Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1895-09-14


, ,os s., the fierce hatred Of the red man
We came 10 one rbuciSr lyln,. all in a
netp, MS ihin distorted face bound NO IN
under MIN IN his dying agony. That I
Chief Big Foot himself lone Weasel
, s ge saia the iniefpre,er. ridins up. 10
ket view OF the dead chief Yes.
that's him." he continued. 1--WE seen mini
olten at the Spotted Tai agency. He
Mus purity hard citizen, too" "-Asll
The ehicf that mado him look SO sickiy,''
4 TOLD hin. lead, l guess" answered
me, me near;iaeed interpreter. .grinning. and
heap sick, he added " '"' '''"V NO1s"
M. We rode On past TO where. IN deep
IbaNine' lay tvo or six Indians, hurled 10
death BY the bursting shells that nut
an end 10 the deadly work this party was
uoink 70 tho soldiers below. Beyond
.nth larger group attracted our alton
ton Here lay more than twsnty bucks
~ space, OF twenty yards. one guunt,
nnti.elad figure laying across four other
fierce iaee through his matted hair His
arms nung nigh IN the air seemed Just 10
have dropped the bright-barrcled Win
chester by his side. were Il not for his
chest, torn by four raggol holes. Tho
medicine man. said the Interpreter, nod
IIlnnhg at the figure; he started shc nght.
Mhcn the soldiers started IN 10 round M
the Indians guns he walked around the
Indians, singing the death song. and tell
,,ig mem not 70 give UP their guns, and
o. DUST, throws Il in the air--the Sioux
Tight signal-and or new the Indians
blankets. out came their guns and light
All around was scattered an endless
wreck or camp stun, broken wagons.
dead animals, mingled with heaps OF RAGS,
rYu quilts, beaded moccasirs, and norcu-
pine work. one old fellow that We ran
AZ s had his head N a waterbucllet aud
ms rect IN 4 coal scutuc the Indians had
kOtten tho Lord knDIgg ytpfs He luUtfunt
he WIS safe, | suppose, IT, the same way
an ostrich does when II. gets It's head
under two inches Of sand but the ugly
spot N his back showed that no had beon
mistaken.
There. lay some squaws in their tawdry
red ana yellow dresses. and on each the
long undiscovered scabhardA FOR those
cruel knives they carry to use on game
or tortured prisoners alike, Everywhere
peaceful now, for tho first time on carth.
Ihey had not boon good lndiana-not
they, They had been as murdcrous,
treacherous set Of villains as ever went
unhung. Many a cruel decd had they
done while alive; many n fond heart had
they broken, that stu is broken TO this
day, that still wceps for the gallant gem
tlemon. and brave soldiers who fell that
day. So our hearts We're stern as we
wandered on, But az we came down u
little swale that dipped 10 the creek, We
came upon a tepee standing by itself. It's
walls torn by bullets, IA front OF 1t lay
squaw, fallen stricken by II chance shot
ns she ran out An I rode around the
tepec my horEo suddenly shled | looked
over TO SEQ what II was. There lay u
little lndlan ehild--a mere bn1y-hcr litto
face sun fun Of startled wondormcnt MS
she had listened to the wild roar Of the
light around her. / got on my horse
again. ana gave him TO Lone Weasel TO
little face that brought something salt to
my eyes ns ! looked at her, The dark
stain on her bonnet told the tale OF the
one little dari-sl,lnned hand lay as n
she had stretched It out for something
oven as she fell TO the ground, What
Thought; An, yesl there It was; 1t was an
Indian doll--n funny doll with red dress
all beaded with white beads around tho
waist and crowned with long black hair
that you could see the babys mother had
cut from her own heavy hair
The little doll was standing in a clay
It, with bit or two or glass, some gilt
tering pieces, Of lin, and, a gorgeous to,
with this wee doll. humnlng to 1t the low
tender songs the Sioux lover sings on
starlit nights, Even IN her fall she had
stretched one hand for Il, as II to protect
II from the terror around hcr,
The snow now flung It's white. peaceful
mantle over them both. as though the
loving mother Garth had tucked them
away in her bosom, while the west Wind
sung them To sleep forever. How quiet
her baby face was II touched n SOFT
spot somewhere under my heavy coat ms
I looked at her. ! stopped and very ten-
derby raised her little figure and the doll
In my arms. and walked across the field
with them.
The men dug fog her n small grave by
Itself under II branching fir. Softly laid
her away In II with q mist IN my eyes.
while the bearded soldiers took Off their
caps with vague OF reverence
As I turned away from the fast,iilling
brave. my glance fell upon the doll that
had slipped to the snow covered-ground.
II was too late to lay II with the little
one In the tiny grave. l>put u gently
IN the pocket OF my great coat and
brought II back to the agency There It
is, on that cabinet IN the conner OF my
front room. and never look nj til. In
dian doll but I think OF that little grave
under the branching nr IN the Wild
Dukotna