Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1895-01-17

the first time, suddenly drops his car
bine, claps hands to his leg, and sets
up howl of misery.
Help him If you can, Schramm,"
sings out Thornton. Keep your places,
the rest of you" Thicker come the
Kissing bullets from front and hank.
Only Jeffers' iorethonght caves them
from attack in rear. At last the horses,
snorting and plunging, have reached
the ridge and are led safely over into
the swale beyond. At last the German
sergeant has conveyed his woun1ad
across the barrier, then turns Tor srse
or two shots over the heads of his CEN
rades now backing up the slope. IL u
the instinct of battle, the impulse o.
the so,dier-and the last Of his soldier
ly life. Finger on trigger, muscular
hand grasping the brown carbin- in
the act of aiming, down, face foremost
on the sward, poor Schultz has
tumbled, Winchester bullet tearing
through his loyal heart.
Five minutes later, in little anphi-
theater among the rocks, two hundred
yards to the west of the ridge from
which the Indians first were sighted,
the wel-nigh breathless detachment IS
regathering, and the fight goes on.
Here, stretched on the ground, stone
dead now, lies the civilian-the stranger
found in company with Schultz and
Schramm-while sobbing over him
kneels his boy. Here, badly fright
ened. the wounded recruit had been
dropped and told to quit his noise.
Here, badly wounded, lies Corporal
Treacy, an Irish trooper whose five
years in the cavalry have known many
a scene of death and danger, but whose
only worry now is that he cannot hire
another shot. Here LETTERS is posting
the men among the rocks as they ar
rive, SO as to cover the retreat OF the
lieutenant and two or three still out at
the front and for the moment invisi-
Bile. Schramm, having dropped his
wounded comrade under sheltering
bowlder, has run up to LETTERS just as
two men come drifting in, one support
ing the other, who Is bleeding and
deathly white.
.aThey have killed Bredow, my
horse" he cries, his blue eyes snap
ping and great beads Of sweat starting
from his face. Where is the lleuten-
ant?"
Back there, trying to lug In
Schultz's body" gasps the wounded
man. "Only two fellows left. Hurry
save" and down he goes In dead
faint. =. -,
"Schultz's bodyl Gott In Himmel!'
cries Schramm, as with one bound ne
IS over the powders and rushing out
to the front again.
Two hundred yards away, just over
the ridge, with whoop and yell ana
flashing rifles, the Indians have con-
rentrated their energies on one de-
voted little squad. Stumbling up tne
slope. Thornton has come upon the
nrnstrate form of the veteran soldier,
stone dead, yet in mute appeal seem
Inr to beg that he be not LETT 10 ING
.aVaoe mutilation OF the Sioux. Here,
younor!-Help me, Fritz ne shouts 10
he nearest men, and so, desper.
tie and daring, the three JOIN
FORCES to save their friend. one
lrags. the others fire, and nave Juse
lot the senseless clay to within ten
,ards of the crest, when with triumph
mt rush and yell the mounted oiou
,ome charging at them. Poor Ferry.
An in fash he sees that hope mas neu
that here on this wild upland Iar
rom home and loved ones, just a. ,ne
,nan,np Of the career SO long sought
= proudly entered. his gallant. manfui.