The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1895-03-30
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+ FOR BOYS AND GIRLS.
fNTERRsTING READING FOR YOUNG
PEOPLE.
Endians On the Trail-Overheard &t
Noon ON the Lawn-The TOny's
Horse-Almost a Miracle.
While all the Indians are better trail
sers than whites, it does not follow that
all Indians are equally experts. The
best tribes in this respect are the Della
: wares, Comonches and Apaches. The
best trailer I ever saw, says writer in
the st. Louis Globe-D Democrat, was an
Apache who was in the employ Of the
government during the Crook campaign
in the Southwest. During that cam
paign report came in that a band
of Indian raiders had made its way
down the valley, almost under the very
: noses Of the troops, and had robbed sew
eral ranches, killing the settlers. In
order to successfully movie against the
Indians in that country it was neces-
Sary to march at night, on account OF
the warnings sent ahead by signal fires
A troop of cavalry and company Of in
fantry were sent out after the raiders
as soon as night came. All that day the
Indian scouts had been scattered over
the valley searching for trails, and
when the command was ready to start
the scouts were ready to follow trail
that was believed to be one that led to
the 'rancheria' or village of the In
dians. The trail was carefully follow
ed over the stony ground and through
the underbrush the scouts actually feel
ing their way with their hands. They
seemed to experience no difficulty in
tracing the trail with their fingers in the
dark, but suddenly there was a halt.
Word was sent back that another trail
crossed the original, and it was fresh
er track. A light was procured, and it
was discovered that the cross trail was
that of a bear. which had passed along
after the Indians. The original trail
was taken up again and followed stead
lily through the night, andAthe ranch
eria found and captured early in the
morning.
The most remarkable bit of individual
trailing that ever came to my know
ledge was the finding of lost child
in the Gunnison valley. The little girl,
four years old, wandered away from the
cabin on Tumiche creek and was not
missed for several hours. Hundreds
men in the valley turned out and search
ed all that day without finding a sin
gle sign of the girl. At last it was pro-
posed to send for some Ute trailers
at camp about twenty miles away:
The Indians did not get on the ground
until about twenty-four hours after the
child was missing, and then the whole
country had been SO searched over that
all hope Of trail was seemingly gone.
Three Indians went to work stimulated
by the promise of a big reward, and be-
fore dark they found the child unhurt,
but almost dead from fright and ex-
posure. They did their work in a sys-
tematic manner, and covered the ground
so thoroughly that they soon found the
direction the child had taken, and then
began an ideal bit Of trailing. Foot by
foot they went over the ground, noting
a broken twig here, a turned stone
there, or a small impression in the
y damp earth. Sometimes they would go
a mile without finding a single thing to
indicate that they were on the right
trail. and they would find a perfect i'm
preston of a little bare foot in a mud
spot. The child was found eight miles
from home and hid so close when the
Indians approached her that they were
almost at fault when they were the end
of the trail and were compelled to
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espied her crouched down under fall
en- tree
The Indian is taught from earliest
childhood to examine and note every
mark upon the ground. He is given in
struchons regarding the placing Of his
feet when ON the march and under all
circumstances whether in peace or war,
he hides his trail. It becomes a second
nature to him. and the watching Of the
trails that le crosses is as instructive
as Hiding his own. The Indian on a
raid pays little attention to his front:
He knows that his weakness is in his
trail, and he always carefully guards
the rear of the march. His knowledge
of his own ability to find the trail Of an
enemy makes him afraid of the discoy-
cry Of that left by himself.
Almost a Miracle. -
Lieutenant Won Hohnel narrates with
much junction the story Of his recovery
from fever and dysentery in the wilds
of Africa. He had been growing worse
and worse, compelled meanwhile to
travel, and deprived Of every thing like
suitable food. till at last he gave up the
flight. r.. -
% / clostd my weary eyes convinced
that was falling into my last, long un-
consciousness. woke again about four
o clock in the morning. but it was long
before I realized that I was still alive.
Again and again. I asked. myself.
Where am /? Am I really not dead
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Then I remembered that Count Tel
st:;i had stood by my bed the evening
#Iscforc. asking me how / felt. and had
+ ss,isswerea, all hope having left me-, thai
n was near my end. After that q gray
veil had shrouded everything from me,
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