The Red Cloud chief., 1880-03-11
SAVED w A SANDSTORN.

An Adventure In View Mexico.
The incident lam about4o relate took
place on the Tornado Desert, the route
across which is called, in the language
of the country, Journaaa del Meurte-.
journey ~ deStAA 1s
1t is a barren, t~reeless waste, stretch
ingfor 80 miles along the Rio Grande
River, and extending eastward to the
White Mountains, unwatered by . sin
gle stream, and only n spot for OBJ
tanning a supply of natures precious
beverage-kn0wn also by the OminOus
title Of Ojo del Meurte (spring of DEATH
is found in the whole length of the
passage.
Scant vegetation exists i'm a few ia
vored localities, but the greater part is
a CRASHES plain, alternating with vast
fields of white sand, which, blown hith-
er and thither by the fierce winds that
in summer sweep Over the torrid ex-
panse, look like biaowy seas on the hor-
lion. This tract would also be devoid
of all animal life, but for the ceaseless-
ly roaming red man, and the occasional
s herds of antelope ~thatspeed fieetly from
range to range of the widely separated
q
1t was on an occasion such as 1 have
lust noted, that I was led into the per-
ilous situation, from the dangers of
which one of Natures wild and sim
gular phenomena interposed to save
me. Wearied by the insctivities of a
halt made early in the day, Bob and l
had wandered forth to stretch our legs,
and look for antelope. The quest prov
ing fruitless, we now stood for a mo-
ment looking over the dreary prospect,
within whose desert sweep we seemed
10 be the only living creatures. The
sun, still some hours high, beat down
with undated zeal upon the cleaning
y waste, and not a breath of air stirred to
fan our heated brows. Long, filmy,
spiral like clouds stood high in the azure
@iAeavens, an indicu1ionk de whirlwind
in those latitudes, we both knew; and
Bob, cycling them, remarked:
= ga good day for whirlwinds there goes
/. one now pointing out 70 me a slight
cloud Of dust rising above q swell Of the
plain far to our right "No, there's
something moving there" he added, as
sevsral dark objocts became visible,
bobSing up and down beyond the rise.
Com antelope, peshaRs,' hug
.Antelopel not they. Anseaope
would shows more white. BY George,
we are in for IL! J. believe those are
Indians,s returned my friend, steadily
watching the distant ohjects.s
= "Yes, and there's . lot of then1.t TOO.
Let's be on out Of this 6eforc they see
: rs" I exclaimed, as . dozen or more
eavage forms clustered tpgeeheP on the
/. mound, LEFT no f~drthef416n d 7doubt
ascto whstu pscies o. animal they be-
heed.s
AGThey are Wound @ Sc as tiny How.
They see as nov, but weN g1rerm a
long chase. Come on" cried Bob, lop-
ing of at a great rate as he spoke.
Taking one more look ct the Indians,
I sawst that they were stil there; and
ss0m1Ghing more Issw, hat Which por-
tended yet gresser danger to us: A
slendn column of smoke Was slowly
making its way into the s6n air.. A Sig
nal smokef Then there were more OF
che red fiends around, whom these were
notifying OF the discovery of our pres
enoe, and how much more ] could only
e conjecture. w
Being q good runner in those days, l
was soon alongside of Bob, shouting
what / had seen to him as we ran.
"I know the game. They have been
watching u train and have seen us 81
I the time. They have ST a trap for us
divided us-and l reckon We are in a
tx yelled Bob, glancing su~spiciously
S6outs asffwpcans 70 sssaenemy
Sprn1g O. 81 theevoH eand = Oar feet.