Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1889-06-14

frowns, his anger Is hot an his ven
gepnce j. nigh; back. back TO your
wigwams, yer cowardy hounds, squaws,
chiid-stoalers, murders; lie, me pass
by.
Poetry Dan had sprung from his
steel aud, as he hurl ii his denuncia'
tions at the wonderstIicben sayages,
he elbowed his way 10 the door Of the.
medicine lodge where his knowledge
OF Indian customs taught him that the
stolen child would be found. ii. indeed,
present IN the village. n tail, power
ful Comanche, wearing the eagle
feathers of chief, stood barring the
doorway, but the scout brushed him
aside with contemptuous dash of his
long arm. and Disappeared within, just
as ! reached the last inc of Lord Ten
nyson's masterpiece, and switched or
without break, upon the beginning OF
LochiePs Warning.
"Lochlel! Lochiel Beware of the day"
How impressively | waved my white
clad arms, and with what strenuous
stress fingered on the last syllable OF
Beware Never was an orator more
bent on pleasing his audience; and
never did congregation give n
speaker more, respectful attention.
Again the buffalo robe that hung at
the entrance OF the medicine lodge was
dashed aside, and Poetry Dan ap-
peared. Ny heart thrilled with sudden
Joy. for closely held in the bOrderers
arm was poor little lost Rose, alive and
apparently uninjurcd, but screaming
with fright at her strange surroundings.
There's blood in the air, an there's
blood in the sky; there's blood on the
moon. an blood in my eye an whirl-
! wind of woe, an destruction, an wrath,
/ shall descend on the Iniun that hlndres
my path.
/ ] could detect jubilant ring in the
/ old mans voice. but the Comanches
/ shrank back like whipped children UNI
/ der his fierce oratory. He tossed the
shrieking child into my arm, and
waved his hand toward the road we had
/ just travelled. and turned and dashed
the spurs deep in my horses flank. A
| ark-browed, villainous redskin made
an involuntary motion To catch my
1 bride rein, but as lifted my clenched
hand 10 emphasize the canuy Scots
di.dainful false wizard uvauntm the
warriors brown skinny claw dropped
harmessly TO his side and ! rode forth
unmolested.
At the angle in the ravine, ! glanced
back and saw the border poet still
standing by his horses side, surround
ed by the mystitied COmanches, and
could tell by his wild gesticulatiOns that
he was still ''reeling or his everlast-
ing rhymes with AN easy volubility
worthy Of minstrel Of Old. and was no
doubt. favoring his hearers with n
change OF metre at the end Of every
fourth sentence. With few reass ur-
ing words to the still frightened child,
/ crowded my tired steed to the eX-
trcme limit OF his endurance, barely
pausing at the clump OF stunted cedars
to leave my borrowed disguise and re-
gain my rifle. and just as the full moon
was midway in the starry canopy OF
night, little Rose was safe once more
in her mothers arms.
That night we made IA forced march,
pressing onward through the long hours
of darkness. and early the next day
were delighted TO fall in with party
Of rangers that had been sent out to
obtain information OF the movements
OF Featherfoot and his band. Upon
hearing my story they continued on to-
ward the scene of my late adventure,
leaving us TO proceed on our journey in
comparative safety
! never aftcrw I'd met with the hero
of this sketch, but after the lapse OF
some years, heard Of his tragic death.
Wandering northward into the wilds OF
Colorado, he encountered and conquer
ed many difficulties, finally dying from
the effects of his wound received in a
conflict with IN enormous grizzly. SO
badly disabled that he could not reach
his camp. he lay by the body of the
giant bear, during one Of the coolest OF
winter nights, and was discovered the
next day by party Of sportsmen,
calmly declaiming on the hardships OF
his condition. and defying death in the
purest Of iambic pentlmeter.
He survived his injuries but few
days, although attended by the best
obtainable medical talent, and above
his lonely grave in the mountain glen
some admiring friend has erected "a
slab with this inscription, carved in
rough letters:
"POITREE DAN
was n sllwar up man. y"
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