Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1896-11-05

the very moment when Kill Eagles
mad Drained ultimatnm drove his band
into revolt and launched them ON the
warpath.
With them went Crow Knife's father
and mother, and the boy rode wildly in
pursuit. He was with them, striving to
induce his mother to abandon the VII
lnge, when the warriors made their de-
scent on the ranches Of the Dry Fork,
and later, when Farrar's fierce attack
burst upon them like q thunderbolt
through the snowolouds. Sei1ing his
mother in his arms, the boy had shield
ed and saved her when Leale's vengeful
men rushed upon the nearest Indians,
when unquestionably, yet unavoidahy,
some squawsreceivedt their death wounds
in the furious fight that followed Far
rar's assassination. Recognized and res-
cued by his former friends, Grow Knife
went back to Frayne when the brief but
bloody campaign was ended and then
was sent to the Indian school at Car.
Isle. Returning in the course Of three
years, he had been enlisted in what was
left Of the Indian troop Of the Twelfth,
and was one Of the few Of his tribe who
really made success Of soldering. By
the autumla Of this eventful year Grow
Knife's comrades were rapidly being
discharged and returning to their blan-
kets and lodge life at the reservation or
hanging about the squalid cattle town
across the river. Grow Knife, sticking
to his cavalry duty and showing un.
looked for devotion to his officers, was
regarded by the Twelfth as an excep.
tional case and was made much Of ao.
cordingly.
"What dye think Of that fellow,
Crown" asked Corporal Rorke one day as
he watched the expression in the 1ndi-
ans face Eye don't like him any
more than do. What's the reason?"
"There is saying among my PEG.
ple," was the answer in the slow, meas.
ured tones Of one who thought in an.
other tongue, "'Eyes that cannot meet
eyes guide hands that strike foul. He.
ths.-stabs- in the. dark y the name we
give such as that man. "
"D'ye know him, Crow Did ye
never see him?" persisted Terry. Ever
since the day he came the captain has
had his eye on him, and 80 have ye,
and so have I. can't ask the captain,
but can ye. Where have ye seen him
before?'
But Grow Knife shock his head. II
cannot remember his face 1t Is his
back seem to know. Ny people SAY
that way they see their enemies. v
And 10 Rorke could find no satifac.
tory solution Of the ever vexing ques.
tioh. Twice or thrice he accosted Graice
and strove to draw him into talk, but
the newcomer seemed to shut up like an
oyster in the presence Of the Irish cor.
poral, a great contrast to the joviality
be displayed when soliciting comrades
to take hand at cards The recruits
haa hardly any money left. Graice had
won what little there was on the way
to Frayne, and now he had wormed his
way into the gambling set that Is apt to
be found in every fort-all oomeIs who
have money being welcome-and TOR
few weeks fortune seemed to smile upon
the neophyte He knew, he protested,
very little Of any game, but played for
fellowship and fun. Then he kept sober
when others drank, and so won, and
then came accusations Of foul play and
a row, and the barracks game was broken
up, only to be resumed at night III the
resort across the Platte, and there whis.
ky was plenty, and SO were the players,
and there Graioe began to lapse into in
temperate ways, und by the time the
long. long nights Of December came his
reputation as q tough was established
throughout the garrison. All but three
or four Of the most dissolute members
Of the command had cut loose from him
entirely, a matter he regretted only be-
cause pay day was at hand-the soldiers
would then have money in plenty for
few short, feverish hours. The squatters
and settlers had none until the soldiers
were strapped" and SO Graice and
three or four Ishmaelites like unto him.
self were left to the concentration of
brutality to be found IN one another's
society.