The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-05-26

and seated on their scraggy ponies, the war
riors had looked on at the solemn little
ceremony, and within another day by scores
the cowboys and settlers were spreading the
story that the white chief had buried Tom
Graice, with all the honors of war, despite
his crimes and misdemeanors, simply be-
cause he had killed the son of an Indian
chief-the son of the chief whose people
killed the colonel of the Twelfth, when be
attacked the fleeing village on the Mini
Pusa three long years before. 1t was the
white soldiers way Of tau aa gss the red ta
ward the Indian. ''Look out for yourself,
Big RoadI said these astute. frontier
statesmen; "Chief Fenton and his soldiers
have only lured you here within range of
their walls, that they may the more read
lily swoop upon you some bitter morning
children to the sword" In the intense
cold of three days that succeeded the
blizzard, there was no interchange of
visits, so to speak, between the fort and
the Indian village, but emissaries Of Ben
Thorpe had been busily at work. Big
Road and his warriors had been hidden to
attend the stately funeral of their kinsman
and friend, Crow Knife, on the morning
after Christmas, and had fiocked to the
scene and had lifted up their mournful
chant when the volleys flashed and the
crowd of attendant soldiers bowed their
heads in mingled homage and sorrow.
That was all as it should be, but what did
it mean that his slayer should then be ac-
corded equal honors-aye, that more
Observation-Disclosures present at Graices
grave than when the SON of Brule war
rior was laid to rest? This they could not
fathom, and this despite the strained rela-
tons that had resulted in the death of
proved eager to explain in their own way,
and tO aYnlain tn attentive ears
"Old Fenton thought he'd done me
when he moved that bloody band up here
to the FORT" said the cowboy king to his
admiring audience, over at the saloon
across the Platte. eff don't pay him off
with compound interest within the month
and make him wish he hadn't monkeyed
with my business, call me coyote. He
and the stuck-up gang he heads will wish
to God they'd left those Indians where
they were"
And five days after Christmas Colonel
| Fenton heard OF goings-on within the
village that gave him cause to summon his
adjutant and officer of the day, to double
his sentries on every front and to realize
how much in these few years he had
learned to lean for counsel and support on
Malcolm Leale, for now the colonel was
forbidden, as was every one. else, to see
him. even for a moment. Not only had
the flash of the explosion wrecked his eye
S.6A4et Dop thOAC Woo SAotO iOoSOh W iOd1
that he had inhaled the fame. Captain
Lealeswas suffering torment, yet bearing
his burden without moan.
/ A troubled man was the veteran post
surgeon all that woeful week. Ellis Far
rar delirious in burning fever; Malcolm
Leale PROSTATE on a bed of pain, blind
and breathing only in agonized gasps
Mrs. Farrar looking so fragile and weak
that it seemed as though breath might
blow away the feeble flicker of her life
others of the women more or less over
come and shocked by the events of the last
few days; and now, right in the midst OF
it all, came indications of trouble in the
Indian village up the stream-p ow-wowing,
speechmaking and dancing by night, run.
ners fitting to and from the Big Horn,
messengers darling in from other tribes
and when Fenton sent for Big Road to
come into the Office and explain the CHIEF