The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-01-06


Savage wSsnre In BFSsklyn.
One day last week Joralemon Street
man arrived from Carlisle, Penn, with
a young Indian squaw whom he had
taken from school there and whom he
proposed to train for an upper servant.
The news of the arrival flew like Wild
fire. and the small boys of the neighbor-
hood began preparations for the cam
paign. They slept on the A6ur nights,
wrapped in blankets, to inure themselves
to the fatigue and bardstips Of an active
expedition, and ate hard tack and such
spoiled meat as they could find, that they
might prove trained soldiers when hos
tilities opened.
Friday night was fixed for the attack.
twenty veteran youngsters VINO mad reao
of score of bloody Indian battles armed
themselves with broom handles and
flOcked to the fray.
'.Be cautious, men, ~ whispered Doony
Murphy, who had been elected General.
1.-The enemy is now at prayer meeting.
She viii return through the Fulton "a
vine, and as she rounds the angle into
JOralemon canon we will trail her to her
lairr'
''Shall we betake ourselves to the
woods General ?, Inquired Mick Mozart.
ney, who was second in command,
$50 dor ordered the General, in q
stentorian voice, but the troops got be-
hind tree boxes and lamp posts.
Not q sound broke the stiffness save
the bells and brakes of the Court Street
buffaloes, as they stopped to discharge or
take in passengers. The wind swept
across the prairie in front of the City
Hall, drowning the roar of the grizzly
bear as he hawked his Eagles up and
down the lonely basin of Myrtle Avenue.
A spreading antler buck stood before the
Academy billboard, wildly chawing the
Patti show bills and rejoicing in his free
dom.
At length the prayer-meeting services
were ended. and Sarah, the squaw.
started with the free and easy stride of
her race to ride home.
Brooklyn expects every man to do
his duty!' said Gen. DOOny Murphy, as
a scout reported the arrival of the foe.
He turned shade paler as he spoke,
but his companions noted it not. "When
1 give the ringing word of command,
have at the redskins p he continued,
and, as the order went down the line,
each hoodlum grasped his stick with
firmer hand and thought of home and
mother.
Slowly and with elastic tread Sarah
alighted from Greene, Gates & Fulton
Indian pony and cautiously picking out
the trail, passed over the plains where
Court and Fulton meet, and turned into
the dark and dismal canon of JOralemOn,
destined soon to sparkle with life blood.
'.Lie quiet, men, ordered the General,
COL" Mick Mccartney, you may lead
the attack, surround her if you can, but
be wary. The red devil may escape
into her mountain fastness unless YOU
are wary!'
Colonel Mick gave ringing salute,
and ordered his men to stand fast.
Sarah had penetrated the ravine about
hundred feet when suddenly there
arose yell of rage and vengeance, and
the troops were upon her.
The battle was bitter. Murphy and
his men were brave, but the squaw had
legs like thrashing machine and fists
like shoulders of beef. Across the prairie
the wind bore the bowls of the wounded
and the crash of the fray, mingled with
the shrek of defeat and the hOarse cry
of victory.
Then all was still again and peaceful
in that awful dell.
And the buck left the Patti show bills
and wandered over the field, gorging
himself on assorted sizes of seats of
trousers, thickly scattered there. The
red child of the plains went home, think
ing that civilization had some charms,
and inclined to regard coming home as
more elevating to the morals than going
to prayer-meeting, while Murphy and
Mccartney stood up before the tattered
remnant of their army and examined
dime novels to see where they made their
mistake.
One of yesterdays story papers con-
tanned the following answer to CORE
spondents:
ID. Murphy-You should have crossed
the prairie in the other direction, as an
Indian always fights against the wind.
Mutton tallow and tannin are said to be
good. From the description we think
the button holes of your pants may be
used again, but the rest appears to have
been badly damaged. No; we don't
think you had better attack her again.
Another time you had better 60 for the
rest of the prayer-meeting and let the
Indian CO. -Brooklyn Eagle.