Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1892-05-14

peats as he trots back to the offending
soldier; haven't you sense enough to
know that nothing would attract their
attention quicker than thatr
We are half way across the plateau.
In front the ground gently rises to
line about 1000 yards away. Stin
we are steadily trotting in parallel
columns, for there may be shallow
ravines to cross before we get there.
"Bill" and the Pawnees cover the
front, the latter wildly excited and
tearing off any garments they fancy
may impede them in the fight. Keep
well to the right" shouts the colonel
30 the chief Of A troop. Dash around
the village and capture the herd when
we charge" Similar orders go to the |
troop on the eastern flank PAS |
around and head them off from that |
side"
Every bit is foaIning now. Every |
carbinc Is grasped and advanced. The |
officers have drawn their revolvers,
and now they twirl the cylinders TO see
that all works we'll Now the ground
dips a little and we lose sight of the
distant slopes. Now we are trottins
up the gentle rise ahead. The colonel
looks back, and shouts something that
the breeze seems TO catch and carry
away, but the gesture is enough.
Left front into line-gallop" are the
prompt orders of the captains.
| Up came the rearmost horses, piung
ing into their new places, and now in
| long line of dust covered blue the bat.
talon sweeps southwark to the attack.
Every man knows well that the village
cannot now be more than mile away.
A few more yards, and the pony heads
come into view. And now look We
are seem Riding like mad, swift a. n
storm, straight as hawk, an Indian
lashes his racer down the opposite slope,
tearing diagonally across our front
We can see that he is yelling wild warn
Ing. but the wind whistling down from
the mountains to the west bears his
voice away,
Not an instant TO lose now. Look
Bill has reached the edge. He swings
his broad brimmed hat and grasps his
rifle. Look! The colonel spurs to hh
side and turns with one joyous wave u
his hand. The trumpeter digs spurs to
his horses fianks and raises his brazen
clarion to his lips. No one waits TO
hear il. Every man knows and knows
we'll that il means charge.
Charge" "Ch-a-a-a-rgel" shout
the troop leaders. Come on, men I!
Hurrah" is the answering yell, and in
one instant we are bursting after the
chief and the scouts, racing like mad
down the long prairie grade beyond
the ridge, and there, nesting all along
the shallow dip, sheltered among the
willows at the springs or spreading up
and down the trickling brook. are
scores of smoke stained tepees-tht
lodges of the Sioux.
/ Crash! crashl bang! Hurrahl Heav
, ems what a wild thrill of exultatior
, there comes with it all Bang bang
, crack, crack, go rifle and revolver
I Thunder go the hoofs. With shriel
! and yell squaws and braves come slash
= ing their way out of the lodges, Will
q others, after one startled. terrified glanc
. at the coming foe, dive again within
e the friendly shelter and burrow unde
o robe or blanket.
In the very center of the village tn
Q warning herder and the foremost troop
8 ers meet face to face and down h
o goes, plowing up the dust. to be tram
Y pied by the myriad hoofs that com
: laundering after. Right and left on
y horsemen dash, their cheers and rally
= ing shouts ringing with their carbine
!, on the breeze Out to the south an
!. west their comrades are rounding up
n the great herds of startled ponies.
u Down a winding rsvine to the eas
v scores of Indians are scurrying away
h pursued by the troopers OF the lei
9 flank company. Here and there in tn
t struggling township fierce hand TO han
Q fights are going on, but most Of th
/. Indians who are unable to escap
o throw down their arms and beg fo
y quarter Squaws and shrieking chi
d dren are driven together in the cente
l. of the village, and while the feein
warriors are followed and fought b
dozens of the soldiery quick search
a made for the captive women.
n Alas True to their savage custof
u the Indians have striven to reveng
a their bitter loss. One poor victim
Is shot dead The other still lives TO te
y her dreadful story. But Tall Bull an
fifty of his braves have paid the per
l. atty with their lives, and the riches
le village on tho plains is ours, Cap
L Charles King in Philadelphia Press