The daily morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1883-1899, 1894-04-17
AN INDIAN AMBUSH.
FRIGHTENED WILD ANIMALS PREVENT
A HORRIBLE MASSACRE.


stone and Little Missouri rivers, hoping
to intercept the Indians and turn them
back. 1t had been hard, swift march
a ride of over 400 miles-with no halt
above four hours, and at 10 o'clock in the
forenoon half the troops were sleeping in
their saddles as their lean and lame
horses picked their way over the rough
ground.
We had planned to reach the spot where
| the fleeing Indians would cross the Lit.
tie Missouri q day or two ahead of them.
We believed we had accomplished it.
At 10 o'clock we were within two miles
of the spot. Then the head Of the col
umn halted for the men to close up, Our
line had strung out for mile or more.
Between us and the crossing, as the halt
was made, nature had made highway.
1t was a grassy road cbout 20 feet wide,
twisting and turning like creek. Either
side was lined with dense thickets. Half
a milo down the highway it was crossed
by creek with steep banks. Half a
mile farther on was o second creek. 1t
was hardly more than y riyulet at this
season, but the width from bank to bank
was 40 feet, and tine banks were 10 feet
high. Our guide had never passed over
the route.
No man ia the column Of 200 men
knew what lay beyond the first turn.
The halt to close up was precautionary
measure, but no one dreGmed of danger.
If the hostile Indians had not turned
back or changed their route, they should
be 40 or so miles to the south. The
stragglers had come up, the sleepy troop
ers had braced mp under the eyes of their
officers, and the bugler was about to
sound the forward when the nalf breed
guide and scout held up his hand IN
warning A deer came running up the
grassy lane at full speed and was within
two feet of the colonels horse when it
wheeled to tho right and vanished into
the thicllet. Next came fox, who ran
under the feet Of a dozen horses before
he found shelter. Then second deer,
then three or four rabbits.
"What is it?' asks the colonel of the
guide.
"Ambush!" was the reply.
"Whereg'
The guido waved his hand to signify
that itwas down the lane somewhere.
"How do you know"
"See thatS"
A big gray wolf rounded the turn 100
feet away, coming at full speed. The
hair on his back stood up, his tail almost
dragged, and it was easy to see that he
had been disturbed and was put out
about it.
"Iniuhs down therel" said the guide.
1--WE are too latel They have got here
first, and we are in ambush"
"But what makes you think sof" per-
sisted the colonel, who was impatient to
go ahead and yet too prudent to need
lessly expose his command.
Observation-Disclosures" replied the
guide. GAIL were frightened. All run
ming away from something. Injuns
down there waiting for us. Wego some
other way"
We turned to the left and ianked the
position. We had made distance of
seven miles when Indians were seen, and
szirmishing began, but they soon re-
treated southward, and as we followed
them up they crossed the Little Missouri.
1t was the band we had hoped to inter-
cept, but why did they turn back with
out fight? Everybody was asking the
question when few of us rode off to in
spect the ambush. The deathtrap had
been set for us between the creeks. The
lower end of the avenuehad been blocked
with fclled trees and bushes, and trees
partly cut down would have blockaded
the upper end as soon as the last horse
man had passed. The road here mar
rowed to Is feet Wherever there was an
opening in the bushes which lined the
sides it had been closed with thorns.
From sunrise that morning the Indians
had been waiting for us. Almost 200
warriors We're in hiding behind the
bushes, ready to thrust ont their rides
and fire at the signal. Perched in the
trees along the way were half u hundred
boys armed with bows and arrows. Hid
den away under the banks of the creeks
were 100 or more sQuaws armed with
hatchets, knives or clubs. 1t was not to
be a battle, but massacre. No mercy
was to bc shown-not prisoner taken.
Scouts had observed our approach and
reported. When the head of our column
had fairly entered the lane, the eager
squaws and impulsive boys could hardly
be controlled.
In their moving about they frightened
the wild animals ont of their retreats
and sent us the warming They did
not know why we halted, hesitated and
then took another way. For half an
hour they waited, with the scowl ofhate
on their bronzed faces, with the savage
ness of devils in their hearts, with eyes
which glared and glinted as they roamed
about in search Of the expected prey.
Then they whispered to each other:
"They have taken another wayl The
Great Spirit sent them warning toturn
asidel We cannot fight these menl Let
us recross the river and return TO the
agencyr-Wheeling Register.
Ingenious Ants.