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

ing it to most calling fire, some Of
the bullets even finding their way in
to the pit where lay the wounded
Some one must 90 and find the
general" he muttered. "And yet [
do not care to detail man upon
this dangerous service I'll ask for
volunteer, and then it will be hard
to decide among so gallant a COM
mand," and q smile pride curled
up the corners of his mouth, for.the
colonel thought justly, perhaps
that no body OF men could equal his.
So resolving, he walked over to
where the men were receiving their
rations of one cracker and small
slice of raw bacon.
"My lads" began the colonel, in
his usual quiet tone, sit is necessary
that / should tell you the state of
affairs. Our rations and ammuni-
ton cannot last us another twenty
four hours. Ifrelief does not come
before 9 O'Clock tonight it will be
imperative for some one to break
through the enemy's lines and try
TO reach the general, who [ believe is
encamped somewhere on Cache
creek Now, I want a volunteer.
Who'll go?'' and as he finished, for
an instant a stiffness fell upon the
men, but was almost immediate ly
broken by shrill, boyish voice, fol-
lowed by the deep bass of old Jack
Jones. ...-....-.
"I'n go, colonel,' they chorused.
Here, again, the owner Of the falset-
to voice spoke up: F'Let me go, col
onel; Jones has family; l hain't,"
he concluded, as he rose to his feet
and revealed the 1.-THE, slender form
of Willie Scott, the trumpeter, and
life of-troop.
sBut. SIR" broke in Jones, che is
only a boy. Let me 60, colonel"
'But, SIR again interrupted the
boy, with what he thought an all
convincing argument, 'Ispoke first"
The colonel gazed at the two
little, the one a gray-haired, bronzed
faced old veteran, the other with his
blue eyes wild with excitement and
an eager expression on his face that
seemed to say, Cpl get there, never
fear.' So it was that the colonel de-
cided upon the latter -" -
''Come to me at half past S, boy"
he said, and turning to old Jones he
whispered, "Your chance may come
yet, my brave fellow.'
Il hope So, replied the old soldier,
and, walking away from the spot,
Jones threw himself down by an up
turned wagon utterly inconsolable.
g..
1t was a dark, hot, oppressive
night. Not q star could be seen; the
black, heavy clouds stretched them
selves like a pail over the camp as
the trumpeter, leading his horse,
passed through an opening in the
breastwork and set out upon his
| perilous ride. -.
'Mind and write to my mother,
Pete, if l don't get through" he
whispered to his comrade as he
passed out.
''Never fear, Bunl1ie, but and
here his comrades voice grew lit
tie husky-for Gods sake, get
through =.
"Pll try" was the response, as
they squeezed each-other's hand
and parted. :~
Soon the watchers in the camp lost
sight Of the boy. The sound of the
horses hoofs grew fainter and faint
er, and then uied away, but still they
leaned over the breastwork, strain
ing their eyes in the darkness as they
tried to catch a glimpse of their
young hero.
Nearer and nearer the trumpeter
| approached the Indian sentinels.
Sometimes he would stop, listening
intently, then move on, only to stop
again and press his hand over his
horses mouth when he fancied he
heard noise. Suddenly confused
babel broke out upon his right and
a lurid glare shot skyward. Upon
the brow of hill scarcely a mile
away he saw the Indian band dane
ing and yelling around fire like a
horde OF demons. Creeping further
away into the gloom he murmured
as he mounted, 20, God! give me
time Then he rode forward.
| VII oi1C oop " JIG ILL WHICH uG WAS
ascending an Indian seminal crouch
ed upon the ground listening to the
approach ofthe boy. The night was
SO dark that he could not make out
the rider until the latter was almost
upon him, when quickly firing his
piece he uttered a war whoop that
sounded clear across the plain, send
| ing dismay into the hearts of the
troopers below.
With u fierce exclamation the
trumpeter drove his spurs into his
horses TANKS and discharging his
revolver at the Indian rode madly
forward. Pressing his knees well in
to his horses sides, with his reins
| firmly held in hand, he dashed down
the hill, closely pursued by the In
dams, who, upon the report of the
firearm, had instantly flung them
selves upon their ponies and started
in the chase
Now began this race for life. Never
| was steeplechase harder ridden.