The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1869-12-21


half doxan more, when the thought
struck them that it was better not to go
| far from the house lest some lurking be-
bind would continue the attack, and
| they rode back.
| The search for white man among
the bodies of the slain was unsuccessful,
so Bill decided in his mind that if
M'Kandlas had been in the party he had
escaped this time.
/ AS they approached the house they
took particular pains to make their indi-
viduality known by signals which could
aot be misunderstood, therefore they
were spared the perils which it seemed
| friends rather than foes had cast upon
them during the charge. ls n
In q short time, their horses left close
in the shadow of the house. the two
brave friends were in it once more.
You can light up ! reckon, cried
! Buffalo Bill whe1 he entered. The Reds
or what's left of 'em are off to their
tribes on q run
Thank Heaven, you are safe,' said
Mrs. Cody, as she heard the voice of
her son. Il hope you and your brave
| friend are unharmedp
'All right, mother. but a scratch or
two that cold water will heal--but are
Kandlas at the Window
Y es, my son-I never can forget his
face. / surely saw it,
| Then he has gone 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 have our hands full.
But we're good for 'em, aren't we
Bill2'
Il reckon we are, if we know our
seves,, said Wild Bill.
The moon had gone down before the
day dawned, but the repulsed Cheyen-
nes never bated in their headlong speed
until couple of hours after sunrise,
when they had reached q thick cotton
wood grove on the soath bank of the
Republican river. s
Here at the call of their chief, they
dismounted and gathered around him.
By his side, with a scowl of anger and
some show of distrust, too, in his face,
stood Jake M'kandlas, the white ruffian
who had planned this foray. o.
Looking ssernly at him, after count
ing the warriors left, the old chief said:
There will be great cry among the
squaws in the lodges of the Cheyennes.
Many warriors have gone down-the cir
scalps are in the belts Of our enemies,
and we have not a scalp to show that has
been takn in return for ours. What has
the Hawk of the Hills to say to this?
That what the Great Spirit wills to
be, will bep said NJ Kandlas in reply.
If we had fought as white men fight
and charged right in on them, we would
now haye their scalps in our belts. Big
Naples would not listen to my words.
He fought his way and lost half his war
riors. It is not my fault have spo-
ken.' vsesze@8ssF.a -s eza
The Hawk of the Hills has spoken
with q single tongue. His words are
|, true. But the faces of the tribe 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 M'Ksndlas, quietly.
If the gun of Big Maple missed fire,
does he throw it away, Or pick the flint
and try it agaip2 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 set
Elements which we can reach in two or
three days journey. We can go there
for plunder and scalps and then come
; back here, and when the fighting men
are not here or are asleep we csn sprin-
kle the bones of our dead with the blood
of vengence where they FELL ii
The Hawk of the Hills speaks like q
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 hearty
meal, the first for twenty-four hours.
It was not finished when an alarm was
given by scout White men mounted
: and armed were coming in from the
; South.
They are not those we fought last
nigh.r 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 brothers remain where
they are ready to fight or to fee, If they
see that am among their enemies
The Hawk of the Hills is q great
brave. His words are good and his
deeds go with them,' said the Cheyenne
chief.
M'Kandlas now mounted his horse,
put bit of white cloth on the ramrod
of his rife and rode out from the shell
1 ter Of the grove toward the group of ad-
y vancing horsemen, some ten or a dozen
number.
~ They halted as soon as he was obrerv-
Led, and seemed to look to their arms.
He rode boldly on until within two or
three hundred yards when a shout of
recognition rose on both sides and men
rode rapidly to meet him.
They were his own men from Black
Hills, whom he had left there to carry
his busincs of pillaging emigrant trains
while he came down on an expedition on
his own private account.
why are you here2' he asked as they
rode up. What did you leave Cave Can
yon for?'
Because we got sarched out, and