The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-06-02

Among the unpublished reminiscent
ces OF the Mexican war in connect ton
with the career of Colonel james ii.
Lane, who raised company OF SOL
diers at Lawrenceburg. Ind, and
which have been preserved by his
friends, is the brief account Of dar-
ing regimental doctor of the Ameri-
can army named Grubbs.
The doctor was as kind-hearted as
he was brave. and never hesitatod
to confront any danger, IL he could
assist suffering soldier or relieve
the distress OF fellow mortal.
One fine morning, while the United
States troops were in possession Of
the city OF Monterey, and soon after
the doctor had finished his sick call,
his hostler, Mexican youth, to
whom he had become favorably at
tached from their long and friendly
association, came to him In a great
hurry. accompanied by strange
Mexican who, he said, was his
cousin. and who had ridden from a
village twenty miles distant to in
form him OF the serious illness Of his
father. The devoted son begged tho
American doctor to mount his horse
and 60 with him to see his sick par
ent. Feeling under Obligations to
the lad who, for many months, had
never wearied in doing him service.
he consented to grant the favor
asked.
Calling for his horse, he was soon
galloping away with the boy and his
cousin, to the distant village, al
though he know that in doing SO he
was running the risk OF death or
capture by the wandering bands OF
guerrillas that roamed the enemy's
country when he got beyond the pro-
lection OF his own army.
While the improved patient slept,
the doctor and his companion began
the enjoyment of dinner, prepara-
tory TO returning to the city OF Mon
terey, says the Cincinnati Enquirer.
But before they had finished their
meal bright-eyed sister Of tho doc
tors hostler rushed into the room.
shouting that the guerfillas were
coming. The man sprang from the
table just as company of villain
| ous-looking Mexican horsemen gal
| Hoped up to the front OF the building.
The young girl, grateful to the doc
tor for the relief he had afforded her
afflicted father, determined TO save
him from the power Of the hostile
and blood thirsting band, and. direct
ing her brother to lead the Ameri-
can through the roar OF the house
and conceal him amid the hrubbery
and trees that covered the back OF
the lot, she delayed the advance OF
the guerrillas by parleying with
them and asking them not TO disturb
her sick parent. The leader OF the
Mexicans was brutal bandit, who
reveled in scenes of blood and pos
sessed no spark of sympathy for even
| his fellow-countryman
Let the renegades die, for their
friendship for the Americans" he
shouted with an oath, and brandish-
ing his sword, strobe into tho house,
followed by noisy horde of his COM
mand. Searching the rooms with
out success, they visited the garden
and discovered the retreat of the
fugitives. The Mexican boy and his
cousin came from their concealment,
and offered to surrender, asking
their countrymen to spare their lives.
''Shoot them down." yelled the
cruel captain; "they are no better
than the cursed American dogs" and
a volley from the carbines OF his
soldiers filled the bodies of the un-
resisting man and boy with doath-
dealing lead.
The doctor resolved to sell his life
rs dexrly as possible, and springing
behind tree he drew his revolver,
and with an unerring aim sent bull
let into the breast OF the brutal Off
Ger and dropped two more OF the
cowardly band by his rapid firing.
The cautious guerrillas surrounded
the grade and poured into the copse a
volley OF leaden bullets that cut a
load OF leaves and small twigs from
the trees, but as the hunted physi-
clan had crouched close to the ground
he sustained no injury and Id turn
had tho satisfaction OF sending bull
let into the body of one of the more
venturesome Mexicans, which con-
WINGED his companions that the
American was not dead, but still ex-
ceedingly dangerous. They had re-
solved and were preparing to fire
again In obedience to the one assum-
ing command to ''shoot lower to the
ground next time" A crowd of wo-
men came from the house, headed by
the dark-eyed daughter Of the owner.
She cried in lamentation over the
tragic fate OF her brother "Let us
carry my poor dead brother into the
house." screamed tho beautiful girl,
addressing the Mexican soldiers, as
they stood with raised guns to fire.
"Oh, why did you kill my poor
brotherP" and her pathetic cries
touched the leader. who told her to
pick him up and hurry into the
house with him. The sobbing wo-
men surrounded the body and the
grateful girl stepped into the copse.
and slipping off her dress, babe the