New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1890-12-03

proved SO. in this case had not the
boys horse in crossing, a piece Of
rough ground stumbled. He would
have fallen had not he been family
checked up. By this accident the
Indians were enabled to gain some
distance, when they opened fire with
a surer aim
Bang! bang! and the bullets Mhis-
tied uncomtortably close to our
young hero's ear.
Squirting his animal he sought to
get out of range, and nobly did his
faithful friend respond. Bang! Bang!
the guns rang out again, and the
boy felt singing sensation in his
left shoulder, his bride arm falling
useless by his side. The agony Of
the wound was intense, the motion
OF the horse rendered it more so. but
still he retained his seat, knowing
that upon his ability to get through
rested the salvation of a hundred
lives. Bearing now a little to the
southeast he struck the trail and fu-
riously dashed along it. The sound
of his pursuers grew fainter, then
ceased, but he did not seem to hear
for strange dizziness came over
him and he sWayed in his saddle like
a drunken man. Clutching at the
pommel he murmured as he thought
the night grew darker, ooh, God,
let me live an hour longer, only an
hour!' . HE
So the night sped on. Sometimes
the horse would relapse into a trot
and anon resume his swinging lope.
ooh! that morning would come;
that night would fold up it's funeral
garment and the glad sunshine smile
upon the earth once 1Gorep'
How cold the night seemed to the
boy hero as he half fainting sat in
the saddle with his head upon his
breast and the warm blood trickling
from his wound. :
Would Cache never appear?
But, just as the rosy fingers of tho
morn crept up from the east, he saw
with his dying eyes the long black
shadow Of the timber that studded
the banks of the creek, and as his
weary comrade uttered a joyful
neigh, a bugle call rang out upon the
morning air, the sound of which
frightened up the boys face, while
his horse shook it's head, neighed
again and galloped on
The sonnd of the horses hoofs
broug hit a number of men outside
their tents, who, seeing the pale,
death-lil1e face of the dispatch bearer
and the limp arm hanging by his
side, knew instinctively what was the
matter. - *-
The latter, seeing the men around
him, drew out his blood soaked dis
patch and hoarsely whispering: "The
general-dispatch-quick!'' would
have fallen fro m his horse had not
a trooper rushed forward and catch
ing him in his arms lifted him to the
ground. - .... ..-
With the break of day the Indians,
uttering their wild war whoops, had
charged upon the camp. Bravely
had they repulsed, only to come on
again until their superior numbers
should tell upon the white men. Now
they were upon the ramparts and
the defenders, almost all of whom
we're previously wounded, but who
seemingly felt not their wounds, in
the presence of the enemy, heriocally
disputed every step, At last, just as
a portion Of the breastworK had
fallen in and the Indians sprung like
panthers at their prey, on the little
square ofwhite men who had hastily
collected around their wounded, re-
solving to die as men with their faces
to the foe, a ringing cheer was heard
and the relief force came laundering
down the slope. And as the clear,
rapid notes OF the '''charge" echoed
across the plain each drop of blood
in those trooper veins iingled exult-
ingly against it's neigbbor as they
dashed among the foe. There was a
crash-cheers-a volley of musktery,
and the Indians were flying across
the prairie pursued by the troopers
whose carmined sabers were b usy
converting, as an officer of the regu-
lar army once said, bad Indians into
good ones by giving them the route
to the happy hunting grounds.
The fight was over and a portion
of Col. Mack's command was saved
That night in a hospital tent there
stood a number of soldiers around
the couch of one on whom death had
cast it's shadow. There was a sor-
rowf,ll look upon the faces of the
watchers as they silently awaited
the ISSUE At last the boy opened
his eyes and looked around; then as
a smile of pride lit up his face he
murmured as his eyelids slowly
dropped, II got there" The
angel beckoned and the two went
hand in hand into the silent land.
He's gone, = they told the men
who had gathered outside the tent
awaiting the news gone; and the