The Forrest City times., 1891-01-03

the night grew darker, "Oh, God, let me live an hour longer, only an hour!"
 So the night sped on. Sometimes the horse would relapse into n trot and anon resume his swinging lope. ''Ohl that morning would come; that night would fold up it's funeral garment and the glad sunshine smile upon the earth once morev
 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 the 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 comrnde uttered joyful neigh, n bugle call rang out upon the morning air, the sound oi which frightened up the boys face, while his horse shoo.' its head, neighed 1 again and galloped on.
 The sonnd of the horses hoofs brought u number of men outside their tents, who, seeing the pale, death-like 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 generih-dispatch-quiekl" would have fallen from his horse had not . 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. Braveiv 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 1 the defenders, almost all of whom were previously wounded. but who seemingly felt not their wounds in the presence of the enemy, heriocaly disputed every step. At last, inst as n portion of the breastwork had 1 fallen in and the Indians sprung like panthers ut 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 l and tile relief force ca.ne 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 lingled exult- l ingly against it's neigbbor as they dashed among the foe. There was a crash-cheers-a volley of usktery 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 portion ot Col. Mack 8 command was saved. That night in a hospital tent there stood n number of soldiers around the couch of one on whom death had tocN itS ShndoN. IuNtC NaE d Soi rowfnl 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 mp his face he murmnred as h;s eyelids slowly dropped, "I got there" The angel beckoned and the two went l hand in hand into tha ciiapf land
 He's gone" they told the men who had gathered outside the tent awaiting the news-gone; and the evening wind took up the refrain an q sighed it to the trees, which shook their heads ns if in doubt, while tine stars yelled their tremulous light, as heaven in it's pity sprinkled it's tears upon the eamp.-William k. Robert son in Kansas City Times.