The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1895-06-20
HELEN AND DOC.

''Ths old telegraph trail between Fort
Sheridan and Fort Robinson was the trail
on which the government mail was car
ried,'' said Doc Middleton the ether 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 "aboItt 20
years ago, when I 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.
cit was in June and the night was dark
and cloudy. L was on my way home from
the round up, and as was riding slowly
through the woods I heard a peculiar cry
that came in the direction of Sitting Bulls
camp. I stopped and listened for mo-
ment and then plainly heard the voice
of woman, 'Helpl HelP' knew what
was up, but was yet six miles from the
camp, and unless I would be there in q
very short time it would be too late.
spurred Jaronamou (1ny horse), and on,
on, I few like the wind. When came out
of the woods, and over little hill, could
see the camp fire of Sitting Bull and heard
the warcries of a thousand Sioux war
riors, as it sounded to me.
81 gave rein to Jaronamou, and spurred
him once more and in few minutes I
stood within 20 yards of the warriors. Be-
fore me were several thousand Indians
dressed in war paint, all sitting in cir
Gle. stopped and watched them for mo-
ment. Sioux chiefs were holding a con-
sultation, while the warriors, 2, 900 braves,
were awaiting instructions from the man
of war.
GIN the center of the circle there was a
large bonfire, and beside the bonfire sat
beautiful young damsel. She had perhaps
seen 10 summers. I had stood there but
few minutes when she saw me. gave her
signal that would save her. Just then
Sitting Bull arose and said to his fellow
warriors, oh, ye warriors brave, the Mes
siah has sent word to you and to roast
this palefaced devil before the dawn of
day
81 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 it
would be the best chance to save the girl.
gave rein to Jaronamou and spurred him
in the TANKS, and in a second was rush
ing madly toward the girl. I grasped her
| by the arm and raised her to the saddle.
| Before the Sioux 2, 900 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 it
would be safe to rest for little while. I
rode about ten yards away from the road
| and dismOunted. I was there but few
minutes when I heard the tramping of
! horses hoofs and the warcries of the
| Sioux, but I was in the ambush, and
knew I could not be seen by them. In a
minute more they were dashing madly by
us.
CATER they had dashed by US the young
| maiden said in voice so meek and mild,
DOC, are we safe?'
90 Yes, darling. We are safe, said 1,
but how came you to know my name?'
g We'll, Doc, don't you remember the
time when we used to play in papas yard
under the large shade trees down in Mis-
souri?'
g why, Helen Raymond is it your
90 yes, Doc, it is me- and when saw
you 1 knew 1 was saved, for this is the
third time that you have risked your own
life to save mine
&c Now, Helen, tell me quick, how did
these cruel Indians get you away down in
Missouri
'F We'll, to make a long story short, Doc,
about three weeks ago one evening was
standing on the veranda of my father 8
|
scouts rode by. One of the men turned
and came in our yard. He asked me for
a drink. 1 went into the house and got
him glass of water. When I handed it
to him, he pointed a six shooter at me and
said ''If you utter word, you are dead. J"
He grabbed me and swung me on the sad
die and rode away at a breakneek speed
After riding a few hours we came to a
camp. Here the man took camping out
md for w
rived at the Niobrara river. 1t was about
shutdown when we got there. We were
there but a few minutes when we saw a
band of Indians riding toward us. 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
days riding. When we arrived at White
river, or the man of wars camp it was
about half an hour before you came
"fDo you know the name of the man
that stole you away from home? said
eyes. He told me his name was Dave
Tut
';'Oh, yes, know him well, but when
we meet it will either be Dave Tut 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 Tutt to the Niobrara
river. There he lost his trail and acciden-
tally came to Fort Sheridan.
| "Mr. Raymond handed me roll OF
bills, but I told him did not care for the
money, as such things as that often hap
: pened in the west. A few days ago when
was in ST. Louis L met Miss Raymond,
and she is now the wife of a wealthy bank
er at St. Louis.
''Sitting Bull was the man of war o.
the great Sioux tribe ever since he was Is
a years of age, and his daily prayer to the