The Russellville Democrat., 1889-02-14

Work ol Contracting the Indian field. II every field is enters, civilization is al
 iconoelast, but nowhere is it's destruc.
 ton of idols and hopes so relentles
 and so complete as among the Indians , When the Sioux nation was placed
 upon the immense reservation west Q
 the Missouri river, the tribes were
 separated. It 30 happened that th,
 tribe to which Raid-in-the-Fac be-
 longed was stationed at Standing
 Rock, while his wifes tribe was sen
 to the lower agency. Above all thing,
 that an Indian reseuts, it IS remova
 from his tribe. The tribe of Rain-in- the-Face being located at Standing Rock, he insisted on remaining, while the young wife and mother pined fol the company of those with whom she had been reared. She had realized that Raiu-in-the-F Face had little levt for her. He was eTer jealous of the affection which she received from hel pretty boy, who had now grown to the toddling ago.
 Having remained at Standing Rock until patience was exhausted, the wife departed for her tribe, three hundred miles distant, taking the boy with her. She left while Rain-in-the.Face was alb. sent on hunt. When the chief re. turned he could learn nothing of the whereabouts of his boy-he made few inquiries concerning the wife, for her desire to return to her tribe rather than remain with him had extinguished the last spark of his love for her, al- though he still regarded her iealously for the sake of his child. Day and night he searched. He had secured the reservation, but no Koska did he find. and at last he learned that the boy had been taken to the lower agency. He knew of the boys attach, ment for the mother, and Was aware that she would be defended in her claim to the son by every Indian in her tribe, where she was now safely forti- fled. To add to his sorrow, his inGu- ence among his Indians had been broken by the agent, who found this the only way to make him submissive
 For months he studied, planned and dreamed devices for the return of little hoska The proud head dropped. haln-in-the-Fuce was not himself The l hunt no longe: had charms, nor did he join in the shout. and dances. His boy! Ho wanted his Koska. Wherever he went, whatever he did his mind was on the boy. How humble aud | how meek was Rain-in-the- Face nowt In former years he spoke to the whites with condesceusion and disdain Now he sought them for advice and cons ola ton. While upon the war-path agai nst the whites he was desperate in glee, put now ne was desperate in sorrow men he would plan battle with the very audacity of Napoleon; but now he planned-with what intensity of de- 1 spair did he plan for the return ef his departed happiness,
 He sought the advice of the few whites at the agency whom he counted as his friends Knowing the treaohery of his own people, he would not trust them. He trusted them when a mere 1 battle was at stake, but in the silent fight for that which had grown about his heart so closely he appealed for tn e aid of the whites In this there was double purpose, He would sooner trust the whites. and then he felt that. with them as his advisers, he would not be haunted by the fear of their un- known laws,
 In conversation with one of his white friends, he imported the secret of his plans. He had decided to go to the lower agency, and, arriving in the night, steal the boy before the camp could be aroused. He wanted the as- sistance of his white friends. How he quivered, and how his eyes followed every motion of his friend while he spoke, He felt that the man was his friend, but he was not positive; and he trembled lest his confidence would be betrayed. But he proceeded, He wanted his friend to inform another trusted friend at the lower agency, who would give him information regarding the location and surroundings of the spot where his wife and boy were camped. Having laid bare his plans, he awaited reply. The friend was nonplussed at first, but having a high regard for Rain-in-the-Face, and know ing how deeply he was aggrieved, con- sented.
 
 Rain-in-the-Face sprang to his feet in exultation. At last a ray of light pierced the gloom which had enshroud- ed his life for months. Like child who halts between sobs and laughter, he paused and gased at the man who had given him the first kind word-the first hope-that had cheered him since the day he lost his boy. When he stepped from the threshold of his good friends home to depart for his camp, that evening, strange gleam of sav- age joy radiated from his fierce, dark eyes. His step was lighter than when he came, Grooming a little Indian lullaby as he mounted his famous spot ted pony, he was a picture to tempt an artist. Far different was the home- ward ride from the sad, uncertain journey to the agency. He came with fear, he returned with hope.
 Slumber was stranger 10 Rain-in-the- Face that night, for he was planning his journey to the lower agency. Six weeks had scarcely passed, when he was ready to stare. He had been in- formed as to the locality of the tent in which his truant wife aud KoslSa slept. He knew the direction from which to enter in order to avoid arousing the camp. The morning for his departure