The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1895-06-06

AS Roman Nose dashed gallantly
forward and swept into the open at the
head of his superb command, he was
the very beau ideal Of an Indian chief
Mounted on a! large, clean-limbed chest
nut horse, he sat we'll forward on his
barebacked charger, his knees passing
under horse-hair 1ariat that twice
| loosely encircled the animals body, his
horses bride grasped I'M his left hand,
which was also closely wound in its
| flowing name, and at the same time
| clutched his rife at the guard, the butt
of which lay partially upon and across
the animals neck while its barrel,
crossing diagonally in front Of his body,
rested slightly against the hollow Of his
left arm, leaving his right free to- direct
the course of his men. He was a man
over six feet and three inches in height,
beautifully formed, and, save for a
crimson silk sash knotted around his
waist, and his Inoccasins on his feet,
perfectly naked, His face was hideous-
| ly painted in alternate lines Of red and
black, and his head crowned with a
magnificent war-bonnet, from which,
just above his temples and curving
slightly forward, stood up two short
black buffalo horns, while its ample
length Of eagles feathers and herons'
plumes trailed wildly on the wind be-
hind him; and as he came swiftly ON at
the head Of his charging warriors, In all
his barbario strength and grandeur, he
proudly rode that day the most perfect
type Of a savage warrior 1t has been my
lot to see. Turning his face for an In
slant towards the women and children
Of the united tribes, who literally by
thousands were watching the fight from
the crest Of the low bluffs back from
the rivers bank, he raisedlhis right arm
and waved his hand with a royal GEES
ture in answer to their wild cries OF
rage and encouragement as he and his
command swept down upon us: and
again facing squarely towards where
we lay, he drew hts body to its full
height and shook his clinched fist def
antIy at us; then throwing back his
head and CHANGING slSywards, he sud
denly struck the palm of his hand
across his mouth and gave tongue to a.
war-cry that have never yet heard
equalled in power and intensity.
Scarcely had it's echoes. reached the
rivers bank when It was caught up by
each and every one Of the charging war
riors with an energy that battles de-
scription, and answered back with
blood-curdling yells of exultation and
prospective vengeance by the women
and children on the rivers bluffs and
by the Indians who lay in ambush
aroundus. On they came at a swinging
galIop, rendtng the air with their wild
war-whoops, each individual warrior in
all his bravery of war paint and long
braided scalp-lock tipped with eagles
feathers, and all stark naked but for
their cartridge-belts and n1occasins, /
keeping their line almost perfectly, with
a front of about sixty men, all riding
bareback, with only a. loose lariat about
their horses bodies, about q yard apart,
and with q depth of six or seven ranks,
forming together compact body of
massive fighting strength, and of al
most resistless weight. Boldly they \
rode, and WE'LL" with their horses bril-
dies intheir left hands, while with their
right they grasped their rifles at the
guard, and held them squarely in front
of themselves, resting lightly upon
their horses necks.