The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1891-02-26

still calmly occupied the ledge and was
evidently turning the situation over in
his mind, The troopers, with Lieut..
Huyl at their head, slowly and painfully
clambered up the rocks and finally APP
preached the orphan, who, instead of
squalling as civilized Christian child
would have done, commenced throwing
stones at his pursuers, hitting Lieut..
Huyl sqaarely on the nose with a half
pound rock and drawing blood copiously.
He followed this success by other good
throws, causing as nearly panic MS pos.
sible, At last, by flanking him, our
Apache was knocked down by a blow
from n saber and stunned. His capture
was now easy, but the lieutenants or
ders We're to return no prisoners.
"What shall we do with the little
devilg" asked one of the men. "Shoot
him or throw him over the cliff after his
father" The "little devil had re.
gained consciousness by this time, and
deliberately set his teeth into the calf of
the soldiers leg, Lieut. Huyl wiped his
bloody nose and replied; "a baby who
fights this way ought not to be killed in
cold blood. By George, I'll take him
back to San Carlos if it costs me my
commissionr
| A gag was put into the Young ono's
mouth to prevent any more biting, and
with soldier holding each hand he was
landed on the plain below. There he
was placed ON horseback, a lariat tied to
one foot, passed under the horse and tied
to the other, and thus the troopers re-
turned to the reservation.
Lieut.. Huyl was n great favolite with
| Gen. Crook, but he had disobeved or.
ders and confidently expected to be put
under arrest. But the general had al.
ready heard something of the stone
| throwing affair, and had enjoyed a
hearty laugh over Huyrs broken nose.
When the lieutenant in making his re-
port reached the point where Wahnemo
was killed the general interrupted with,
by the way, think you had better not
let me know officially any more of this
scout than you have already told. :"
Then glancing at the swollen nose he
burst into roar of laughter, in which
al tIlC oblitl JOIutu
The young Indian was confined in the
armory until his first fright was over.
come. The soldiers of Company A
named him Dick Huyl, and fitting him
out with uniform fashioned from the
lieutenants' old clothes regularly adopted
him into the service.
In less than month the small recruit
learned to express himself tolerably in
English, and in very short time had
accumulated all the accomplishments of
tobacco chewing and profanity possessed
| by the soldiers. He also picked up a
wonderful knowledge of bugle calls and
evolutions, always turning out at roll
calls and taking his place at the extreme
left of the company when in line.
When first knew him he had been
under the refining influences of the
United States service two years. If that
Indian had improved in that time am
very glad | did not know him before.
He was not beautiful according to classic
standards.
The Apaches fiatten the heads of their
babies between boards, and this, as much
as anything else, served to render Dick
unattractive to us children. Then he
had such prediction for carrying
snakes in his pocket The soldiers
| spoiled him, of course, and upheld him
in every villainy he chose to perpetrate.
When he shot the mules in an ambu-
| lance filed with women and children,
causing runaway and smashup, one
soldier thrashed him with barrel stave,
| and a dozen more gave him five cent
| pieces to comfort him. They alternate
ly pounded and petted, but it was all
one to him. He seldom laughed and
never CRIED he was an Apache.
said he never cried. l will note an
exception. Every Saturday afternoon
the men took him out behind the quar-
tiers and gave him bath. This process
was very simple. They stripped off his
| clothing and turned the hose on him.
On these occasions the shrieks of the lit
tie savage could be heard all over the
! post.
| have not seen Dick since l was Q
years old, but | like to think that he
| grow up sd --s,--1.-1.- n,,1ietad in the
old regiment and is now an honor to the
service "Spusskerriwe" in New York
| Tribune.