The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1894-12-28


fellows were living now. Already the
ills of the summer were forgotten.
Whether he forgot or not, Schramu
made no reply. He was we'll content
with his rations, for 6eld appetite is
wondrons sauce, and soldier coffee,
with bacon, beans, Dutch oven"
bread and antelope steak have a relish
in the keen October air known only to
the frontiersman. Schramu, from
looking pale, peaked, end trifle pa
thetic when he stepped from the crowd
ed train at the railway, had sprouted a
fuzzy beard, blistered the skin of his
cheeks and nose in the hot MONDAY
sunshine, scared his eyelids by in
temperate additions in alkali water,
and was making commendable prog
ress in plainsc' aft and plains-English.
In three weeks scouting down the
South Cheyenne, with the Bad Lands
on the right and worse lands on the
left, he became so proficient in the cav
airy art of pre-empting good patch Of
g1 ass for his horse that his troop COM
mander, closely watching his new re-
cruit, remarked that that young fellow
would be q valuable non-commissioned
officer some day, if he hadn't been al
ready. Like the Germans of his het-
erogeneous troop, the captain was of the
opinion that Schramm had history.
One evening, far down the valley
where not an Indian had been seen or
heard of, the outlying sentries report
ed q bunch Of black-tailed deer in the
foothills to the northwest. Lieut.. Nor
gan was in command of the guard, and
his captain was officer of the day. Nor
gan took a squad of three or four men,
mounted and rode away down the
wind, while party of officers scram-
bled up the bank to the edge of the
broad prairie to watch the sport. 1t
was just then that Schramm, his blue
eyes ablaze, clicked his heels together,
stood bolt upright, and began, color
ing even redder in combined cagerness
and embarrassment, 'Bitte, Herr Ritz
meister," then, desperately plunging
into troopers English as he had heard
it spoken: kin 1 go along NIT dem fell
lers alretty?" and as Manning nodded
assent, he salutcd with marked precis-
ion, bored hole with his heel in the
allsan dust in punctilious execution
of the ''kehrt," sprang bareback on his
horse and rode away, carbine in hand,
after his trooper comrades. Half an
hour went by, and the herd, still I'M
disturbed, continued to Craze. The
hunters were out Of sight among the
depressions of the surface. The cap
tain sent for his field glass, and other
officers joined him and levelled their
binoculars on the distant quarry-just
a deer family having quiet dinner to-
gether in a sheltered ravine oper ing
out into the broad bottom of the
stream. Presently, one after another,
threcuor four black objects crawled
around a point. "Yonder's Morgan, N
said the watchers. Suddenly the deer
family tossed high their heads, then
darted away into the hills and were
out Of sight In an instant. Two OF
three of the younger officers set up a
laugh of derision: pretty hunting,
that is!' But the elders looked grave.
what scared them?" was tbs query.
The black dots of hunters had halted,
evidently in surprise. There seemed
to be moment of consultation, and
then all three could be seen running
back in the direction in which they
came.
''Going for the horses to chase the
deer" laughed young Leonard, who
sneered at Morgan's claims as q deer
stalker.
"Chase be hanged! Look there! the
deer are chasing them"
Then up rose every man in mad ex.
element, for their senior lieutenant
Mr.. Ray, had sprung to his feet and
rushed for his horse. "Decr, you
damned fool! It's Indians!" he cried
and, shouting for some of the guard tc
follow him, Mr.. Ray threw himsel1
upon his nimble sorrel and darted out
over the prairie to the rescue. In 8