Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-09-14

columns, for there may be shallow ravines 70
cross before We get there. 'tBill'' and the Paw
and tearing off any garments they fancy may
impede them in the fight Keep we'll to the
right" shouts the colonel to the chief OF ''A''
troop. Dash around the village and capture
the herd when we charge Similar orders go
TO the troop on the eastern flank, t'Pass around
and head them of on that side. " Every bit is
foamng now. Every carbine is gr.sped and
advanced. The officers have drawn their
volvers and now they twill the cylinders to see
tie aud we lose sight of the distant stones
Now trotting up the gentle rise ahead.
The colonel looks back and shouts something
that the breeze seems to catch and carry away,
but the gesture is enough. Left front into
line-gallop!'' are the -ompt orders OF the
captains. Up came the rearmost horses pung-
ing into their new places and now in long line of
dust covered blue, the battalion sweeps south
ward 70 the attack. Every man knows well mat
the village can not now be more than milo
away. A few more yards and the pony heads
come into view. And now. LOOK! We are
seen! Riding like mai, swift as a storm,
straight as a hawk Indian lashes his racer
down the opposits SLOPE tearing diagonaly
across our front. We can see tha. he is veil
ing wild warning, but the wind-whistling
down from the mountains to the west. bears
his voice away. Not an instant to lose now.
Look Bill has reached the edge. He swings
his broad brlmmed hat and Grasps his rife.
Look! The colonel spurs to his side and turns
with ore JOYOUS wave of his hand. The trum-
peter digs spurs to his horses tanks and raises
his brazen clarion to his lips. No one hears the
call. no one waits to hear it. Every
knows and knows well that it means char-e.
/ "Charge!" ''C-h a-a-r-g-e!" shout the troop
leaders. Come On, men! Hurrah"' is the
answering yeli-and in one instant
bursting after the chief aad the scouts-racing
like mad down the long prairie grade beyond
the ridge and ;hcre-rastling all along the shall
low dp-sheltered an OnR the wiz ows at the
springs or spreading ~ and down the tricklirg
brook are scores of sroke-stlined tepees-the
lodges o! the Sioux.
Crash! crash! blaE! hrrrah. Heavens! what
e wild Ihril Of exultatipn there comes with it
all. Bang-Jaug, crack. crack! 20 rife and re-
volver. Thunder so the EOofs. With shrek
ana yell squaws and braves come slashng their
WAY cut OF the lodges, while others. after one
startled, terrified glance 1T the coming foe, dive
-ain within the friendly shelter ami burrow
under robe or blanket. In the center OF the viii
lage the warning herder ard the foremost troop
ers meet lace to face and down he goes. blowing
up the dust, to be trampled by the myriad hoofs
mat come laundering after. eight and left our
horsemen dash, their cheers and railying shouts
ringing with their carbines on the breeze. Out
to the south and west their comrades are
ponies Down winding ravine to the east
scores of Indians are scurrying away Pursued by
the troopers OF the left flank Hpanv. Here
and there in the struggling township fierce hand
to-hand fights are going on, but most of the In
dans who are unable to cscaDe throw down their
ing children are driven toge ether in the center of
the village, and while the fleeing
warriors are followed and fought
by dozens OF the soldiery, quick search is made
for the captive women. Alas! True to their
savage custom the Indians have striver to
dead. The other still lives to tell her dreadful
story. But TAN Bull and fifty of his braves
have paid the penalty with their lives, and the
richest village on the plains is ours.