Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1890-07-31
New Series, Vol. 80, No 81

"Saw your dog at your Cousin Ten
brooks an hour ago!''
"At cousin Tenbrook'sl l guess not
muchl We took him there last summer,
when we went to the country and he
wouldn't stay day. He came back and
sat on the steps, and lived on stray
crusts till we got home"
The boy was telling the truth, and we
were starting to bring Tip home when
father stopped US. Tip was feeling his
disgrace, and ought to feel it, and we
should let him alone. In a fortnight
with tail erect, and amid shouts of well
come. Tip stalked into the yard
1t was not long before he redeemed
his character, and did it, as we thought,
a thousand times over.
We had him out walking with us,
when runaway horse appeared dashing
at fearful speed, dragging behind him
an elegant sleigh, containing child.
Some people stood out of the way as
the sleigh sped down the street, others
stepped nearer and brandished their
arms and shouted. Tip stood beside us,
his eyes fixed upon the approaching an
imal. Nearer, nearer! but not hair of
Tips tail stirred until the sleigh was al
most opposite us. Then, with bound
he reached the horses side, and seizing
the bride, hung with his whole weight
upon the bit.
The horse, frantic as he seemed a mo-
ment before, hesitated, and in moment
stood still.
Every year added glory to Tips record,
but he was growing old. And at last a
remark was incautiously dropped by
mother that she did not know how much
longer he could be tolerated about the
house.
The next morning Tip was again
missing and found at Cousin TenbrOOk's,
but not to return. No entreaty or COM
mand could move him. Not a look
would he bestow upon my mother lie
had left us. and all previous relations
were ignored for the few days remain
ing to him.
Then we claimed him once more, and
| this time without resistance. SOlemnly
we brought home all that was left of
Tip, and committed to the one poor pine
slab the only record we knew how to
make of his sagacity and intelligence -
Christian Herald.
THE DEATH OF GEN. CUSTER.
From "Custer's Last Battle by Capt Charles
King, in Harper'S Magazine for August.
Never realizing, as believe, the fear
full odds against him, believing that he
would find the village son the run," and
that between himself and Reno he could
"double them up" in short order, Cus.er
had jauntily trotted down to his death.
1t was long five-mile ride from where
he sighted the northern end of the vii
lage to where he struck its centre around |
that bold point of bluff, and from the
start to the moment his guidons whirled
into view, and his troopers came gallop-
ing front into line" down near the
ford, he never fairly saw the great vii
lage-never dreamed of its depth and
extent. Rounding the bluff, he sudden
ly found himself face to face with thous-
ands of the bOldest and most skilIful
warriors of the prairies. He had hoped
to charge at once into the heart of the
village, to hear the cheers of Reno's men
from the south. Instead he was greeted
with perfect fury of flame and kissing
lead from the dense thicket of willow
and cottonwood, a fire that had to be
answered at once. Quickly he dismount-
ed his men and threw them forward on
the run, each fourth man holding, caval-
ry fashion, the horses of the other three
The line seems to have swept in parallel
very nearly with the general course of
the stream, but to no purpose The foe
was ten to one in their front. Boys and
squaws were shooting from the willows
("Oh, we had plenty guns!" said our
story teller; and worse than that, hun
dreds of young warriors had mounted
their ponies and swarmed across the
stream below him, hundreds more were
following and circling all about him.
And then it was that Custer, the hero
of hundred daring charges, seems to
have realized that he must cut his way
out. "Mount! rang the trumpets, and
leaving many poor fellow ON the
ground, the troopers ran for their horses.
Instantly from lodge and willow Ogal-
alias and Brules sprang to horse and
rushed to the ford in mad pursuit.
"Make for the heights!" must have
been the order, for the first rush was
eastward; then more to the left, as they
found their progress barred. Then, as
they reached higher ground, all they
could see, far as they could see, circling,
swooping, yelling like demons. and all
the time keeping up their furious fire,
were thousands of the mounted Sioux
in, cut off, dropping fast from
their saddles, Clusters men saw that re-
treat was impossible. They sprang to
the ground, turned their horses loose"
said the Indians, and by that time half
heir number had fallen. A skirmish
Inc was thrown out down the slope, and
here they dropped at five yards inter
val; there their comrades found them
,wo days after. Every instant the foe
ode closer and gained in numbers; every
instant some poor fellow bit the dust
At last, on mound that stands at the
northern end of little ridge, Custer,
With Cook, Yates, and gallant Brother
Tom," and some dozen soldiers, all that
we're left by this time, gathered in the
asst rally They sold their lives dearly,
,rave fellows that they were; but they
we're as a dozen to the leaves of the
orest at the end of twenty minutes, and A.,
n less than twenty -five-all was over.
INEEDN INGENITTTV .