The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-08-01
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Disgusted Apache Soldiers Experience
 at the Time of the strike.
fFrom the Denver Republican.

| The arst days that uncle Sams sol-
 diers from Fort Logan spent in Tripi-
 dad during the week when travel by
 rail through that town was deadlocked
 by the American Railway Union strike
 were replete with dramatic situations and picturesque incidents.
 On Wednesday the first Santa Fe
 train to reach Trinidad from La Junta
 since the tie-up was made complete came putting into the little station. It
 was filed with tired and disgusted
 travellers, bound for the south, who were already belated in their Journey about eight days. The first act of most of them was to hurry to the de- pot platform and fire questions at sol 6iers. railroad men and citizens regard ing the important matter of when the train would be likely to resume its trip.
 Among the first out was a young In- dian, tall. sturdy and soldierly in ap- pearance. His dress was not quite |. what one would look for in traveller. It's most striking feature was a pair of regular army galters. much worn and faded. but clean and buttoned close to his shapely calves. In addition to these he wore army trousers. white vest, white shirt and broad-brimmed hat of coarse straw. He had on no coat, but did not appear to miss that article. After leaving the train the In- dian did not turn to the first person he met. as did most of the other passen- gers. His eye fell upon group of sol diers lounging against the depot wall. and he made straight for them. First he took glance at their uniforms and then held his hand out in a matter-of- fact way to the first sergeant.
 Logan, huh?" he inquired in deep gutturals.
 Yes, Johnny; this is the Seventh from Fort Logan" the sergeant an swered good-naturedly. You soldier, too, Johnny?" he inquired.
 The Indian grunted out an affirma- tive and then In a sympathetic sort of way the group began to ply him with questions. What regiment did he be- long to? Was he on furlough? Where had he been? And where was he bound?
 Johnny did not speak plain English, but he managed to tell all about him. self intelligently. He was an Apache and belonged to the Tenth infantry his company being stationed at Fort Douglas. His term of service had ex- pired, and he took the usual three months furlough preparatory to re- enlisting. When he started back for Douglas there were ten whole days left of his three months holiday.
 Train heap no good. Stop every place. Now only tree day left" was the way he summed up the predica- ment in which the strike had placed him, and he spoke in tone of utter disgust and gloom.
 Never mind. Johnny" encouraged the sergeant, "the conductor says you'll get away tomorrow, so you'll not be late anyway" The Apache did not appear much encouraged, and with a grunt that might have meant either assent or dissent, wandered across the tracks toward the town.
 "I'll bet he gets boozed before night" remarked one soldier, who knew Indi- ans. The soldier guessed right. About nine o'clock next morning the Santa Fe train was ready to pull out for the south, and all the passengers. with one exception, were on board The absentee was the Apache. It had rained all night and showed no signs of ceasing. The down-pour had swelled the Purgatorie river-called Picketwire by those not acquainted with Spanish-into 8 roaring torrent were in every hollow place. The drenched soldiers hugged the depot, all except. the sentries.
 Suddenly one inquired if the Apache had boarded the train.
 'No," said the man who knew Indi- ans. T bet he's sleeping off drunk somewhere"
 Just then the subject of the bet came staggering up the track. He was still coatless and drenched to the skin, but did not appear to mind his condition at all. He was also very drunk. Up the track he blundered until he struck the Pullman car, which he decided to enter. The sentry at that point knew that a coatless and drunken Indian did not belong in Pullman, and so he pushed the Apache away with his rifle. The Indian fished in his pocket and produced a ticket, but no check for a sleeper. The sentry pointed to anoth- CT car, but the Indian shook his head. He was rebellious and Wanted a Pull man or nothing.
 While the argument was still in pro- gress the locomotive whistle footed, the cars jolted, and away went the train out of the depot. The Indian pushed his hands deep in his trousers pockets, looked in 8 surprised fashion after the train, and then rebukingly at the sen- try. "'r ''F+|F'-'
 Train gone," he said. 'Me no more soldier. C. d-r l
 ThSn he walked across the track and into patch of dripping sunfowers which were half submerged in water. After looking gloomily around for a minute he sat squarey down in the puddle, crossed his arms on his knees. and looked . perfect picture of utter misery.
 He had been there only a few min- utes when some one drew the atten- tion of Captain Coolidge to him. Af- ter the captain had learned the situa- tion he started for the Indian. When close to the edge.of the pool where the Apache was taking his siesta the cap- tain called:
 "Get out of that place and come over here" t~
 The disconsola.e Indian heard, looked around and then got to his feet. But instead of going to where Captain Coo H Hdcra IA ct araI e,%v Sx.r.l I