News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1893-09-07
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| all caused by the injudicious conduct of
certain hot headed officers of cavalry.
The friends of White Wolf, the princi-
pal brave shot by Major Berrien's
troopers, declare that he and those with
him were friendly and We're only striving
to reach the major with the news that
courlers were coming, hoping thereby to
earn something to eat, for they were
cold and hungry when they were fred
on without warning, and even while
making signals of peace and friendship
White Wolf was slain. Then the Brules
who were with them could not be re-
strained and attacked the couriers in re-
venge.
LAS for the affair at Wolf creek after
the blizzard there is unspoken denuncia-
tionHmopgtnRe Indians, and the 'damna-
ton of faint praise in other quarters of
the conduct of cavalry officer present
The Indians declare they had gone out
only to gather up their ponies. The sight
of the mules told them there must be an
ambulance stalled somewhere in the
drifts, and they were eagerly searching
for it to render succor and aid when
they were fired upon from ambush by
the lieutenant and his men, and two of
their ponies were killed and one young
Indian shot through the leg. The In
dians declare they could easily have
killed Major Berrien, but merely strove
to defend themselves and explain, and
that had they been hostile they could
have finished the lieutenant and his little
squad at the Wolf creek crossing long
before reinforcements came. Altogether,
there is something so plausible in their
statements that it is understood that the
conduct both of the major and at least
one of his subalterns will be made the
subject of official investigation.
"Well, well, wellr' said Kenyon.
"Thank God I'm not serving n grateful
nation in the heart of the Indian coun-
try. It's bad enough to be shot and
worse to be lied about, and that is all
the comfort there is in being a cavalry
man, if do say it who am nothing but
a cross grained old crank of doughboy.
If this is what the Twelfth is to get for
"a mere affair of outposts,' what the
devil will be said of them if they should
get into regular pitched battle? Here,
Mr.. Adjutant, dump that paper in the
fire, and don't let n woman at the post
know anything about it. Know it al
ready? How the mischief could theyT'
"There were half dozen Of them, sir,
at Mrs. Hazlett's reading another copy
of that paper as came down. And poor
Mrs Thorpe is crying her eyes out. She's
been utterly upset since the news came
that the Twelfth had been sent out.
Good God, sir, she's coming in nowl"
1t was indeed poor Mrs. Thorpe who
entered, pallid, her eyelids swollen with
weeping. Old Kenyon was on his feet
in an instant and leading her to n chair.
"My dear madam, my dear madam"
he began, "you must not give way so. j
assure you there is no cause for such
dread and anxiety. Do strive TO control
yourself"
q" cannotl oh, Major Kenyon, | can
notg have been through so much, such
fearful scenesi' she sobbed, wringing
her nervous hands, rocking to and fro
i'll an agony of grief. "Oh, it is easy
for those who have not lived the life we
had to live in the old days to counsel
then, kneeling at my mothers side when
the news came in that widowed half the
women in the post. spent my girlhood
in the regiment. How many are left Of
the officers who were so good to me
thena Mother was only one of dozen
whose hearts were broken-broken as,
oh, Godl feel mine is to be. They took
my father long years ago, now they de-
mand my husband, my babies father.
my all, their all o God, q Godr
"Sobbing, rocking to and fro in her
uncomfortable grief, the poor girl clung
to Kenyon's hand, and the old fellows
eyes blinked and smarted with tho tears
he could not quite force back. He laid
the other hand upon her bowed and
swaying head,
MY child," he said brokenly, "for
your babies sake try to bear up. Be
your fathers daughter | knew and
loved him well-knew you when You
rode your first pony at the old fort up
the Missouri. You know well l wouldn't
try to deceive you. l can't think the
Twelfth is to bear the hrunt of this
business. They don't belong in that de-
partment at all. They are only bor-
rowed from here, and surely there are
troops enough there, more than enough,
10 overawe that pestilent gang. All that
Is necessary will be to surround the In
dians, let them see what n force we
have, and they'll knuckle down. Don't
cry so, Mrs. Thorpe; don't cry, my
child. Let me take you over home now.
Just get the little ones around you to-
night, and I'll bring over some famous
oranges that came today, and-why, i
don't believe the Twelfth will have to
pull another trigger. Think how many
other regiments and commands there are
there"
81 do, do, and pray and pray, but
no comfort comes. Did you ever know
a time when they were not in the thick
of the fight? Did you ever hear Of any
time when the loss did not fall heaviest
on us?"
Don't think of that now. he pleaded.
Don't borrow trouble from either past
or future. Come, let me take you home,
there's good girl. | tell you if that
band hasn't surrendered they've scat
tered all over creation, and you can no
more catch them than you can-than
you cana newspaper lie. That's the
strongest simile can think of, Did you
hear what they were saying about Ber-
rien and Brewstery" he queried, eager to
divert her thoughts from her own
misery.
II did. Isn't it cruel? But Major
Berrien has his wife and Winnie with
him, and they're bringing him home;
but if poor George is shot, what can
do?"
"Do? Why, You shall so right 10 him
If have to give myself seven days
leave ard take you" And so, soothing,
comforting as best he knew how, the
veteran major led her home to her Won
dering brood, to the laughing, Growing
baby leaping in the nurses arms, de-
lighted to see the little mother again, to
the joyous children romping in the fire.
light, innocent of care or fear, and then
striving for their sake to still her sobs,
to dry her tears, he left her to put the
lite ones to bed, to clasp their folded
hands in hers as the wee, white gowned
girlies knelt at her side echoing-God
only kHeW Win WHib pltSouS tHNISdlg-~
the lisping prayer for his divine protec-
ton for the loved father, the devoted
husband, the gallant soldier who that
very day had fought his last fight and
lay lifeless on the frozen sod.
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