Evening journal., 1892-08-08

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A month later and Holden has his
wounded safely housed under the roof
of the hospital at old Pawnee, many
severely shattered or suffering great
pain. Many viii bear to their dying
day mementos Of that savage Decem-
Der battle. Some Of the twoscore Are
doing very well; others perhaps have
done better, and are sleeping under the
flag. A busy man is Holden, and very
proud ono, as he has the right to be, for
one and all the troopers love to speak of
him as their fighting sawbones." He
was in the thick Of it al when the rush
of the rearward mounted troops swept
into and through these fire splitting
lodges, and the Indians-warriors
sQuaws and children-were scattering,
fighting fercely all the way to the
shelter of the ravines among the bluffs.
Tireless as ever he and his assistants are
constantly at the bedsiGes Of the wound
ed SO is the chaplain, one Of the church
militant, whose souls in arms and
eager for the fray" for his friends of the
Twelfth arc under two fires.
Calamity and well have they with
stood that which, with sudden treachery
at the hands OF their savage foes, flashed
in their very faces. But they have no
redress as against this--this civilized
lashing at their very backs. The par
sons sermon Sunday morning in answer
to the driveling sentimeptality Of Ger
tain misguided ecclesiastics far from the
scene Of conflict almost lifted old Ken
yon and his comrades out OF their seats.
The major Rugged his chaplain after
service and stopped to shake hands with
him every time he met him during the
afternoon. In many pulpit east Of the
Missouri with fearful fervor was the
picture drawn Of those helpless, plead
ing Indian mothers, those shrieking, ter
rifed little Indian babes, ruthlessly
slaughtered by brutal and Infatuated
soldiery. Nor were the clergy without
warrant for their "bottom facts, since
in some mysterious way the representa-
tives Of the press, lowering about that
inpersonal section Of military anatomy
known as headquarters, were flooding
the columns Of their journals with para
graphs about the wanton killing Of wo.
men and children in the fight in front Of
the Twelfth.
Holy Joe, as the parson had been
termed, knew well the day when, in the
seclusion and simplicity of his seminary
life, he would have swallowed whole
just such statements and turned up the
whites OF his eyes in sympathetic horror
at the recital. But the man Of God on
the banks Of the Merrimac and his
brother in the cross on the upper Mis-
souri, see very different sides Of the vex-
ing Indian question. "Holy Joe" at
Pawnee this sparkling month of Janu-
airy was mad clear through at the indig-
mites and aspersions cast upon his blue
coated comrades. He wrestled with the
brethren of his cloth and downed them.
He even dared to establish a censorship
Of tie press and to keep from the hands
Of his precious wounded those journals
which had assailed the Twelfth.
He had had his hands full, poor fell
low, long before the wounded came, for
those were dire days and nights after the
news was flashed to the post and the
widowed and fatherless in their Attic
ton were thrown upon his hands. Poor
Mrs Thorpe. All, she was only one OF
several. There was wailing among the
wives and little ones down where once
the soldiers families were so thickly
clustered. There were other households
in dread anxiety. There were wemen
broken down with grief and sleepless
watching. There was one so i'll she
could not even now be told she would
never look upon the face of her gallant
soldier again. But draw the veil. It
was on such bleeding hearts and on the