The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-09-10
THE APACHE CHIEF.
'.it's : lonely place. Sarah. sure
4 nourh..n

Lonely Why, Ransom, it gives
ms the creeps to be BY myself alone. "
We'll, wife, we musn't lose heart at
: tribe like that The time, will come
when ven have neighbors enough in
Long Prairie, and then wen be. glad
thas we didn't give up at the start"
N Ransom Bishop was girding his
sturdy little horse as he spoke. Now
- imprinted . last kiss on his wife's
liPA gave the little girl . final toss in
~ ar. and sprang into the saddle.
FL be back BY bedtime" /" he said,
so keep some coffee on the fire for
me, and bite to eat in the cup
board. y
The pony started with snort, toss
ing his head until the bride chains
clinked merrily. and old Boge. the big.
gaunt hound. who acted as sentry at
tie Bishop residence, filed the air with
joyous barks as he capered along beside
his master.
His mistress called to him sharply,
and the hound came back with his head
dropping and his tail between his legs,
the picture Of detection. Little Dora
ebegan tugging at his long ears and
pulling his tail. and the dog soon
responded playfully to his little mistress
sport
The mother left the pair rolling and
tnmbling in the grass and went back to
tAe house. Like . very new settlement
there was . good deal to do about the
ono the Bishops had set up in Arizona.
aAd husband and wife were kept busy
from dawn to bedtime doing it.
An hour had passed since Ransom
Bishop had vanished over the prairie,
and the mother, busted at her household
tnshs. had quite forgotten her little
daughter at play, when the sound Of
voices outside attracted, her attention.
Looking out she beheld sight that
made her blood run cold.
Seated on the grass, with her budgy
! arms around Boge's neck, the child
was prattling gaily to stranger that
bent over her.
And such stranger!
a stalwart Indian attired in buckskin,
with the eagle plumes, that denote a
i warrior, decorating his glossy hair. and
i : necklace Of grizzly claws around his
neck. His mustang grazed quietly on
T the grass near by. and leaning on his
long lance the animals master was en-
I @tsrtaining himself with the white baby
ut his feet.
Mrs. Bishops first impulse was to
give voice to scream of terror, but
ahe thought bettcr Of it and bridled her
tssriSc tongue.
Her second was to rush from the house
and clasp her little daughter in her
arms, and on this she acted
At the sound Of her feet the Indian
looked up. He stepped back pace,
and smile crossed his savagely hand
some face as the mother caught the
child up.
mo 'fraid," he said quietly. '.Big
Bear no fight babies.
I'm sure don't see why you
aAonh. gasped Mrs: Bishop. .1or my
Dora is the sweetest little thing"
Little missus much pretty said
4 Big Bear. ..Here-take um, wear"
And deaaching asors of gold armlet
q bears teeth strung upon golden
wire from his STRONG arm, he placed it
4 ayonnd the child's neck.
Maybe some day Big Bear come
gsn. = said the savage $50 BY"
And throwing himself upon the bare
back Of his pony he was off like shot.
Ransom Bishop found his wife sitting
{ up for him when he got home that
night. She could not sleep with the
story she had to tell untold.
Her husband listened to It with a
serious face. It was tho first visit they
had ever hid from an Indian, and
though they had, Of course, expected
one sooner or later, it was scarcely
pleasant news all the same.
He certainly couldn't have had any
harm in his heart to make baby q
& present like that though y he said,
examining the armlet cuTiously. s.From
all | know of Indians they do not part
with their ornaments to every one. !"
He seemed good naturcd enough"
said Mrs. Bishop, ''and tell you. Ran
som, he was real good looking for an
Indian. y
Trust to . woman to find that out, y
observed the settler. Anyhow we
can't improve matters by losing our
Il sleep. So let US 90 to bed.
Settlers on the border have prey
4 erb that the first visit from an Indian
brings many, and the Bishops realized
S the truth OF the saying very shortly.
"A couple Of days after Big Bears visit
three Indians rode up to the house.
They were civil enough. asking for wa
/ ter and drinking heartily OF what Ran.
com Bishop gave them. While they
were lounging about one Of them MOTTO
ed the beai,' IS tooth ornament little Do.
RI wore He spoke in sharp tone tc
1 his companions, and all three stared .,
ths little girl instantly.
When the settler, who. Of course
4 noticed the popularity Of their chang
4 ga manner, spoke TO them, they replied
with every evidence CT respect, anG
went sway with shout of parting.
Ransom Bishop told the story Of hi.
i last visitors to his nearest neighbor
Il the ranchman ut Cottonwood Bottom
live miles away. The ranchman laugh
q Cd when he heard il.
on are in luck, Bishop, he said.
by SOP demanded the settler.
IN having such 4 protector. =
protector! w fhop p''
Don II you know who Big Bear tsp
sertainly don 4 &. z 81 3,s5.
Then II enlighten you. He is th,
gxeatest warrior of the Apache tribe
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