Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1886-04-02
Poor Cub! He was struoplinp +,

get up. | bent down over him, knel
down beside him, patted his neck
Yes, there is no harm in saying it,
put my arms around his neck ant
kissed him. felt d tear roll down
my cheek and then | felt faint
Pryor raised ne up and said, "Here
Tom, trot off n I'll take care O thing
here"
felt very weak for the moment
but suppose it was the thought tina
Cub his got to go. | tried to brac,
up, but it was no use and everything
became dark again.
. vas reused bv "a rife shot. There
was danger aud | was on my feet in f,
moment. There was second shot
1t was given by Long Tom and ht
fired apparently at the grass. One o.
the Indians who had fallen was MOI
killed, hut while we were wasting
time instead of picking up the horses
and attending to our safety, this one
crawled away add had nearly reached
the horses, which were complacently
eating grass about half a mile away.
Long Tom was bent on horseflesh
too when the willy Indian fired on
HIM. There was no need TOR further
introduction between them, and the
second shot had termin ted the In
dian S ability for further warfare.
Come, boys" I'D Hank Pryor,
I'VE re not done vet. Here, Charlie.
let me load yer piece; yer kinder blind
vet, seem as yer face is so red in
streaks. Mop the blood ont yer eyes.
Here We are
He haoded me the rifle and seized
his own. We gave Cub no more pre-
sent thought, but ran for Tom.
We s,~ him sit down. | yelled
out: Hank take care o Tom. Bill
and | will get the horses aud the reds.
We were not long in securing TIE
whole five. One of them had an ugly
won Il in the shoulder but it would
not unfit him for service. | mounted
the best and leading three. started
back to Pryor and Tom. Bill took
the other and galoped off to visit the
remaining Indians and making sure
that We did not get any more stray
shots. | FASTENED back to the two
men. Pryor WAS holding Tom up
tsndrrIy. the lips were bloodless snd
Tom spoke with great difficulty.
took his hand.
Il guess boys-it's all up with me.
It's kind o hard-to be killrd--by a
sneak bullet-but-ve'Il-bury me
all right-won't ves"
He sank down. The brave fellow
who had aided IN saving me was gone.
We laid him down tenderly and mel.
ther Pryor nor spoke until Bill
came He mad accomplished his en-
tire task, and we were insured against
any further sneak bullets as Tom had
called them. Bill packed the guns
and accouterments on one Of the horses
aud gave it into nv care. We put the
dead body Of our comrade and friend
on another horse, sitting in the saddle
as If in life. Pryor mounted behind
md, holding him up, rode slowly to-
ward the timber.
1t wa. a sad cavalcal,; but night
was coming on and there was much
TO be done.
Nugget Bill rode up beside me and
said:
Charlie, We may hear another shot,
bat don't We mind it, fur We know it's
best. I'll do it straight and sure and
bring We the bride It's kinder hard
aud you better not try to do it.
"All right, Bill; in fact it makes
me feel sick 10 think Of it
He rode away and in the gathering
darhnes. the kindly shot was given
that ended poor Cubs pain.
We pitched our camp that night
bont quarter of mile within the
timber aud there with our knives and
hands dug grave and laid peor Tom
away. We cut rude cross in the
bulk of the tree that stood as his sen
'lnel, and with the hope that neither
Indian nor coyote would discover him,
We mounted our horses at the dawn.