New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-01-18
"Hold my horse,'' said jim, 'Eand

will show you what kind of a dog it is.'
Crawling off to one side, so as to come
broadside to the moving object, he
brought his old musket to his shoulder.
A flash belched forth and leaden minisle
sped on its errand of death. The terrible
whoop of a~brawny savage broke the
stillnes of the breaking dawn. x~. IL
''There, you red cuss, take that for
sneaking around after me-" said Jim.
The yell, however, was soon answered
from different points, seemingly from a
thousand throats. ?.
"Well, pard," said the guard, ''that
was like tipping over a beehive; they
will be down on us like a swarm of
! 'skeeters, and we had better fall back to
the rifle pits and prepare for battle.'
Jim wanted to get his father first; and
they had to be quick, for it was fast
coming day. The next post was soon
reached, and father and son were in fond
embrace.
''Well, Jim," said the father, 81 knew
that wasn't any popgun which sent that
redskin to the happy hunting grounds.
We will soon have fun. Fall back to
the rifle pits.'
jim wanted his father to take the horse
and ride into town and give the alarm,
he and the guard holding the rifle pits.
But there was no use in that for the yells
would have raised the dead, and by the
time they reached the rifle pits there
were a hundred men there. Everybody
was clamoring. "Whose gun was it that
bursted?" Nobody's gun had bursted.
The guard explained:
''Jim Hoosier came up with an army
gun, regular cannon, and redskin came
sneaking along after him; and Jim says,
Hold my hoss, pard', and he crawled off
to one side, and the next saw was a
| flash; and that Indian went up higher
than my head, and came down kerwhal-
lop. Hark !they are coming! Get into
the PITS
p Like so many demons they came thun-
dering on. They were on their ponies.
Owing to the darkness and their mad
hurry, they came rushing on, not clinging
close, as is their custom, but sitting up
right in their saddles.
''Ready! aim fire"' ran along the line.
An awful, trembling, roaring sound bel
lowed like an earthquake. The volley
was sudden and unexpected, and the aim
was close. Of the bowling and screech-
ing and roaring of horses, no pen can
ever tell the story. All who were able
to wheel and get back to the rear went
there.
''Thcre," said the old man Hoosier
''they got a good send-of that time.''
The scampering of the ponies soor
died away, and all was quiet at pos
No. 1. But bark! An attack was beine
made On the other side of the town.
"Twenty-tive men stay here; the bal
ance follow me"' was the command O.
the old man Hoosier; and the party were
soon in the thickest of the fight. The
indians had been more cautious on tina
side Of the town. They had crawled ul
toward the outpost, and were just in the
act of knitting the guard when he sho
the foremost Indian and gave the alarm
but he had fired his last shot. He wen1
down under the stroke of tonahawk
The Indians were soon driven back
Several more attacks were made, but
with heavy losses to the Indians. The
sun rose clear upon sickening scene
1t was the most beautiful valley anc
town on the Minnesota River, and the
plain was strewn with dead and dying
human beings, while the defenders o1
the town were grimy with powder an6
pale and haggard from long and weary
watching and hard fighting.
Satisfied that there would be no other
attack for while, Jim Hoosier went to
to see his mother, and Johnnie. The
meeting between mother, son and brother
was an affectionate one. After break
fast scouting party was sent out along
the timber. Not a trace of an Indian
was seen. Coming to small bunch OF
hazel brush, one of the party said
''There was where poor Ben Foster got
his last shot last night. He and Charley
Tidling were here, having come home on
parole from the Sd Regiment. They
were in the fight Of Yesterday" After
the Indians had fallen back to the woods
they had followed them to this clump o1