The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1895-06-25
HELEN AND DOC.

| Sheridan and Fort Robinson was the trail
on which the government mail was car
ried," said Doc Middleton the other day
to the writer, land many man has given
up his dear old scalp to the Indians and
then been roasted alive.
'I remember" said Doc, "about 20
years ago, when was working on the Half
Diamond E ranch in the White river valley.
About five miles below the ranch was the
camp of old Sitting Bull, the famous
Sioux warrior, who was killed in the
Wounded Knee battle in 1890. His camp
was in the brush about two yards from
the trail, and the weary traveller could not
see it until he stood before it.
sit was in June and the night was dark
! and cloudy. l was on my way home from
| the round up, and as l was riding slowly
through the woods 1 heard q peculiar cry
that came in the direction of Sitting Bulls
camp. l stopped and listened for mo-
ment, and then plainly heard the voice
of woman, Help Help' knew what
was up, but 1 was yet six miles from the
camp, and unless would be there in a
very short time it would be too late. l
spurred Jaronanou (iny horse), and on,
on, flew like the wind When came out
see the camp fire of Sitting. Bull and heard
the warcries of a thousand Sioux war
riors, as it sounded to me.
IT gave rein to Jaronamou, and spurred
him once more, and in few minutes
stood within 20 yards of the warriors. Be-
fore me were several thousand Indians
dressed in war paint all sitting in a cir
cle stopped and watched them for a mo-
ment. Sioux chiefs were holding con-
sultation, while the warriors, 1900 braves,
were awaiting instructions from the man
of war.
Gin the center of the circle there was
large bonfire, and beside the bonfire sat
beautiful young damsel. She had perhaps
seen IS summers. had stood there but a
few minutes when she saw me. l gave her
signal that would save her. just then
Sitting Bull arose and said to his fellow
warriors, ooh, We warriors brave, the Mes
siah has sent word to you and l to roast
this palefaced devil before the dawn Of
day..
II did not wait to hear more, as there
was no time to lose in order to save the
life of the fair young maiden, and as they
thought the Messiah was near them 1t
would be the best chance to saw the girl.
l gave rein to Jaronamou and spurred him
in the TANKS, and in second was rush.
ing madly toward the girl. / grasped her
by the arm and raised her to the saddle.
Before the Sioux's 1900 braves overcame
their amazement was riding swiftly over
the prairie with the fair young maiden in
my arms.
81 kept up this gait until thought 1t
would be safe to rest for little while. l
rode about ten yards away from the road
and dismounted. l was there but few
minutes when 1 heard the tramping Of
horses hoofs and the warcries of the
Sioux, but / was in the ambush, and l
knew could not be seen by them. In
minute more they were dashing madly by
u.s.
"After they had dashed by us the young
maiden said in voice so meek and mild,
Doc are we safe?'
Yes, darling. We are safe, said /,
but how came you to know my nameP
% WELL Doc, don't you remember the
time when we used to play in papa's yard
under the large shade trees down In Mis-
sourir
Why, Helen Raymond, is it your
" YES, Doc, it is me- and when 1 saw
you 1 knew was saved, for this is the
third time that you have risked your own
life to save mine
+" Now, Helen, tell me quick, how did
these cruel Indians get you away down in
Missouri
:" Well to make a long story short, Doc
about three weeks ago one evening was
standing on the veranda of my fathers
house when Buffalo Bill and about 90
scouts rode by. One of the men turned
and came in our yard. He asked me for
drink. went into the house and got
him glass of water. When l handed 1t
to him, he pointed six shooter at me and
said, eff you utter word, you are dead. F"
He grabbed me and swung me on the sad
die and rode away at a breakneck speed.
After riding a few hours we came to
camp. Here the man took a camping out
fit and drove for three weeks, when we ar
rived at the Niobrara river. 1t was about
shutdown when we got there. We were
there but few minutes when we saw a
band of Indians riding toward u.s. He
knew If he should stay that he would be
killed, so he mounted his best horse and
rode in the opposite direction from the way
the Indians were coming. The Indians
took me and told me that they were going
to take me before the man of war, and
that 1 would soon be killed. 1t was two
river, or the man of wars camp, it was
about half an hour before you came.
''Do you know the name of the man
that stole you away from homer I said.
eyes He told me his name was Dave
Tut
"'Oh, yes, l know him well, but when
we meet it will either be Dave Tutt or Doc
Middleton. But we must lose no more
time here as it is yet 20 miles to Fort
Sheridan, and we must be there by dawn
81 mounted Jaronamou and took Helen
in my arms, and we arrived at Fort Sher-
idan at o'clock. Here we were met by
Helen's father, Mr.. Raymond. The meet
ing was indeed happy one Mr.. Raymond
had tracked Dave Tut to the Niobrara
river There he lost his trail and accideh-
tally came to Fort Sheridan.
"Mr. Raymond handed me a roll of
bills, but told him did not care for the
money, as such things as that often hap
pened in the west. A few days ago when
l was in St. Louis 1 met Miss Raymond,
and she is now the wife of wealthy bank
or at St. Louis.
'Sitting Bull was the man of war of
the great Sioux tribe ever since he was 10
years of age, and his daily prayer to the
Messiah was to meet his companions in
the happy hunting grounds, and since his
death in the Wounded Knee battle the
great Sioux tribe has been unable to find
q man as brave as Sitting Bull, and it
meets every full moon and prays to the Mes
siah for his return. Chicago Tribune.
Items From Billville.
We had about decided that we would
sell our overcoat for a key of ink, when
the news came from Chicago that biz
card was on the way. If we don't get