The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1894-02-28


Harvey. Guess we don't want 70 get
scalped, do weT'
Sure enough, where were thew? In her
exul1ation at escape from a nearer dan
ger. Katherine had almost forgotten 1he
greater one. She swept the horizon with
her keenest glance. In that n1urixy at
mosphere the view, usually an extensive
one. narrowed itself to closer boundaries.
But so far As she could see no moving
object met her view.
They must have been driven west Of
this point by the fire, argued Katherine
shading her eyes with her hand.
Katherine knew that military defense
had been provided by the government
after a sicl1ening loss of life among the
settlers, and that Little Crow and his
followers had thus been driven over the
Dakota borders. But she did not know
that predatory bands were making coca
sional detours from the main route Of re-
treat about the less thickly settled parts
Of the country, stealing, numbering and
kidnapping, and that less than a mile
away a band Of these murderous wretches
were hidden IN q prairie slough or ravine,
which they had made a safe retreat by
back firing, waiting for Right to fab
before they descended upon the little cab
in to wreak their bioodthirstv instincts
upon its inhabitants.
Beulah now proposed that Katherine
should go up and put down the ladder
for her TO climb out into more comfort
able quarters.
Seems like I done beat out by all dis
yer catwampin, an Use jes' a-pining fer
a cup O. tea, honey. De waters yere all
handy, an III jes' take a few cobs from
quick'n ye can bat yer eye"
But, alas. in the first movement that
she made Beulah overturned the pail,
and once on terra frTna the difficulty
grew more pressing. They must have
something to eat, for it was past mid
afternoon and they had had nothing
since breakfast.
I'm not afraid. Give me the pail,
said Katherine boldly, and started on
swift run toward the spring.
at the top Of the ridge she paused a
moment, and seeing nothing ran on
But the moment she took another step
she knew by the light covering Of ashes
that the heaviest of the fire had not
passed over the ground, and it must
have been back6red. While she paused,
uncertain Whas TO do, a fearful yell
sounded close to her ear. and bJrly IN
dian, hideOus in waTpaint and feathers.
grasped her from behind, leaped into his
saddle and with another yell to his pony
rode away like the wind, followed by his
band.
Fatigued with the excitement of the
day, Katherine, strong and brave as she
was, succumbed to the sensations of
deadly terror that possessed her. She
made no sound, for fear choked the
shrieks upon her lips. She made no re-
sistance, but. white and helpless with
fright, she felt herself dragged with bru-
tai force to the pony's back and borne
with incredible swiftness across the
prairie. Sick with deadly faintness,
she sank into insensibility.
When she regained consciousness she
was in an Indian camp. There were loud,
hoarse shouts and savage yeIls as rifle
balls whistled through the air. The po-
MES of the Indians, tethered close by,
tugged and tore at their fastenings
There were shrill cries of disinay from
the squaws and warwhoops from the
braves as they hurried about in vain at
tenpts at defense from sudden sur
prise.
Then a voice called, We've got 'em
this timer and Katherine was wide
awake now, for in those tones she recog-
nized q voice, loved always, but never so
welcome as now-the voice of her dear
father.
''One night more and they would have
escaDed us" said Mr.. Gardner. az he
held Katherine in his arms, trembling
and sobbing, and oh, how happy! "And
if we'd taken the north trail instead of
the south on our way to town we
shouldn't have met the troops who were
in pursuit of the wretches. AS it was
we turned back under their escort, anG
when 1 found that my brave girl had
been carried off captive / rode on with
the soldiers. Thank God, my child, /
find you safe"
Katherine Is u woman now, with chill
dren OF her own TO whom she sometimes
tells this true story of the Sioux uprising
of 1872.
"But, mamma" cries little Bruce,
whose eyes and hair are so like those Of
the baby brother she remembers so well,
though he has slept under the waving
grass IN the prairie cemetery these many
years; but mamma, why didn't you
fight back?" And with these words the
warrior nestles sleepily in her
arms, to dream of impossible Indian
fights in which he is the chief actor
Montreal Star.
An Incident of Kenesaw Mountain.
In the course of the battle there &c