The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-12-14

to make their individuality known by signals |
which could not be misunderstood, therefore !
they were spared the perils which IL seemed |
friends rather than their foes had cast upon
them during the charge.
In q short time, their horses left close in the
shadow of the house, the two brave friends were
in il once more.
''You can light up, reckon" cried Buffalo
Bill when he entered. ''The Reds, or what's
left OF EN-, are of to their tribes on the ram"
"Thank Heaven, you are safe said Mrs.
Cody, as she heard the voice of her son. II
hope you and your brave friend are unharmed"
"All right, mother but q scratch or two that
cold water will heal-but are you sure you saw
the face of Jake M'Kandlas at the Window
eyes, my sOn-l never can forget his face. /
surely saw it,"
''Then he has got off this time. ! knew most
of his gang had gone under, but / didn't think
he had taken up with the Cheyennes. They say
that every tribe in the West but the Pawnees
are going with the South. If they are, we border
folks will nave our hands full. But we're good
for EN-, aren't we Bill?'
81 reckon we are, if we know ourselves" said
Wild Bill.
The moon had gone down before day dawned
but the repulsed Cheyennes never bated in their
headlong speed until couple of hours after
sunrise, when they had reached thick cotton
wood grove on the south bank of the Republican
river
Here, at the call of their chief they dismounted
and gathered around him. By his side, with n
scowi of anger and some show of distrust too,
| fan who had planned this foray.
Looking sternly at him, after counting the
| warriors left, the old chief said:--
There will be n great cry among the squaws
in the lodges of the Cheyennes Many warriors
| have gone down-their scalps are in the belts of
| our enemies and we have not a scalp to show
that has been taken in return for ours. What
| has the Hawk of the Hills to say to thisI'
THAT which the Great Spirit wills to be- will
| be-" said MKandlas in reply. "If we had
| fought as white men fight, and charged right in
on them. we would now have their scalps in our
| belts. Big Maple would not listen to my words.
He fought his way and lost half his warriors.
| 1t is not my fault. / have spoken"
'"The Hawk of the Hills has spoken with
single tongue. His words are true. But the
faces of the tribes will be black when we go
back without scalps. What has my brother to
| say to that?" asked the chief.
THAT if we go back without scalps, we are
fools !" said NJ Kandlas, quietly. ''If the gun of
| Big Maple misses fire, does he throw it away, or
pick the flint and try it again There are more
days and nights than one, and plenty of pale
faces are scattered about the plains. The Hawk
of the Hills knows other settlements which we
can reach in two or three days journey. We
can 90 there for plunder and scalps and then
come back here and when the fighting men
are not here or are asleep, we can sprinkle the
bones of our dead with the blood of vengeance
| where they fell"
THE Hawk of the Hills speaks like a man.
The heart Of Big Maple was weak. 1t is strong
again. The warriors will cook meat, and eat
while their horses rest and iced
Light lazing fires emitting scarcely any smoke,
we're now made from dry twigs, and the war
riors made hearty meal. the first for twenty
four hours. 1t was not finished when an alarm
was given by a scout. White men mounted and
armed were coming in from the South.
"They are not those we fought last night ~
said M'Kandlas. "They have not had time to
get to this side of the river. l will ride out
alone and see who they are. Let my red bro
theirs remain where they are ready to fight or to
flee, if they see that am among their enemies y
''The Hawk of the Hills is great brave. His
words good and his deeds go with them
said the Cheyenne chief.
| M'kandlas now mounted his horse, put a DIT
| of white cloth on the ramrod of his rifle, and
rode out from the shelter of the grove towards
the group of advancing horsemen, some ten or
a dozen in number.
They halted as soon as he was observed and
seemed to look to their arms
He rode boldly until within two or three
| hundred yards, when shout of recognition rose
on both sides and men rode rapidlyto meet him
They were his own men from the Black Hills,
whom he had left there to carry on his busines:
( of pillaging emigrants, while he came down OF
, an expedition on his own private account.
I ''Why are you here?" he asked, as they rode
up. "What did you leave Cave Canyon for?'
, Because we got sarched out, and scorcheC
: out and whipped out !" said one, who seemed tt
9 head the party.
well, boys, I'm glad you are here, for now
7 I'll do the work | failed in last night. Tha
r internal fend, Buffalo Bill with Wild Bill anC
g | Dave Tut, wiped out over twenty CheycnneI
that piloted down to the Cody place last night.
c Dave Tut? Why he is one of us-one OF ou
0 Sort at any rate" said Frank Stark, the one whC
had spoken first.
d 'Yes-he used to be- but he's with them now
y l couldn't get to see him alone, or would havt
d known what it meant. had my own idea tina
r he was after one of the gals, for they wer
, purifier than any pictur that was ever painted
g and know he's death after that kind of game
IL But ride on boys, and get something to eat, ant
then Wen plan for nice bit of work tonight
0 There's between twenty and thirty Cheyenne
It left, and they'll fight like blazes for revenge"
!. MKandlas now turned and rode back with
IS his men to the grove so busy in talking wit
n them that he did not notice single person on
hill beyond the river, who had evidently seen al
l. his movements, and who rode off swiftly whel
S, the ruftian leader entered the grove.
There are warriors from my band in tn
y Black Hills, come to fight by the side of thei
&c chief" said MKandlas to the Cheyenne chief a
y he and his men rode up among the camp-fres
"They are welcome rs the rain when the cart
9, is dry. Big Maple is glad TO see them here"
&c Now cook and eat, boys, said MKandla'
''and let your horses rest and feed till we ar
l. right. Well then wipe out Buffalo Bill and hi
70 party, and make raid down the river as far a
'r we can and then strike for the Platte for rest
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