The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1890-04-19

ward from Arkansas City, kas.. 10 OK
lahoma City. Along this trail the
travellers eager eye beholds monu-
ment erected out of the native stone.
Here lies the body Of brave Pat Hen-
messy, who was murdered by the Chey-
enne Indians la 1876. Many are the
tales told of Pat and his many narrow
escapes from the red devils OF the
plains. OF these IL Is not the purpose
TO speak at present. but TO record his
last great tight, where Pat proved
himself very Gatling-gun Of death 10
his implacablc foes. Pat Ii we'll re-
membered as an old-time Fort Sill
freighter. and NJ the time of his tragi-
cal death was on his way from Cald-
we'll Kas., to the fort with six wagons
and three trail wagons. With him
were three men. One OF these, q ten
derfoot 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 exper-
fence seldom equaled in border TRACE
dies.
One afternoon, shortly after they
had gone into camp, they were attack
ed by band of 500 or 400 Cheyenne
braves with all the suddenness and
terrible ferccity peculiar 10 Indian
warfare. Hennessy saw them coming
and instantly ordered the men 10 run
for canon fist 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 sayage-delight the In
dams circled around the three men.
Korson was left behind in the race.
He saw Indians on every side. No
chance OF escape, death certain. His
alarm was over. The tenderfoot was
a man. With rapidity that indicated
a previous training he raised his VIM
chester aud 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 mingling with the
dog-like snarls of several who were
wounded. The Indians returned the
fire and the three white men fell
Old Pat saw the fight from his re-
treat in the rocks. His mind had un-
dergone great change in regard TO
the man from Boston. aud as the saw
ages rushed to scalp the three fallen
men his own deadly Winchester came
to his shoulder. the sights caught the
dusky form OF big Indian just in the
act of scalping korison. The rifle
belched forth its messenger of death,
and red iiend sprang high into the
air, then sank down still and dead. 1t
was not that fiend of the plains. Black
Scar. but another redskin. who. rush
ing onward 10 try for the scalp of kor-
ison. met his own well-deseryed fate
from the sure aim of Pat. With yells
OF fury. the Indians left the three pros
trate forms 10 attack their more formi-
dable enemy. and from the belts of
three bucks there dangled the scalps
OF three whites.
Hennessy was well prepared for de-
fense-an immense rock behind, rocks
AT the side aud 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 six
teen-shot Winchester. Swift now aud
hot the tight. Over 800 against one
but that one cool, determined aud des-
perate--a host in himself Into the
advancing horde go rifle balls on en-
rands of death, killing and wounding
as they tear through the red ranks.
With insane courage the savages rush
up within ten yards of the rock Pat
no longer sights his gun; he rests il on
"A rock. cocks il with one hand and
pulls the lever aud trigger with the
other. and point 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, ana orders
the fight 10 be renewed. This time
the attack Is made Ia front and at both
sides. III they can scale the rocks at
the sides Pat will be al their mercy
From the death-dealing point in front
the good old Winchester again pours
forth its terrible destruction. aud AZ
the loud command of Black Scar they
surge around in trout. face TO face with
their desperate foe. Pats revolver, n
self-cocker. does deadly work. fired
into the yelling mass ten feet away.
the last load gone. and again the Win
chester. at close range, covers the
ground with dead and dying. The red
monsters are forced back from that
death-vomiting rock. back from sim
gle gun. back from one man. back
from brave Pat Hennessy.
In n few moments the whole band
would have fled. when suddenly the
firing ceased. Pats gun had become
SO dirty and hot by such constant iirir x
that horrible 10 relate. while attempt