback, they lifted their hats as they rode past. And when they saw how brave she tried to look and act, and understood that she was willing to brave all perils for the affections she bore her father, they said to one another: "There's a girl to be proud of. Let's give the Englishman a fair show."

And no queen could have asked for or been shown greater respect. She it was

knelt beside the grave of the old

She it was who kneU beside the grave of the old hunter. hunter, laid away in such unseemly haste and with so little ceremony, and uttered a short prayer in behalf of the dead, and though some of the wilder spirits affected to ridicule, there was a look of pride on their faces as they turned them upon the girl kneeling before them.

Who was Joe Blyn? An American of twenty-four, ranchman, scout, gold hunter brave as a lion and tender as a woman. He had been with Sheridan and Custer, with Miles and Cook. He had carried dispatches from field to fort, from post to headquarters. The soldiers and civilians knew him as Joe the Indians called him "The White Wind." More than once they had found his trail and pushed him hard, but never had they overtaken him. And within an hour from the time Joe Blyn helped Bess Harkins to a seat on the wagon he knew that he loved her, and she realized that she had fallen in with agreeable company.

Who was Taylor? An Iowa farmer a tpan of will and nerve, who thirsted to acquire wealth speedily. People *t home called him stingy and grasping.

An hour after the old hunter's death the light of avarice shone so brightly in his eyes that a physiognomist would have whispered to himself, "There is a mn,n who would do murder for gold!"

With the others we have little to do. Expeditions such as this are made up of anybody and everybody. No one asks where they come from and certificates of character are not demanded.

When one speaks of the plains of the great west you must not confound them with the prairies. "God made the prairies," says an Indian legend, "while satan made the plains." The one is a level, covered with rich grass and carpeted with flowers, and the soil turned up by the plow is the richest of earth. The other is rolling, broken ground, ridged, tumbled, confused. Rock outcrops, the soil is almost flint and nature can scarcely force a weed or bush to grow. Wolve and serpents are at home on these desolate stretches of country, but all other living things avoid them. There is a lonesomeness and a desolation and a homesickness about them which has caused men to go mad.

It was over such a stretch of country that the wagon train slowly picked its way. Ridge after ridge, dip after dip, always the same sterile scenery always the same vultures flying in circles so high up that they looked no larger than rooms.

They speak of boundless prairies. So are the plains boundless—or seem to be. You may ride for 200 miles before there is a change of soil or scenery.

Noon comes and a brief halt is made. The men have grown more anxious within the last hour. "Signs" are more plentiful.

The feathered heads of Indians have been seen above the banks of the dry ravines at short intervals, and it is plain to all that the train is under espionage. Your noble red man is a coward. He must fight with the odds in his favor if he fights at all. Honest warfare is unknown to him. In his death song he will sing of his brave deeds, but he lies about them.

Men and women argue and contend that the red man of America has been cheated, abused and maligned. They view him from a distance. In his native state he lives by choice like a dog. He is vicious in every sense. He was born with a desire to torture and kill. His love is tyranny and abuse—his friendship to be avoided. If he believes in a grt-at Manitoa, that belief does not prevent him froja being a beast and a devil combined, lie betrays his own kindred. He steals from his own tribe. He tortures a prisoner of his own kind with as much relish as he does a white man. Taken as a whole, he has not one single trait or sentiment to prove his right to cumber the earth.

Aye! the red devils had been watching that train for the last twenty hours as a cat watches its victim when released for the moment. They were ahead of it —behind—to the right—tho left. At first two or three—then seven or eightthen fifteen—then thirty. They were the scouts and spies, and every half hour one rode away to the west to bear information to the chiefs in waiting.

The gold hunters must be wiped out to the last man. Their number had been counted over and over, their weapons noted and tho chances calculated. The time was not yet The lay of the ground was not suitable and enough Indians had not come up. They dared not attack with fifty—a hundred —a hundred and fifty. They would move upon the little band with two hundred or more—four or five to one. That! is Indian bravery. *Whea a dozen of them have run down a hunter and lifted his scalp there are shouts of victory—words of boasting—a war dance about his body. They never I figure on odds—unless against themselves.

When the train was ready to move oa after its halt the leader called all tbo| men tocether for counsel. He had been

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a soldier, as tnui uiauy of the men. He knew what to expect, and was prudently preparing for it. Each horseman and each dnver was given orders for emergency, and every man received them willingly and with a desire to obey.

As the train moved on it was closed up as solidly as possible, and each driver had his weapons at hand It was an hour before the Indians showed their band. Then one after another appeared insight out of rifle range, until fifty could be counted. A train of emigrants would have been, rattled at sight of these, and there-would have been confusion and disagreement as how best to act. When you have an enemy alarmed you have him half whipped. No one knows this better than an Indian.

The men of an emigrant train would have begun firing, and thus wasted their ammunition. The bolder spirits would have voted for a charge, thus giving the devils hiding behind the rocks and ridges with cocked rifles a chance to pick them off.

The men of the train fired no shot and made no halt. Never a wagon moved faster or slower. It was a great plow cutting its way through the earth over all obstructions.

Anxious? Yes. Your brave man may even tremble in the presence of danger. It is only a drunkard or a fool who puts up his life against chance and betrays no emotion. Not anxious about the fourscore warriors galloping about them and now becoming derisive and defiant, but about what was to come farther on, and what the odds against them would be. "Never .halt in the presence of an enemy unless you fortify," says a military authority. "So long as you are moving, the enemy cannot mass against any one point," says another.

An old veteran commanded the train and rode in advance of it. He saw the lay of the country changing, and as he reached a ridge he could look down and see where the attack would be made. The natural roadway ran down for a mile between dry gullies. These gullies had been scooped out by the heavy rainfalls of perhaps a century, for here the watershed ran sharply to the north for many miles.

The Indians had massed in these ravines and the train would be in a trap. "Never do what your enemy hopes you will do," is another military maxim.

The captain made a rapid survey of the ground and turned to the north. Here was a plateau strewed with bowlders, but tolerably level. A battle must be fought. Here was the place to fight it.

It is midafternoon now. Come with me and I will show you a sight to be remembered forever. There is going to be a fight which men will talk of around hearthstones for the next twenty years.

CHAPTER HI.

ioas sivinging his tomahawk for a blow at her. The carefully prepared trap of the Indians had failed. It was only when the white man had turned sharply aside, bunched the wagons, placed the spare horses as safely as possible and began rolling the bowlders together for a breastworks that the red man realized that he had been sold out.

Then they swarmed out of the ravines —the warriors of Iron Se&tt, of ReJ Eagle, of Black Crow—three hundred strong, and mounting their wiry ponies, which had lain as close as rabbits, they swarmed out and over the plains and gave vent to their disgust and indignation.

Had they charged en masse the little band of white men must have been swept away by the momentum, but they delayed and every moment saw the breastworks strengthened by another bowlder. The Indian must feint and dodge before he strikes. In that characteristic he is below the serpent. He must consult and powwow before he advances. This is to brace him up.

More thw-ri half an hpur was consumed in demonstrations of bluff before the Indians were ready to act. Then it was to advance his natural weapon firsttreachery. A white man—some renegade and criminal who feared even the mixed society of the west and had gone over to the enemies of his race body and soul—advanced with a white flag tied to a stick as a flag of truce. He advanced boldly and impudently, but when within pistol shot of the breastworks was halted by the captain and asked what he wanted. "See hyar, I feel sorry fur you folks," he said in reply. "And 1 hev enm to help ye out of a bad scrape. Thar's reds 'nnff yere to chaw ye up in five minits, and twice as many more will be yere at sundown. They know whar ye ar bound fur, and they ar determined to stop ye." "Well, what elseT asked the captain as the renegade paused. "They wanted to wipe ye out to the last man, but Tve prevailed upon 'em to spare ye in case ye'll turn back. That's what Pve come to tell ye." "If we turn back we won't bo harmed?" "Not a hair of yer heads. Jist take the back track and that'll end the mat* ter at once." "And suppose we don't?" "Then God help ye! Yell be chawed to pieces in ten minitsP "You go back and tell your friends to lffgtn chawing as soon as they please!" shouted the captain, and every man in th« inclosure cheered the words.

There was more delay as the renegade went back to report, and every man

worked to build the breastworks higher and strengthen it. Wagons and horses occupied a solid square of less than half an acre. It was the highest ground within cannon shot. This was as good as another foot on the height of the breastworks. Twenty-live men distributed around that inclosure would make a terribly thin line, but twenty-five Winchester rifles would maintain a terribly destructive fire. I But treachery had not yet exhausted itself. Your noble red man of Cooper eulogy depends upon that even when attacking women and children. Back came the renegade to say: "Ye better take the chance I hold out to ye. The Indians hev got mad, and nnthiT but yer promise and the quick performance of it will save yer scalps.

If a gun is fired I can't hold 'em a minit." "If we turn back we will not be molested?' queried the captain."Not a red shall cum nigh ye." "But we have only your word for it." "Which orter be good 'nuff. I am workin to save ye scalps." "And you think the way to do it is to turn us all over to them! Get back, you lying renegade—get out of range or we'll drop you!"

The renegade beat a hasty retreat, and a few minutes later the Indians dismounted, crept about the plateau to form a circle, and opened fire on the breastworks from three hundred rifles. They had waited too long for a rush, but the little band was encircled. [lobe Continued 2?exl Week.]

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Train rbed thus (P) denote Parlor Cars attached. Trains marked thus (S) denote sleeping Cars attached daily. Trains marked thus (B) denote Buffet Cars attached. Trains marked thus run daily. All other trains run daily,Sundays accepted.

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CURE FOR CATARRH

FOR OVER FIFTY YEARS this old SovereignBemedy has stood the test, and stands to-day the best known remedy for Catarrh, Cold in the Head and Headache. Persist in its use, and it will effect a cure, no matter of h? long standing the case may be.

For sale by druggists.

Too need not be sick If you wtU take Moore's Pilulap. They *r« a mAi-feloni medicine

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They kill the microbes. bill*, fevers, sick Bamsiism, Urer and blood disorders, malaria.

Better than quinine

Tbcy more the bowila, quinine/ (kral, hence niwMj* better. For# cold take two: relief quick. SO fttalM in bw. aoe. S for ft. 20yr».!n ose. Dr.C. C. Moore, Tt Cortlaodt Street, Hew York.

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