Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1869-12-17

half dozen more, when the thought struck
them that 1t was better not to go far from
the house, lest some lurking behind would
continue the attack, and they rode back. |
The search for white man among tho |
bodies of the slain was unsuccessful, so Bill |
decided in his mind that If NJ Kandlas had |
been in the party he had escaped this time. |
As the approached the house they took
pains to make their individuality known
by signals which could not be msunder-
stood, therefore they were spared the perils
which IL seemed friends rather than their
foes had cast upon them during the charge.
In short time, their horses left close in
the shadow of the house, tho two brave
friends were in it once more.
"You can light up, reckon cried Buff
falo Bill whom he entered. 1.-THE reds, or
what's left of 'em, are off to their tribes on
the rum"
"Thank heaven, you are SAFE" said Mrs.
Cody, as she heard the voice of her son. II
hope you and your brave friend are UNI
harmed?'
"All right, mother, but 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-I never can forget his face.
l surely saw it,"
''Thon 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 South. If they are, we border folks
will have our hands full. But we're good
for 'em, arnt we, BillP'
81 reckon we are, five know ourselves"
said Wild Bill.
The moon had gone down before day
| dawned, but the repulsed Cheyennes never
bated in their headlong speed until coup
| le of hours after sunrise, when they had
| reached thick cottonwood grove on the
south bank of the Republican river.
| Here. at the call of the chief, they dis
mounted and gathered around him. by
his side, with scowl of anger and some
show of distrust, too, in his face, stood
| Jake M'Kendlas, the white ruflian who
| had planned this fOray.
Looking sternly at him, after counting
the warriors left, the old chief said:
"There will be great cry among the
squaws in the lodges of the Cheyenncs.
| 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 this?'
"That which the Great Spirit wills to be,
| will bel said NJ Kandlas in reply. "Ifwc
| 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
n 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 foolsw said M'Kandlas, quietly. "Ii
the gun of Big Maple misses fire, does he
throw it away, or pick the flint and try 1t
again? There are more days and nights
than one, and plenty of pale faces are scat
tered about the plains. The Hawk of the
| settlements
can reach in two or three days journey.
We can go there for plumber 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"
1.-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
feed'
Light blazing fires, emitting scarcely any
smoke were now made from dry twigs, and
the warriors made a hearty meal, the first
for twenty-four hours. 1t was not finished
when an alarm was given by scout
White men mounted and armed were com
ing in from the South.
"They are not those we fought LAS
nightr' said MKandlas. "They have moi
had time to get this side of the river.
will ride out alone and see who they are
Let my red brothers remain where they
are, ready to fight or to flee, if they see tina
/ am among their enemies"
''The Hawk of the Hills is a great brave
His words are good and his deeds go will
them" said the Cheyenne chief.
M'Kandlas now mounted his horse, pu
a bit of white cloth on the ramrod of hi
rifle and rode out from the shelter of thu
grove toward the group of advancing horse
: men, some ten or dozen in number.
They halted as soon as he was observed
and seemed to look to their arms.
lie rode boldly on until within two o
three hundred yards when a shout of rec
IGNITION rose on both sides and men ROD
rapidly to meet him.
, They were his own mon from the Blacl
Hills, whom he had left there to carry OF
his business of pillaging emigrant trains
while he came down on an expedition oil
his own private account.
"Why are you here ?" he asked, as the,
rode up. "What did you leave Cave can
yen for?'
because we got sarched out, and scorch
ed out, and whipped Quit" said one, VIII
seemed to head the party.
"Well, boys, I'm glad You are here, 70
now I'll do the work | failed in last night
That internal fiend, Buffalo Bill, with Wilt
Bill and Dave Tut wiped out over twent.
Cheyennes that piloted down to the Cod.
place last night"
"Dave Tut? Why he is one of us-on
of our sort at any rate y said Frank Stark
the one who had spoken first.
"Yes-he used to be, but he's with then
now | couldn't get no chance to see hin
alone, or | would have known what
meant. | had my own idea that he wa
after one of the gals, for they're purtie
than any picter that was ever painted, ant
| know he's death after that kind of game
But ride on boys and get something to eat
and then We'll plan for nice bit of worl
tonight. There's between twenty am
thirty Cheyennes left, and they'll fight lik
blaZes for revenge"
M'Kandlas now turned and rode bacl
with his men to the grove, so busy in talk
ing with them that he did not notice a sin
gle person on hill beyond the river, VIII
had evidently seen all his movements, an,
who rode off swiftly when the ruflian lead
err entered the grove.
"There are warriors from my band in tn
Black Hills, come to fight by the side q
their chiefr said M'Kandlas to the Chey
enne chief, as he and his men rode up a
mong the camp-lires.
"They are welcome as the rain when tn
earth is dry. Big Maple is glad to see then
} here"
"Now cook and eat, boys" said MKand
las, "and let your horses rest and feed I'll
we are right. Wen then wipe out Buflal
Bill and his party, and make raid dow
the river as far as we can and then strik
for the Platte for rest" The continuation
of this wild, true and exciting story will b
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No. 1896, n. y.