Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-05-04

From his hiding place Ally saw all. What to
his horror, when they were done, to see the
chief, Spatter Face, a hideous and cruel looking
savage, pitted by smallpox, come straight to his
place of concealment. Selling him by the arm,
he dragged him out, while his black and snaky
eyes fairly glittered.
"Ughl'' he grunted; ''me see bad snake
hideI''
tured horses. carrying what booty they could
manage. Andy knew tina. his father was dead,
and yet the sight of that beloved face, SO pale
and changed IN death, gave him great shock.
He would have flung himself down by the body,
but Spatter Face prevented him and tossed him
upon his own horse, after which he, too,
mounted, and looking behind him as if in fear
of pursuit made all haste, with the last Of his
murderous band to overtake their companions.
All day long the fight continued without halt
except that toward noon 1t became apparent
that the heavy team-horses could not keep up
such rate of speed. and when they Jagged,
Dozy and two others were shot down. Andy's
tears flowed af-esh at sight OF the slaughter of
his old friends. The mustangs began to show
the effects of this terrible speed but their riders
showed them no mercy.
Meantime a hunter learned OF the massacre in
the early morning and gave the alarm at the
stage station. In few minutes good rider,
on fleet horse, struck ont to notify the United
States troops stationed forty seven miles away
and long before noon the cavalry was in hot
pursuit. The command rode with all speed
hoping to oTertake the Indians when they made
camp at night
ANDY was too sick and weary to sleep that
night and he noticed that no camp fire was kim
died. and that the Indian sentinels stood as mo-
tionless as posts, except for their restless eyes,
The second days retreat was not so furious,
but even more cruelty painful to the young pris-
oner. After four days journey the Indians
halted and decking themselves in their captured
finery, prepared for q triumphal entry into their
village. Presently, from long ridge, an ex-
tensive valley appeared to the view, and through
the valley flowed fine river Green meadows
pleasant groves. and sparkling waters made s
most inviting landscape.
The poor captive boy was thinking amid all
thus of the desr home he might never see again
Perhaps he was swiftly approaching torture and
death; and he offered up many an earnest PRAYER
for help in this time of trouble.
At the outskirts OF the village the victorious
band the villagers met.
Wives welcomed their husbands, and Children
their fathers Not one brave had been struck
down by a white mans bullet.
ANDY was of special interest to the small In
diar bows who seemed disposed TO put his cour-
ace TO the test by menacing him with drawn
arrows. Al length he was conducted to the
lodge OF his captor, and under the watchful care
of the squaw Sally permitted TO sleep on buff
falo robe.
sally was not slow in giving her captive to
understand that see expected him to work. As
for herself she was very industrious, making
garments tanning hides or cooking.
Days passed. Spatter Face was OF to the
wars again. One morning Andy was gathering
dry branches when voice said
s,Geod morning, Plum Bush.''
The voice came from queer little bundle