The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1896-09-05
THE FIELD OF ADVENTURE.
THRILLING INCIDENTS AND OAR
mo DEEDS ON LAND AND SEA.
Lieutenant Creole Whips Seven In
dians-A Cyclist Captures Five
Bear Cubs-Nerve Saved His Life.

Lieutenant Creole Whips Seven In
dians-A Cyclist Captures Five
Bear Cubs-Nerve Saved His Life.
~ NE day at sunset Lieutenant
Creede IA noted Western
hunterl rode out from Ogal-
lala, where the scouts were
stationed, guarding the builders of the
Union Pacific Railway. Creole was,
and is yet, for that matter, famous
rife shot. quick, cool and sure, and
upon this occasion his skill came in
good play, as it did in later years,
when he fought two grizzlies single
handed in the presence of two wit
nesses.
1t was customary for some one to
takD look about at the close of day
to see il any stray Sioux were prowl-
ing around. About six miles from
camp Creede came to clump of trees
covering half dozen acres of ground,
Through this grove the scout rode,
thinking perhaps an elk or deer might
be seen; but nothing worth shooting
was sighted. till suddenly he found
himself at the further edge of the
wood and on the banks Of the Platte.
Looking across the stream he saw
small band of hostile Sioux riding in
the direction of the river and not
more than mile away. His field
glasses showed him that there were
seven .of the Sioux, aud without the
aid of that instrument he could see
that they had majority of six over
his party. They were riding slowly in
the direction of the camp. Creede
concluded that they intended to cross
over, kill the guards and capture the
Government horses. His first thought
was to ride back to camp. keeping the
clump of trees between him and the
Indians, and arrange reception for
the Sioux.
The river was half mile wide and
three feet deep. Horses can't travel
very rapidly in three feet of water.
In short time they had reached
the waters edge, and the scout could
hardly resist the temptation to await
their approach, dash ont, take shot
at them and then retarn to camp.
That was dangerous, he thought; for
if he got one there would still be half
a dozen bullets to dodge. A better
rlan would be to leave his horse in
the groove, crawl out to the bank, lie
concealed in the grass until the enemy
was within sixty yards of him, then
stand up and work his Winchester.
The first shot would surprise them.
They would look at their falling friend;
the second would show them where he
was, and the third shot would leave
but four Indians. By the time they
swung their rifles up another would
have passed to the happy land, and
one man on shore, with his rife work
ing, was as good as three frightened
Indians in the river.
Thus reasoned the scout as he crept
to the shore of the stream. He had
no time to lose, as the Indian ponies
had finished drinking and were already
on the move.
As the sound of the sinking feet OF
the horses grew louder the hunter was
obliged to own a feeling of regret. If
be could have got back to his horse,
without their seeing him, he thought
it would be as we'll to return to camp
and receive the visitors there. Just
once he lifted his head above the
grass, and then he saw how useless it
would be to attempt to flee, for the
Indians were but little more than a
100 yards away. Realizing that he
was in for it, be made up his mind to
remain in the grass until the Sioux
were 10 near that it would be impossi.
BILE to miss them. Nearer and nearer
sounded the plunkety.plunk Of the
unshod feet of the little horses in the
shallow stream, till at last they seemed
to be in short rife range, and the
trained hunter sprang to his feet. He
had reckoned we'll, for the Indians
were not over sixty yards away, riding
tandem. Creede's rife echoed in the
little grove; the lead leaped out and
the head Indian pitched forward into
the river. The ridefless horse stopped
short. The rife cracked again, and
the second red man rolled slowly
from the saddle, so slowly that he
barely got out of the way in time to
permit the next brave, who was almost
directly behind him, to get killed
when it was his turn. The remaining
four Indians, instead of returning the
fire, sat still and stone-like; SO terri
fed were they that they never raised
a hand. Two more seconds; two more
shots from the rife of the scout, and
two more Indians went down, head
first, into the stream. Panic-stricken,
the other two dropped into the river
and began to swim down stream with
all their might. They kept an eye on
the scout, and at the fash of his gun
they ducked their heads end the ball
bounded away over the still water.
Soon they were beyond the reach of
the rife. Returning to their own
side of the river, they crept away in
the twilight, and the ever sad and
thoughtful scout stood by the silent
stream. watching the little red pools
of blood on the broad bosom of the
slowly running river.
Three of the abandoned broncos
turned back. Four crossed over and
were taken to camp.
The two sad and lonely Sioux had
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