Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1867-11-13

Of our interest in their future glory,
they were asked to favor US with their
styles of horseback riding. Nine young
men were called out bY Ten Bears,
their old chief, with an equal number
of their best ponies. The fiat lands on
the north bank of the Nes-ea-tumga
were selected as the show grounds
The ponies were led to the appointed
place by nine blushing maidens, who
seemed to enjoy the scene which fol-
lowed, as we surely did. The ponies
were grouped in a circle, the squaws
standing at their heads on the inner
side. Then came the young men with
breech clouts and moccasins on. Each
man selected his pony, and at a given
signal from Ten Bears, they leaped
astraddle of their sinewy chargers, who
seemed to understand the coming race.
The first movement was that of riding
in semi and looped circles then hang
ing by one leg. and shooting arrows at
trees as they dashed like shootingstars
in the air, by them then springing to
their feet, standing erect on the ponies
backs with arms advanced, bows
drawn, arrows pointed, and a whisping
drive through the wind, piercing a
tree fifty yards away. Then they hang
ed themselves by their shins adown
the ponies sides, their long hair rat
tling in the tall grass, as dsshi-g for
ward they came. With babel tongues
other orders rang, and in lightning
speed the sequel came. By a dash of
the arm or a wsg of the leg the ponies
changed their course, the Indians ball
ancing and changing their postures to
match the fullness of his design. Here
and there. everywhere, they touched
the earth, to unsod another spot. A
half hour spent, and not tired yet
Our hour host shouted in babel thun-
der, Ne-en-con-tom-ka J In came the
riders sstride their painting steeds-a
shake of the hand and the scene was
ended.
NOW IN CAMP.
Out in front of large tent, pencil
"Press Tent" ''our special artist"
Jack HoWland) of Harper's Weekly
Is whirling on a sticks point above his
head large specimen of somebody's
queensware the Commission, out ot
doors, sitting on camp stools, basking
in the-sun of MONDAY,
Laughed to see the sport.
And Sanborn ran away with spoon"
The QuarteTmaster and Commissary
Departments in this ''outft" are iamm-
ed into one. Right east, two rods,
from our two facing tents four kitchen
and dining room,l are large boxes
placed around and in front of Fort An
nuity, whose commandant is Col. A. 7.
Chamberlin, of the ID Minnesota,
whose gallant deeds in our late war are
his mantle of glory. To the left and
rear Is the tent of Lieut.. Col Wynkoop,
the agent of the Arapahoe and Chey-
ennes Indians. Near by is his Jenny,
that was gwen to him by the Indians,
in whose cruel captivity it was long
held. By day it was our sport, and by
night its brayings was our musical tor
ture. 1t is heshy, and from all appear
ances, has not been treated as other
females are when among the Indians.
Over to the far left of the camp are
Col J. II. Leavenworth's tents, and
wagons, who is the agent of the Kio-
was and Comanches. Nothing peculiar
about his retinue, save his mules, who
have been among the Indians so long
that breech clouts are recommended.
On the left guard are encamped, in
dog tents, our infantry, who love good
grub and Indian wars. On our right
end are encamped $50 esYalrymen,
who carelessly remark "that the socie-
ty is preferable to the more varied civ
ilization of Indians" To the right of
headquarters is Gen. Harney's Sibley,
who calls his orderly early every morn
ing, to find out what it was that awak-
ened him. Between the two IS the
tent wherein reside Senator Hender-
son ami Colonel Tappsn, the former of
whom expOstulates on the history of
England and d-s the Missouri Com
promise, while the Colonel swears dis
grace TO Chivington, and, although
bachelor loves an Indian hug.
THE CHEYENNEs
Will be in on Monday, the 2Sth, Ger,
tainly. So says the messenger who has
just returned from their camp. We
have had too many Of their certainties,
and want now something more posi-
tive. We will wait further till -.
A song breaks upon my ear, ohorused
by the whole camp-I wish al were at
sweet, sweet home" H j. B.