Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1890-02-27
HENxEssY's LAST FIGHT.
@s Was Regular Calling Gun in His Bat
tie with 800 Indians.

He Was . Regular Calling Gun I'm His Bat
tie with 500 Indians.
Quite direct runs the old trail SOUTH
ward from Arkansas City Kan, to Okla
Republic. Along this trail the travellers
eager eye beholds monument erected out
of native stone. Here lies the body of
brave Pat Hennessy, who was murdered
BY the Cheyenne Indians in 1877. Many
are the tales told of Pat and his many
narrow escapes from the red devils of the
plains. OF these it is not the purpose to
speak at present, but to record his last
great fight. where Pat proved himself a
very Calling gun of death to his ilnplaca-
BILE foes. Pat is well remembered as an
old-time Fl. Sill freighter, and at the time
of his tragical death was on his way from
Caldwell, Kan, to the fort with six
wagons and three trail wagons. With
him were three men. One of these, q
tenderfoot from Boston, had great de-
sire to kill an Indian. John KorisOn was
his name. He little knew how soon he
would get more killing than he wanted.
and undergo an experience seldom egualed
in border tragedies.
gone into camp, they were attacked by a
band of 800 or 400 Cheyenne braves, with
all the suddenness and ferOcity peculiar to
Indian warfare. Hennessy saw them
coming and instantly ordered the men to
run for a canyon just west of the trail.
They misunderstood the direction, and in
stead of west took the trail north. The
mistake fastened their doom. With wild
yells of savage delight the Indians circled
around the three men. kOrisOn was left
behind in the race. He saw Indians on
every side. No escape, death certain.
His alarm was over. The -tenderfoot was
a man. With a rapidity that indicated
previous training, he raised his Winches-
ter and fired into the Indians with shots
so quick they almost seemed one. Deadly
shooting, too, for five painted warriors
had gone down, their death cry ringing
out and mingiing with the dog-like snarls
of several who were wounded. The In
dams returned the fire, and the thee white
men fell.
Old Pat saw the fight from his retreat
in the rocks. His mind had undergone 8
great change in regard to the man from
Boston, and as the savages rushed in to
scalp the three fallen men his own deadly
Winchester came to his shoulder. The
sights caught the dusky form of big
Indian Just i'm the act of scalping korison.
The rifle belched forth IFS messenger of
death, and red fiend sprang high into the
air. then sank down, still and dead. 1t
was not that tiend of the plains, Black
Scar. but another redskin, who. rushing
forward to try for the scalp of korisOn,
met his own weli-deserved fate from the
sure aim of Pat. With yells of fury the
Indians left the three PROSTATE forms to
attack their more formidable enemy, and
from the belts of three bucks there dam
gled the scalps of three whites.
Hennessy was well prepared for defense
an immense rock behind, rocks at the
side and in front also, which was the only
point at which an attack could be made,
and there, over the rock, CLEANED with
deadly menace his siXteen-shOt WincheS-
ter, Swift now and hot the fight. Over
800 against one, but that one cool, deter
mined and Desperate host in himself.
Into the advancing horde go rifle-balls on
errands of death. killing and wounding as
they tear through the red ranks. With
insane courage the savages rush up to
within ten rods of the rock. Pat no longer
sights his gun; he rests it on a rock, cocks
it with one hand aud pulls the lever and
trigger with the other, and pointing blank
into the red devils he sends an almost
continuous stream of leaden balls. They
waver, break, retreat. but only for mo-
ment.
The chief has been killed, but Black
Scar takes command, waves aloft the scalp
of Korison, points to the dead braves,
calls for vengeance, and and orders the
fight to be renewed. This time the at
tack is made in front and at both sides.
Pat will be at their mercy. From the
death-dealing point in front the good old
Winchester again pours forth its terrible
destruction, and at the loud command of
Black Scar they surge around in front,
face to face with their desperate foe. Pats
revolver, q self-cOcker, does desperate
work, fired into the yelling mass ten feet
away. The last load gone! and again
the Winchester, at close range, covers the
ground with dead and dying. The red
monsters are forced back from that DEATH
vomiting rock, back from single gun,
back from one man, back from brave Pat
Hennessy.
In a few moments the whole band
would have fled. when suddenly the firing
ceased. Pats gun had become so dirty
and hot by such constant firing that, hOr-
rible to relate, while attempting to put in
q cartridge it stuck fast and could not be
forced either in or out. The Indians sup
posed he was out of ammunition. and with
savage yells rushed in to secure their prize.
Pat met them with dubbed gun, and bro
ken heads and bones were plenty as they
came within sweep Of his strong arms in
the death struggle; but those behind still
pressed on, and he was soon overpOwered
and secured. Infatuated at the loss of so
many of their number, they took poor
Pat, tore his scalp from his head, bound
him to one of his own wagon-wheels,
emptied sacks of oats around him and set
them on fire. Just as they commenced
their devilish torture and dance around
their victim they heard a shot echo in the
distance. The alarm was raised that the
soldiers were coming, and the stampede
at once began. Picking up the wounded
and some of the dead, the Indians mount
ed their horses and scampered of.
There he was buried the next day by
some other freighters. The bodies of
thirty dead Indians were also found.
Hot Water and Dyspepsia.
Another hydriatic method, which actA
BY removing the cause Of disturbance, is
the slipping of hot water an hour before
meals, in dyspepsia, writes DIR. S. Baruch,
| in the Time and Register. The hot-water
craze, which now has taken firm hold