St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-08-17

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some thirty miles over difficult ground
| by sunset. when determined to settle
myself as comfortably as circumstances
would permit for the night, and resume
my journey with the first streak of dawn
the following day. Having, therefore,
looked TO my good horse 'Plunger" and
| comfOrted the inner man, lay down
| in the buffalo grass to court the drOwSy
| god. i must have been asleep two hours
when | was rudely awakened by feeling
| a sharp, painful twinge at my wrists.
| The situation dawned upon me almost
instantly.
was In the hands of the Indians!
Ii A short, sharp struggle ensued, but l
| ,waSfsoon overpOwered and placed Oh a
| misunderstanding brOnchO.> "CrOw Fly
High want white soger; Crow Fly High
| spoken" This was the only utterance
that escaped from the dusky brave on
my right. The one on my left did not
bic journey over the plains. At last,
with aching limbs and bleeding wrists,
! was signaled to diSmOunt. We were
close to the encampment. and was Or
=dered ahead on foot, one of The SavageS
covering me with a bulldog"
limped on until. on turning sharply
round the base of low hill,w reached
the encampment. All appeared still
except in one low tent whence the
sounds of voices emanated; thither
was hurried. On entering the low but
capacious apology for tent judge my
bewilderment at beholding two whites
bound hand and foot-one of them
gagged. My fellow prisoners appeared
no less surprised than myself; but a
look of gratitude beamed from their
eyes. For the moment they had failed
to appreciate the fact that my situation
was yeryisimilar to their own.
The chief did not even raise his eyes
on my arrival, but continued in low
tones to address a notwithstanding
old savage, who smoked in silence. At
last the old man took the pipe from his
lips, and delivered himself of short
but to us vitality important speech.
''The frOStS of fOur-scOre winters
have passed over my head; but no snow
has been left upon 1t. Once our young
men were as numerous as the blades OF
grass, as the leaves in autumn. Where
now are they? Where is my daughter
Pocahaha, whose smiles were as the
sunrise; whose breath as the scent of
spring; whose teeth were whittier than
the white stones from the great water?
Ask the paleface! Two moons ago
four of our young men were killed by
the gun that speaks death. To-day we
have three palefaces to send as their
slaves in the happy hunting grounds.
We will send them at Once-by the TOM
abawk. RivenOak has spoken"
A dead silence, in which the beating
of our hearts could be heard. ensued.
felt that we were doomed.
The uncertainty of suspense was soon
replaced by the certainty of our destruc-
ton. 1t was useless to eXpOStulate with
such bloodthirsty villains, and we pre-
pared to meet the grim monster whose
name is Death with Caucasian fOrtitude.
DUN Spiro SperO was the motto of my
ancestors; but it had no significance for
me on that terrible morning.
Hope was utterly extinct.
After short delay we were partially
unbound and led to little copse and
there each securely bound to a short
stumpy tree.
One of my fellow sufferers (whom I
subsequently aScertained was James p.
Anstruther, member of great New
York banking house, had evidently
some knowledge of the habits and Gus
toms of our captors. Immediately the
operation of binding had been con-
Guided he uttered a low cry which
brought to his side old Rivenoak.
"White-livered dog, speak-you say
little words" medicine man-mouth,"
answered Anstruther.
The utterance apparently produced
no effect, for the old savage simply
stalked away. Meanwhile the two
young braves who had been selected as
executioners were displaying their TOM
ahawks. How | wished 1 could strike
but one blow before being wiped out"
/. Suddenly Rivenoak returned with
handsome young squaW. She reminded
-hontas. Instantly flashed through my
brain the romantic idea that somehow
j or other this beautiful young creature
lit is true her beauty was married by
considerable quantity of matter mis-
placed,'' or. not 20 put too fine point
! upon it-dirN would effect our rescue.
"Mouth-medicine man." said Riven-
oak, pointing to Anstruther.
"No, no." he replied quickly. shaking
his head, "Mouth man there" indi-
eating his companion bound to the next
tree.
| had not paid much attention to the
third captive up to this point. Now
was intensely interested in him. Picture
to yourself a handsome young mamie
might have been some years older than
height, light honest blue eyes, a BLONDE
mustache, with general air of calm
nonchalance. He appeared to take the
situation with lighter heart than his
fellow captlves.
Rivenoak approached him with the
young squaw. She understood, and i'm
mediately opened her mouth. The young
man, to my Indignation, ignored her en-
tirely. He signaled the intelligence
that before anything could be done he
must be unbound.
After brief consultation his desire
was acceded to. He Immediately took
hold OF the young woman's face. opened
her mouth and examined her teeth.
Dead silence reigned. He looked seri-
Gus, then turned to us and said: This
is case of necrosis, the tooth must
come out. l have only small pair OF
What is to be dOne? Then spoke An
struther:
.sRivenoak, mouth medicine man says
Young squaW's head will rot and she
must 20 to the Great Spirit unless tooth
be taken out"
II hear. 1t must not be. Minheho
must not pain"
The '.mouth man" understood, and
| hurriedly explained through Anstruther
that mo pain would he. If pain, then
burn all three palefaces." shud
| dered. Anstruther WINGED.
| 1t was evident that the mo pain'' as
| sertion was not believed. Another sug-
gestion was made. One tooth should be
| taken from young brave. If he felt
pain-we would accept our fate. II no
| pain were felt-we were to be freed.
This was agreed upon, and a stalWart,
| but evil-smiling, young savage sub
mitted his mouth to the paleface. The
| young man examined the mouth for a
| Second-in another he held aloft large
molar.
The young warrior smiled and de-