The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1894-02-16
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Wnd BiIrs Nerye.
By O'Clock In the morning fully 300
hundred Indians had gathered at the
agency. Every one Of them was armed
with rife or revolver, and many of
them had both. There was no drinking
and but little talking. Scar Faced
Charlie had escaped from the guard
house at the fort the night previous
and sought their protection. They
were ready to fight a whole regiment
sooner than give him up. They expect
ed the soldiers TO come, and they had
planned how the attack should be
made. Scar Faced Charlie, armed with
Winchester, revolver and hunting
knife, was the center of group at the
four-house. To reach him the soldiers
would have to ride across the agency
grounds between the lines Of Indians.
They would have to pass I'VE sheds and
houses behind which the Indians could
find shelter. The excavation for new
storehouse would make . rife pit for
so redskins. st o'clock the agent
teIegraphed over TO the fort:
"Don't come. You couldn't take him
with 500 men,"
At 10 O'Clock single white man
came up the road with his mustang
going at an easy canteH. While he was
yet rife shot away the Indians recog-
nized him as Wild Bill, and there was
an uneasy movement among them.
Every man WAS watching him as he
turned to the left and rode into the
agency. He might have dispatch for
the agent, or he might want to make a
purchase. When he did not draw rein
at the store the uneasiness was more
marked. The Indians gathered in
groups and conversed in whispers. AS
the rider reached these groups he ut
tered brief "howdy," but did not
check his pace. At that same canter,
and with his gaze fastened on the
group at the hourhouse, the famous
scout rode down the avenue and made
no halt until he reached the group.
He nodded to two or three Indians
whom he knew and then said to Scar
Faced Charlie:
ST have come after you. It is not far,
and my horse will carry double"
There was the man who had sworn
never to be taken alive. Around him
we're 300 friends who had promised to
wipe out any force sent to capture
him. Instead of 200 or 800 soldiers,
here was one lone man. Everyone
looked at him in blank amazement.
He knew why they had assembled, and
yet he had dared to take the risks. He
had knife and revolver, but he did not
dare put hand to either.
81 will not gol" replied the half
breed, but there was indecision in his
tones.
81 am sent for you. shall take you
dead or alive. Give up your arms and
come along"
For 80 seconds every Indian seemed
to hold his breath, and all stood as
rigid as posts. One well-aimed bullet
would have settled the scout, but not a
gun was raised to fire it. Half dozen
of those stalwart men could rush him
off the grounds, to return at his peril,
but not a foot moved. A regiment
would have been attacked long ago. A
company would have been wiped out
with a volley. A squad would have
been hacked to pieces with tomahawks.
But one man, and that man Wild Bill
Scar Faced Charley looked to the
right and left and half raised his rife.
Then he handed it to the man on his
right, followed it by the revolver, cast
his knife to the ground with curse,
and stepped forwerd and mounted be-
hind the scout. The latter had enter
ed the agency with smile on his face.
1t was there as he rode up to the -four
house; there as he delivered his mes
sage; there as he rode away with his
prisoner behind him. When they were
out of sight behind the ridge the Indi-
ans broke up into small groups and re-
turned to their camps. They had been
awed and overcome by a single man,
but they feared that man more than a
regiment Of soldiers.-Kansas City
Times.
John Brock intends to open up with
full stock of hardware some time