The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1890-07-06

{HIg NOVEL dinner was given at Mill
- dale recently by Fred Kinsinger, the
1$AY well-known distiler, who enjoys
such affairs with greater zest than any liv-
ing man.
The guest of the occasion was Lawrence
d. Kingston, who enjoys the strange dis
tinction of having spent the most of a life
of thirty-three years on the back of an
Indian pony.
Mr.. Kinsinger officiated as chef of the
meat, which was prepared in true back
woods style, with apparatus that every ex-
perienced nimrod carries with him On an
extended hunt.
The manu was not very profuse in the
variety of dishes, but all that was presented
had about it the charm of plain, open-air
tin-pan repast
And as the well-roasted veal and the
brown-fried catfish disappeared Kingston re-
cited in the unvarnished style OF the scout
the details of life as exciting as Monte
Cristo's.
Kingston had been on his way to Wash
ington with a lot of trappings, when by
accident at Chattanooga he lost them. He
came to Covington to arrange for a settle
ment with the railroad. and to call upon a
young lady who had been engaged to his
twin brother, scout, who was killed in an
engagement with the Apache Chief Gero-
er's engineer, Charles Fulmer, who had
been soldier during the Modoc war, and
had then known Kingston, and visit to
Mllldale was the result.
Kingston is native of Colfax, Placer
County, Cal. When he and his twin broth
ers were mere babies, not a year old, their
parents We're lnassacred by the Modocs but
for some unaecOuntabla reason the infants
were spared by the red devils and carried
away with them. They were raised by their
captors uutil II years of age, having become
proficient IN all the traits of their adopted
people. company of United States sol
diers under Colonel Cheatham, raiding the
Indian retreat one day, rescued the two
youths and took them to his camp, where
they were placed in charge of Donald Nc
Kay, chief of the Warm Spring Indian
scouts, to be educated as such.
Two years later, then being in his four
teenth year, young Kingston began what
has proved to be il very eventful career, be-
ing placed on the trail of the Piutes in Ne
vada, who had been on the Warpath for
some time. Since then Kingston has
scarcely been out of the saddle, and so val
liable have been his services to the Govern
ment that he has been in constant demand,
both IN the north, south and middle of the
wild West.
he has repeatedly covered the famous
great trails of that country, aud has done
scouting against all the noted tribes and re-
bellious Chiefs He saw active service in
the MOdoc troubles in 1883, and was one of
the party with General Candy when he was
assassinated. After the capture of Captain
Jack he was transferred to General How
ards command, which was then engaged in
subduing the Piutes. He had a hard strug-
gle with the Chief Winnemucca. The lat
ter was killed by young buger when he
appeared TO be having the best of tile scout.
He performed secret service duty during
the n 0rmon troubles of 1875 and was with
General La Coma when he was killed by the
White River Utes. In 1876, year that will
always be famous in the history of the far
West for the terrible Custer massacre,
young Kingston was sent to that General
with dispatches and was ordered to report
to the latter and chief of scouts, Bill Camp
bell. He reached their camp at o'clock
on the morning of the fatal day. His de-
scriptl0n OF that awful carnage is horrfy-
ing. The Indians were like locusts
hour after they opened the attack seemed
to swell their numbers. AT l o'clock
in the afternoon Custer, seeing that
the situation was getting hopeless, started
him to Major Reno's camp for relief, he
having been expected for some time. The
mission was certainly not pleasant one,
surrounded as the brave company were on
all sides with the ferocious Indians. He
managed, however, to get through the lines,
but not until he carried with him several
wounds, one very severe one ON the head.
He reached Major Reno, who was seven
miles away, and when he returned two
hours later the terrible slaughter was over.
Not an Indian was IN sight, but they left
some narrowing evidences that that they
had been there. The dead we're piled every
where, and surrounded by a barricade of
bodies, both of savages and whites, they
found the remains of Custer.-Cincinnati
Enquirer.