Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1889-02-28
A LONE MONUMENT.
1t Marks the Grave of a Border
Hero.

Past Scenes Recalled-A Single Mans
Fight Against Three Hundred Indian
Warriors Revenge of Young Ten
derfoot for Being Scalped.
Southwark runs the old trail from
Arkansas City, Kan, to the so-called
Oklahoma City OF the Indian Terri
tory. Along this trail, and just north
OF Bull Fort ranch, the travellers
eager eye beholds a monument erect
ed out OF native stone. Here lies the
body of brave Pat Hennessy, who was
murdered by the Cheyenne Indians in
1876. Many are the tales told of Pat,
his terrible fights with the border cut
throats. his hatred of the Indians and
many narrow escapes from the red
devils of the plain. OF these it is not
the purpose to speak at present, but
to record his last great fight, where
Pat proved himself a very Gatling
gun of death to his implacable foes.
Pat is we'll remembered as an old-time
Fort Sill freighter, and at the time of
his tragical death was on his way
from Caldwell, Kan, to the fort with
six wagons and three trail wagons.
With him were three men. One of
these, passenger, a tenderfoot from
Boston, had great desire to kill an
Indian. John Korison was his name.
He little knew how soon he would get
moro killing than he wanted and un-
dergo an experience seldom equaled
in border tragedies.
One afternoon, shortly after they
had gone into camp, they were at
tackled by band of three hundred or
four hundred Cheyenne braves with
all the suddenness and terrible ferocity
peculiar to Indian warfare. Hennessy
saw them coming and instantly Or
dered the men to run for a canyon
just west of the trail. They mis-
understood the direction and instead of
west took the trail north. The mis-
take hastened their doom. With wild
yells of savage delight the Indians
circled around the three men. Kori-
son was left behind in the race. He
was alone. He stopped and saw
Indians on every side. No chance OF
escape, death certain. His alarm was
over. The tenderfoot was a man.
With rapidity that indicated previ-
Gus training, he raised his Winchester
and fired into the Indians with shots
so quick they almost seemed one.
Deadly shooting, too, for five painted
warriors had gone down, their death
cry ringing out and mingling with the
dog-like snarls OF several who were
wounded. The Indians returned the
fire. and the three VIII ite men fell.
Old Pat saw the fight from his re
treat in the rocks. His mind had un.
dergone great change in regard to
the man from Boston, and as the saw
ages rushed in to scalp the three fallen
men his own deadly Winchester came
TO his shoulder, the sight caught the
dusky form of big Indian known as
Black Scar Just in the act of scalping
korison. The rifle belched forth its
messenger of death, and red fiend
sprang high into the air, then sank
down. still and dead, shot through
the heart But it was not Black Scar,
but another redskin, who, rushing for.
ward to try for the scalp of Korison,
met his own well-deserved fate from
the sure aim of Pat With yells Of
fury the Indians left the three pros
trate forms TO attack their more
formidable enemy, and from the belt.
of three bucks there dangled tn,
bloody scalps of three whites.
Hennessy was we'll prepared for de
fense, an immense rock behind, rock.
at the side. and in front also, which
was the only point where an attacl
could be made. and there over the rocl
cleaned with deadly menace his six
teen-shot Winchester. Swift now anl
hot the fight Over three hundre,
against one, but that one cool, deter
mined, desperate, host in himself
Into the advancing horde go the riff,
ball on errands of death. killing an,
wounding as they tear through tn,
red ranks. With insane courage, tn
savages rush up within ten yards G
the rocks Pat no longer sights hi
gun; he rests it on a rock, cocks
with one hand and pulls the lever an
trigger with the other, and point blan
into the red devils he sends an almo:
continuous stream of leaden hail. Ths
terrible fire is too much for India
bravery to face. They waver, break
retreat, but only for moment Tn
chief has been killed. but Black Sea
takes command, waves aloft the seal
If Korison. points to the dead braves
calls for vengeance, and orders th
fsht to be renewed This time an a