Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1893-04-13
CORP / ORAL JIM.

G0RP0R jim.
Prisoner In the Hands of the
paehes.
Nsw York Sun.
mi hight the scouts came in
With inf ermation that they had
discovered an Indian village 2 few
miles away, and two hours later the
ofieera passed about from tent to
tent and aroused the sleeping men.
Horses we're brought in and sad
dlnd, ammunit ition ver-hauled, and
sabress buckled on, and seventy of
ns rode quietly away over the
plains toward the foothills. There
WAS plenty Of time and the horses
sswere not pressed beyond walk.
lust ass day began to odawn we halt
ed. While We sat waiting We could
hea. the bells Of the Indian ponies
and the barking of dogs, and once
the cry of a child was waited to
our; ears across the valley:
We shall charge right into the
village. Don't fire upon any of
the sqnaws unless they take part
aiinthe fight. Keep. together and
mind The bugle calls!s
So The order came down the lines,
and ten minutes later daylight was
strong enough for us.to make out
sths 8igwams. We rode forward q
few hundred yards, and then the
bngle sounded the scharge," and
aaay we rushed.
Military reports have told you
how it was. The Indians had some
how been warned, and. were lying
IL ambush in the dry rayine in.
front Of the camp. We were stag
sred 9 g g d-slau ughtered -
ronted two Indians killed and
two wounded |; thirty out of seventy
! troopers left lying there in front
{ Of the ravine all dead or dying,
thank God, when the fight was
over, except Corporal jim. He had
been thrown from his horse end
stunned When he covered con-
sseionsness heWas = prisoner m the
ndia1 camp
Corporal > Jim iss an old veteran
of The war and this il not thsfrst.
time he has enc tered hostile.
81 aaHennotchas
out into the stock Of his cdrbine.5
. Each one stands for 9 warrior he
has sent to- the happy hunting.
grounds. He does not say this
but all of us know it to be SO. he.
has never uttered a boast, but we
know that he is brave to reckless
ness. AS he lies on the. grass,
bound hand and foot, with the
warriors dancing about him with
bloody scalp locks in their hands,
Corporal Jim groans aloud. AS
they lift him up and point to the
mutilated bodies on which the
squaws and children are still
wreaking vengeance Corporal Jim
turns pale, and faintness steals
{ away his strength.
"A prisoner II the handa of the
3 Apaches! That means death. Ten
thousand dollars in gold would not
sraneom him. If the chief of that
village knew that every living son
in itwould be wiped out in re-
yenge, he would not spare his pris-
oner. Not death by bullet or stroke
of tomahawk, but death after hours
and hours of torture-such torture
as only the merciless Apaches
know how to inflict and prolons.
They have ever been called the
devils of earth. They are born
with the ferocity of the tiger;
they are reared to be mersjless;
they are trained to torture and kill; !;
they die happyif they can first in
fict a death blow.
AS the lines are formed and Cor
{ poral Jim is unbound and con-
Quoted to the head of them he
knows what is coming. He is to
run the gauntlet. That is always
q preliminary. It is to whet the
appetites of the warriors for the
feast to come. On his right is Red
Bird, q sub-chief. With his own
hands Corporal Jim bound up that
chiefs wound on field Of battle,
gave him to drink from his canteen,
and defended him against the ex-
asperated trooper who wanted to
finish him. Has the Apache for
i gotten the incident? His eyes flash
fire, and there is murder in his
lock. Gratitude in an Apache!
As we'll hope for it in hyena! On
his left is young Gray Eagle, the