Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1892-07-06

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frowns on the glowering faces Allowing
now in the doors Of the adjacent tspeee
that there would DO trouble II we tried
to do that. Finally the chief said II We
would give him an hour no would toll
where the boys were. advised the
agent to accept this. They cannot get
away on their half starved ponies In IN
hour I said, so IL was decided TO wait.
when we went back Lone Wing wa
ready to receive us.
Where are tho Young thievesr DO
manded the agent.
The Great Father drives his chill.
dren from their hunting grounds 10
starve them, and then calk them thieves
for not being willing TO die like rabbits.
The young braves are not here. Tbs
white chiefs will find them In the hills
waiting for them
"'They have left the reservationr ex-
claimed the agent, his blood hot Put
spurs, captain. and overtake them! Bet
ter send some OF the trailers ahead 10
find which way they have snesked o2.'
IL had pretty good idea where We
would find the boys, and said, Il don't
think trailers will be needed In this csse
They are not far off,
why said he. where do you think
they have gomez
IL pointed toward the hills where two
faint specks showed. and handed him
my glass. He looked. and put spurs 10
his horse.
"'No need to hurry said; they are
not running away.
And was right. When we got near
enough TO make them out clearly, there
stood the two little fellows in warpaint
and feathers their ponies by their sides
and their rifles in their hands.
What do the rascels meanY said tho
agent.
But understood IL well enough.
Their Indian blood wouldn't Let them
suffer Imprisonment or possibly whip
ping. and rather than thus be degraded
in their own eyes and those Of the war
riors of their tribe, they had resolved TO
court warriors death alone, outside
the reservation. and thus shield the rest
Of the tribe from sharing in tho punish
meut. Et.
when we were within 300 yards OF
them they mounted their ponies and
brandished their rifles, and could hear
their shril. boyish voices In defiant
tones shouting the war whoop Of their
| tribe. Before any OF us could get our
breath they leaped to their ponies backs
and charged down toward us st furi-
| ous gallop.
81 think II was a moment or two be-
fore any OF us took in tho audacity Of
the thing-two Indian boys charging
right into the ranks of 100 armed whites
but when they got within rife range
they opened our eyes by lying fat ON
their ponies and shooting straight at us.
"'Give the young imps volley, cap
tainr excitedly directed the agent.
81 hated to do 1t, but there they came,
riding us down and shouting like al
possessed. Aim high; firer I command
ed the men, for couldn't bear TO
slaughter the brave little chiefs. On
they rode, unhurt Of course. right into
our teeth!
"'Open ranksr
They shot like wildfire through us
and were out OF reach before We could
halt and reform.
II supposed all we would have to do
now would be to chase the little rascals
back into the camp and deliver them
over as prisoners Of war. But bless my
stars il they didn't wheel as soon as
they could, bringing their ponies 10
dead stop, and with another whoop Of
defiance came charging back mp the hill
at us.
lit was the most desperate exhibition
Of courage had ever witnessed in hu-
man being, red or white-a cool and
grim determination to keep up the fight
until they died fighting.
Pop! One Of our horses was hit.
Pop! a cavalry man dropped his
Winchester, hit in the arm. I dared
not spare them longer.
"'Firer
"The smoke of our second volley
cleared away to show us two prostrate
forms and pony kicking its last on
the earth. shut my eyes. did not
want to see what l knew must see.
Leave them to the coyotesr growled
the agent. No. drag their bodies back
to the old VOLTS den. I'll teach them
lessonv
"'Not by my command, Mr.. Agent
said. i never faced any Drawer enc
mics. They shall be buried with the
honors of war
"Oh, I'm so glad you were In COM
mand, Uncle jack" little Ted cried, his
lips quivering with sympathy. Where
did you bury them then, Uncle Jacki
Not where the wolves could"-,
"Bless your life, youngster, didn't
bury them at all. The agent and his
Indian police had gone back BY the time
the sergeant with his squad got the
graves dug. and when they went 10 pick
them up from beside their dead ponies
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