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HE recent announcement that plans are under way to restore Fort Phil Kearney In Wyoming and maintain It as a memorial to the old Indian-fighting days in the West recalls the story of an American army post which was one of almost continuous tragedy from the day it was established to the day It was abandoned. Its record In that respect is almost unique, for, as one historian of the frontier.

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Cyrus Townsend Brady, has put it: Since the United States began to be there never was such a post as Fort Philip Kearney, commonly called Fort Phil Kearney. From its establishment, in 1865, to its abandonment, some two years later, it was practically in a state of siege. I do not mean that it was beleaguered by the Indians in any formal, persistent investment, but it was so constantly and so closely observed by war parties, hidden in the adjacent woods and the mountain passes, that there was little safety outside its stockade for anything less than a company of infantry or a troop of cavalry; and not always, as we shall see, for these. Rarely in the history of the Indian wars of the United States have the Indians, no matter how preponderant in force, conducted a regular siege, Pontiac's investment v of Detroit being almost unique in that particular. But they literally surrounded Fort Phil Kearney at all times. Nothing escaped their observation and no opportunity to harass and to cut off detached parties of the garrison, to stampede the herds, or to attack the wagon trains, was allowed to pass by. Not a stick of timber could be cut, nor an acre of grass mowed, except under heavy guard. Herds of beef cattle, the horses for the supply wagons and mounted infantry, the mules for the supply wagons, could not graze, even under the walls of the fort, without protection. The country teemed with game. Hunting parties were absolutely forbidden. To take a stroll outside the stockade on a summer evening was to invite death, or worse if the stroller happened to be a woman. There was no certainty about the attacks, except an assurance that one was always due at any given time. As old James Bridger, a veteran plainsman and fur trader, a scout whose fame is scarcely less than that of Kit Carson, and the confidential companion advisor of Carrington in 1866, was wont to say to him: “Whar you don’t see no Injuns that they’re sartin to be thickest” Fort Phil Kearney was built on a slightly elevated site between the Big and Little Piney forks of the Powder river in what is now Carbon county, Wyoming, on the Bozeman trail from Fort Laramie to the Montana gold fields. This was in the heart of the richest hunting grounds of the powerful Sioux nation and the Northern Cheyennes, who bitterly resented this intrusion upon their lands. Early in 1866 government commissioners held a council with these tribes at Fort Laramie to secure the right of safe passage of emigrants through this country. The principal objector to signing any such treaty was Red Cloud, the war chief of the Oglala Sioux, and, even when other Indian leaders did sign the treaty, he refused and served notice that he “would stand In the trail” if the whites attempted to invade the country and especially If they tried to build military posts along the trail. Heedless of this protest and its possible results, the government went on with its plans and sent Col. Henry B. Carrington of the Eighteenth infantry with a little army of 700 men, four, pieces of artillery, 226 wagons and enough ambulances to carry the wives and children of several of the officers to establish the new posts. Carrington marched from Fort Laramie to Fort Reno, then 160 miles from Fort Laramie, tnoved that post 40 miles westward and garrisoned it Then he pushed jon to the site of Fort Phil Kearney, which he built early in the summer of 1866. In August two companies were sent 90 miles northwest to erect and garrison Fort C. F. Smith. From the first the Indians harassed the parties sent out to cut wood on Piney island, seven miles distant, and there were several lively little fights with a number of casualties when troops were sent out to drive off the raiders. Early in Decern-? ber Capt. W. J. Fetterman of the Eighteenth was sent out with a party of 40 men to protect the wood train. Rashly pursuing a small party of Indians which retreated slowly as he advanced, he soon found his party surrounded, and only the timely arrival of Colonel Carrington with reinforcements shved him and his men. This should have been"a lesson to the captain, but as later events proved it was not. He was Inexperienced in fighting Indians, but bad a vast contempt for them and is said to have once declared that “with 80 men he could ride through the whole Sioux nation.” On December 21 the wood train was attacked about a mile and a hqlf from the fort and Colonel Carrington detached Capt James W. Powell, who had proved himself a prudent and skillful officer during the desultory fighting throughout the summer, with a force of 76 men to drive the Indians off. At the last moment Captain Fetterman appeared on the scene and demanded that he be given command because he was a senior captain.

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Although Carrington was fearful that Fetterman’s recklessness would lead him into trouble, he granted the request, but gave strict orders “on no account to pursue the Indians beyond Lodge Trail Ridge” (a wooded height beyond where the wood train was corralled). Capt. Frederick Brown, an officer who had shown himself as reckless as Fetterman, asked permission to go along and the force was joined by two civilians, bringing its total up to 81 men—just the force with which Fetterman had boasted he “could ride through the whole Sloui nation.” Although what took place on that day will never he known for certain, it has come down in history as the “Fetterman Massacre”—and as inaccurately as the “Custer Massacre” —for not one of the 81 men returned to Fort Phil Kearney alive. Fetterman had disobeyed orders, probably urged thereto by BrowuL nad pursued the Indians beyond the Lodge TraHßidge and was there overwhelmed by Red Cloud swarriors. When Carrington heard the heavy firing he sent out all the available men in the fort—by this time the garrison had been reduced to some 350 through the garrisoning of Fort C. F. Smith and the casualties suffered since Fort Phil Kearney had been established—under Capt. Ten Eyck to reinforce Fetterman. But it was then too late, and all that Carrington found on the field of battle the next day was the scalped and mutilated bodies of Fetterman’s men who had died fighting. Carrington’s position was desperate. It was doubtful if the number of men be had left could hold the fort if the Indians, flushed with their success, should attempt an assault. Fortunately, however, a siege of bitter weather swept down at that time which lessened the chances of Indian attack. But he knew that he must have reinforcements if he were to hold the post He called for volunteers to make the long perilous ride to Fort Laramie and John PhiHlps, a brave frontiersman, employed in the quartermaster’s department and known throughout that part of the country as “Portugee” Phillips, came forward. Although he realized he was risking his life at the hands of the Indians who swarmed about the post or in the bitter cold—the thermometer stood at 25 degrees below zero —Phillips set out on the 236mile ride to Fort Laramie. The story of that ride is one of the classics of the frontier. Phillips staggered into Fort Laramie on Christmas night and, after delivering his dispatches, fell exhausted. Great as was the horror with which his message of disaster was received at Fort Laramie, it was greater still when the news was sent out over the wires throughout the country. It was the first great disaster of its kind on the western frontier and coming at a time when it was generally believed that conditions were peaceful there, the story of the Fetterman disaster shocked the whole nation. Unfortunately Carrington, whose conduct had in every respect been skillful and prudent, wss made the scapegoat for the deeds of his rash captains. He was immediately relieved of his command and in the face of the bitter weather which still held the country in its grip he was ordered to change his regimental headquarters to Fort Caspar, some distance away, an order that was as cruel as it was foolish. It was not until several years later that partial restitution was made to the brave commander of Fort Phil Kearney and the implied stain upon his fair fame as a soldier removed. Fort Phil Kearney was reinforced immediately and a year later the soldiers at that post were given a chance to exact a fearful revenge upon Red Cloud’s Sioux for the slaughter of their comrades in Fetterman’s command. All during the following year the fort was closely invested and late in the summer Red Cloud determined upon one master stroke which would forever drive away the hated white invaders. After his success in December, warriors by the hundred had flocked to his standard and he soon had a force of more than 3,000 braves, eager for blood.

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During the summer a civilian outfit was engaged in cutting wood on Piney island for the winter supply of the garrison. A military guard was stationed on the island to beat off any , Indian attack and on August 2, 1567 this guard, consisting of 32 men and officers, was under the command of Capt. James W. Powell. Red Cloud had decided to wipe out.the woodcutters’ camp first and then proceed to an attack on the fort. Early on the morning of August 2 a party of some 200 Indians attacked the woodcutters, who immediately beat a retreat towards the fort, pursued by the Indians. Captain Powell attacked the savages on the rear, and when they turned on him, he retreated with his little force to-a corral of wagon boxes laid om the ground in the middle of a broad plain. The Indian leader, believing that It would be a simple matter to wipe out the small force of soldiers, sent a party of 500 mounted to charge the Improvised fortress behind whose thin walls Powell and his men were crouching. He did not know that the soldiers had just been issued the latest model breech-loading repeating rifles and that they had an ample supply of ammunition for them. So in a splendid panoply of savage warfare the whooping warriors swept down upon the corral. Powell waited until the Indians were within 50 yards, then gave the word to fire. Immediately an unbroken stream of fire poured forth which mowed the Indians and their mounts down like a scythe of death. But so great was the impetus of their charge that they could not stop until they were almost on top of the wagon boxes. Then their solid front broke, they swerved to each side and rode swiftly out of range of that devastating fire. Again and again that hot day Red Cloud hurled his warriors against the little band of heroes and again and again their steady fire ripped great holes in the ranks of his charging braves. It was afternoon before Red Cloud had had enough. As a relief party from the fort appeared, he sullenly withdrew his forces and gave up the idea of proceeding against the fort. It was not until some time later that the full measure of Powell’s astounding victory was learned. The captain had lost three killed and five wounded, but Red Cloud lost 1,137! Some one has truly said of that fight, “It reads like a story of Cories.” Historians of the frontier call it “The Wagon Box Fight” and are unanimous in pronouncing it one of the greatest victories ever won bj* the white race over its red antagonists. What the Indians think of it is shown by the fact that to this day the Sioux refer to the fight as the “Bad Medicine Battle* where “the white man made his guns fire themselves without stopping.” Although Red Cloud paid dearly at the Wagon Box Fight for his victory over Fetterman and for all the other toll of soldier lives which he had collected in and around Fort Phil Kearney, the final victory in the dispute over whether that fort Should stand on his hunting grounds was his. The next year commissioners were sent out by the government to treat with the Indians —since they couldn’t whip them and make them stay whipped! And Red Clotid, the greatest fighting chief the Sioux had ever had, made the powerful United States government “back down” and in the treaty which was signed (and later shamelessly violated by the w> it might be added) nearly all of his demat ere acceded to. One of them was that the f>> * ah ng the Boseman trail should be abandoned, and accordingly on Jdly 31, 1868—just a little more than two years and two weeks from the date of its establishment—it was evacuated. A little later it was burned ground by the Sioux. Now, if present plans go through, a memorial is to be erected on its site which will fittingly commemorate the valor of the men, both white and red, who fought there —the soldiers of Colonel Carrington and Captain Fetterman and Captain Powell of the United States army and the warriors of Red Cloud of the Oglala Sioux.

sea, through which the light shone. Ptolemy Soter began the construction of the Pharos in the Third century B. C. and it was not completed until about 282 B. <1 The architect was Sostratus of Cnidus. Each of its four sides is said to have measured at the base about W feet Importance of Wanting A great deal of modern education Is based on the theory that wanting is the Important thing.—Woman’s Home Companion.

HER CURE I FOR THE JOY-1 MOLLERS (©' by D. J. Walsh.) JANET HALL had spent the day in making the new living room suite look homelike. She had had to rearrange many things in, order to produce a well-balanced effect, but the effect was charming. She was so hap py, pleased and proud. Mac had presented her with the new furniture on her birthday the day before, but it had reached the house too late last night for her to do more than admire it. She was tired, of course, for she had moved everything about half a dozen times. Even yet she was not sure that she liked Uiat large chair on that side of the robin. But perhaps she had best leave it until she had thought about it a little. Sinking into the soft cushions of the davenport rhe luxuriously rested while she studied her new possessions. Although they had been married many years this was the first really nice furniture she and Mae had ever felt able to buy. He had said just the other day: “Why, we are getting to be old folks, Janet. It's time we began to have a few things we want. No sense in waiting.” She had never dreamed that he was even then contemplating' buying this suite for her. They had seen it when it first appeared in Orton’s window and had stopped to admire it, but she Jiad had not the remotest idea that it would ever be hers. The back door opened aad steps sounded on the kitchen linoleum. A familiar Tloo-heo!” announced the appearance of a small wcman with slightly crossed eyes, a pursy mouth and a stean.ing red complexion. It was Mrs. Keeler, Janet’s next-door neigh * bor. “My goodness, Mrs. Hall! What’s the matter with you? You are as pale as a ghost I” cried the visitor. Janet tried to smile. “Why, 1 am a little tired, that’s all Come here and sit down beside me.” She hospitably patted the inviting cushions beside her. Mrs. Keeler stared hard at the davenport before she sat down. “Oh! This is that suite they had in Orton’s window, isn’t it?” she said. “My husband gave it to me for my birthday” Janet replied Oh! Yes! Web, that’s nice,” Mrs. ; Keeler’s hand was critically exploring ! the texture of the material. “Looks | as if it might wear a long time.” “Hope so.” Janet began to feel a I sense of chill. Mrs. K ier sighed. “We need some new furniture, but | what’s the use of getting it? Keeler and I haven’t any children, or anybody i we care much about leaving it to. And I tell him I’m not going to pvt myself out buying for somebody that w« uldn’t thank you for it. At our ages, you never can tell how long you’re going to be here ’ Janet swallowed at a growing tightness in her throat. It was true. She and Mac had no children, either. The twins had died at three, and a little boy that had followed had never got out of long dresses. They had nobody, but sjme nephews of Mac’s. She looked at her new furniture with darkening eyes. Who would have it after they were gone? Why in no time at all somebody she did not know about might be sitting as she now was upon this very davenport. “You ought to go to the doctor,” Mrs. Keeler said, observing Janet seriously. “!• think you have a very bad color. It doesn’t pay to put these things off, you know. A bit of murmur in the heart, a degree of bloodpressure and —Well, life is a mighty | uncertain proposition—make the best you can of it” ' “That is true,” murmured Janet. She began to feel rather queer and gaspy. Maybe her heart was “acting up” [ again. Os course, she couldn’t tell , about the “pressure,” but people of her I age were apt to suffer from It. Ye: I she would be afraid to go to a doctor ' Suppose he should tel! her that she had not long to live. Or that Mac had not long to live? She remembered ; something she had heard Mrs. Willard say yesterday at the woman’s club: “Just as we get our house of life ip j order where we may enjoy it, we die.” With a terrible little curly feeling along her spine she sank fafther into the delightful cushion to convey premonition of tragedy. “1 came over,” said Mrs. Keeler “to i see if you’d lend me a few slices of bread for supper. 1 missed the bakecart someway. Oh, dear, hum! 1 get so tired of this eternal cooking and baking. What’s the use anyway? You can half kill yourself getting up a meal, and half an hour after it has been eaten it is forgotten, unless, of course, it creates indigestion—Just a few slices. Mrs. Hall. I presume 1 shan’t touch it myself. Keeler says I don’t eat enough to support a fly.” Janet cut the bread, wrapped it in

Odd English Auction Has Its Good Point

A carious auction is held In the vll lage of Upw’ey, Weymouth, England. »very spring when the parish meadow is rented for the year, not to the high est bidder, but to the one who bids last when the light from a bit of can die expires. The auctioneer lights an inch of candle on his desk and the bidding begins. Every eye is fixed on the flickering flame, and every rustic brain Is trying to judge the length of time it will take for it to burn down to the end. As the flame turns blue the bidding becomes fast and furious, but no man is allowed to speak out of his turn. To the one who-bids last at the Hand-Made Furniture In the village of Chaiford, Eng., a group of craftsmen are making fur nitpre every bit of which is hand made, even the nails. The endeavor is to turn out the most beautiful furniture produced in the Twentieth century.

paraffin paper and Mrs. Keeler took it away. But she bore away more than the bread;. she had stolen, not borrowed. Janet’s peace of mind. A few minutes later Janet lay in a heap on the new davenport sobbing into the dainty apron she had donned tor the supper hour. She ardently longed to live to be Mac’s dear comin de to the first real home she had ever had. Yet If the other people noticed a change in her looks it must be she was ill. And that thing Mac had said about not “waiting for things.” That also proved something, didn’t it? An< that wretched little pain that had been tagging her heartbeats lately—why, at this moment she could feel it, piercing her side like a needle. Pains were symptoms. This might mean—angina pectoris I Another woman might have acted more sensibly, but Janef was not a sensible woman. She was just pretty and affectionate and very, very gentle and timid. Credulous, too, as a child, and sensitive and high-strung. Mac, her big kindly husband, had molded about her an environment of love and care and tenderness. He understood her and gloried in her every feminine quality, because it gave him a chance to show how much he loved her. And Janet had thought foolishly that everybody in the world felt toward her just as Mac did. She looked for no harm and expected no evil. She was fast s» bbing herselt into a feverish headache when she felt a presence in the room and suspected her husband. With an impulse to tling herself into his arms she moved. But it was not Mac who stood beside the davenport gazing down upon her with a curiosity that was half humorous. “Well, I declare! What are you try ing to do? Make yourself down sick with that foolish sobbing?” demanded old Mrs. Tobey. She sat down beside Janet. “My I” she exclaimed, as she sank deep. “Where'd you get this sofa? 1 never sat so comfortable in all my life.” Janet wiped here eyes and nose and tried to look reciprocative. “Mac gave the set to me—for my birthday,’ she said and sighed. Old Mrs. Tobey quizzed her with a long look out of shrewd blue eyes. “What are you sighing about it for?” she demanded. “Don’t you like it?” “Like it!” said Janet, dolefully. “Oi course I do. I've wanted some nice furniture for years. But, oh, dear! Mrs. Tobey, what does furniture Or anything matter tn this world if—it you aren’t going to live to enjoy it?” Old Mrs. Tobey studied Janet a moment. “Heart trouble, eh?”she said at last. Janet nodded dumbly. She took up the old woman's large warm hand and laid upon her own bosom. Her eyes explored old Mrs. Tobey’s with terrified question. The real shock Came when old Mrs Tobey laughed . . . and laughed sc heartily that Janet felt an aggrieved sense of being made fun of. “Guess you need a little soda for your digestion.” the old woman said “You haven’t got any heart trouble child. If you had you wouldn’t know it. The worst kinds of heart trouble are quiet. Yours isn’t heart, it’s— Flossy Keeler. She just w>at out oi here, didn’t she?’’ -* “Yes,” admitted* Janet. ' “I saw her, and her face was as red as fire. She’s mad clear through be cause you’ve got the very living room suite that she had been prodding het husband to buy for her. I shouldn’t be surprised if she told you that though you had got the set away froiu her you wouldn’t live long to enjoy it She’s capable of It or anything else with her jealous nature.” Janet was scarlet with astonishment and relief. “Why, Mrs. Tobey!” she gasped. “I suspected what she was up to when I saw her coming in here,” went on old Mrs. Tobey quietly. “So the minute I saw her leave I patted ovei myself. I was pretty sure what I’d find—besides the new furniture. When you’ve lived to my years you’ll have learned not to let the Flossy Keelers of this life have any influence over you. Alkali kills acid, you know and there’s nothing like a good laugh te counteract the effects of a nasty dose of envy.” Seven Ages of Woman Women also have their seven ages: When they won’t marry anyone, when they won’t marfy anyone except a rich man. when they won’t even marry a rich man unless they can have a career, when they may marry some day, when they’li marry anyone, when they actually do marry and when they say they wouldn’t have married except for his insisting.—Fort Wayne News-Sentinel. Greeks Ate Asparagus Asparagus has been for at least 2,000 years a favorite table delicacy. ' The ancient Greeks are said to have [ first become acquainted with its use j and virtues when they came into con- j tact with their Asiatic neighbors. The Romans obtained the succulent vegetable in turn from the Greeks and for centuries cultivated it as a luxury for the wealthy.—Gas Logic.

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