Tombstone daily prospector., 1891-02-17
THE CRY OF DEATH.
It Awoke the Sleeping Camp to
 the Presence of Danger.
Only the Cbirplng of . Cricket Had Dis. tarbed the Quiet of the Night When the sentinel Saw a Dark spot,
 Shot, and saved Ills EriendA

writes d contributor to the Detroit Free Press
 The ride had led over ground SC sterile that even sage-brush could not grow there-across dry rayines-oycr out-crop of fiinty rock-from one ridge 10 another, until at last we came to the Loup river and went into camp in g scattered drove. No signs of Indian there. As the setting sun flooded the earth with its golden light we could see for miles and miles in every direction No sign of danger.
 Night comes down as softly as a child closes its eyes in sleep, and the light breeze from the north brings a film of white cloud to hide a portion of the stars A sentinel is posted on the bank of the sIream-a second to the cast-a third to the west. It seems almost ab- surd to take these precautions. The crickets sing under the stones-feld mice run about in the grass-the waters of the Loup sing a peaceful song as they flow past our camp
 No lndians-no signs. It is such calm, quiet nights as this which have lulled the tired emigrant to his last sleep on earth. Seeing no Indians, he has argued that none were lurking and watching. We who had fought the red man from Fort Kearney to the source of the Pow der river know him better. The very absence of his footprints is menace. The quietness of the night is warning to be needed
 At ten o'clock everybody but the sentinels is fast asleep. Some of the horses are lying at full length, so buried in slumber that their heavy breathing can be heard for yards away. At eleven o'clock all is quiet. Even the crickets have almost given OCT their noise. Fleecy clouds now cover the whole heay- ems, making the night no darker, but more uncertain. As the eye looks of over the level plain the shadows take on different shape and have more life. Midnight! The three sentinels softly enter camp, bend over the sleepers, and five minutes later the guard has been changed. Those who slept are now as watchful as foxes; those who watched are in the land of dreams.
 Half-past twelvel No sound now but i the purling waters, and their monotony would close the eyes of a sentinel who listened long.
 One o'clock! Now there is the quiet ness of a graveyard. Men and horses | seem to be dead. The sentinel to the ' east gives sudden start He would deny it on his oath. but for an instant he 1 slept. He shakes himself and looks over | the camp. All is peace, but he has re- ceiyed a shock which makes his heart 1 beat faster. His stand is at the foot of | a cottonwood. He sinks down on his knees and peers out from either side of l the trunk Nothing in sight-nothing but the dark shadows cast by the clouds.
 ''Chirp! Chirp! Chirpr'
 A cricket begins his song again after long silence. It seems loud enough to awaken every sleeper, but it is not. II | is very low and quiet It reaches the ears of only one sentinel.
 | Watch. Watch! Watchi" | His heart leaps to his mouth. The words come to him as plain as if spoken | by some human being Watch what: | Watch where? Watch for who? ] Watch. Watch! Watch!''
 The sentinel's eye falls upon a dark spot on the grass a hundred feet away It is the shadow of acloud. The darker spot in the center is rock lifting its head out of the earth. He noticed it be- fore darkness came. He can see nothing moving-there is no danger.
 Look Look! Lookr'
 His heart jumps again and his eyes go back to the dark spot They cling there for two or three minutes, during which time the cricket is absolutely silent. Did something move? Is the black spot nearer than it was?
 | s'Creepingi Crawling! Comingr- | So shouts the cricket, and now the sentinel is sure the dark spot has ad' yanced. Of course it has! It has also changed the line of its advance. With bated breath he waits and watches. The man who disturbs camp without good cause will be taunted with cowardice Ahl it does movel The black spot Is not now over fifty feet away.
 '-Shootl Shoot! Shoot!'
 The sentinel softly pulls back the hammer of his heavy carbine, raise: the weapon quietly to his shoulder, and the loud report is followed by cry SC ! long-drawn, so wild and weird and full of death that no one forgets it for { month. There is wild confusion for [ moment, and then every one is ready.
 .What is it?''
 Three or four men advance to tho dark spot to find the body of an indiaI stretched at full length on the earth shot through the breast Eighty rod away are half hundred fierce warriors
 waiting in the darknsss for the spy t
 return and report. At the sound of hi death-cry they mount their ponies ana | tide
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