The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1897-05-20
THE FIELD OF ADVENTURE.
THRILLING INCIDENTS AND OAR
ING DEEDS ON LAND AND SEA.
Chased by a Band Of Sioux Indians
Keepers Nerve When q Lioness
Got Loose.

Got Loose.
THE real "Deadwood Dick, P"
otherwise Dick Clark, laugh.
ingly repudiates most of the
deeds and adventures attri-
buted to him by the dollar a-mile dime
novelists, but is willing to admit that
he has been in some pretty tight places,
and is duly thankful that he lives to
tell the tale. Clark is in the employ
ment of the F., E. aId NJ. V. Railway
Company, at Whitewood, and now
goes about daily routine, utterly de.
void OF romantic features, but if prop.
erly approached he liz not averse to
'splnning q yarn about the days
when he was an adventurous boy,
scouting for Uncle Sam. He gives the
story of his most thrilling experience
as follows:
"The tightest pinch I wss ever in
was in the spring of '73, on ride
from Fort Pembina to Fort Stephen.
son, away up North. Jimmy from
Cork o we'll known scout of those
days, had the ride to make, and in
vited me to go along, with the assur-
ance, however, that it would be at the
risk of my scalp.
"It was lovely weather when we
started, and we had q pleasant, un-
eventful trip to within couple of
days ride of the Missouri. Jimmy
was jolly company, always telling
stories and cracking jokes, like the
happy. .go-lucky Irishman he was. He
was not only good company, but he
was good man to have with you in a
scrimmage, for, although he was lit.
tie chap, he was strong and wiry and
was totally devoid OF fear.
zone evening, couple Of days be.
fore We expected to reach the river,
we had stopped to camp, and had the
horses picketed out and the fire going
for supper, when Jimmy suddenly laid
his ear to the ground, then looked up
and remarked quietly: 1njuns, Dick
Get th' horse, an be quick, too, II
we've got t. roide Fl utp
"We didn't have much of start,
for by the time we got into the saddle
they were within rifle shot Of us. As
soon as he was mounted Jimmy, who
was splendid marksmsn, drew bead
on the foremost red and got him
and for q moonlight shot from the
back of nervous horse l thought it
was pretty good. Then We flew, with
the bullets pelting all around Us.
''Our objective point was place
known to Jimmy as the Dogs Den,
about sixty miles from where the reds
flushed us; and the question was
uppermost all the time, Can we make
it? Well, to make long story short,
We did make it, running right through
another bunch of Sioux to get there,
Just as we began to think ourselves
safe. Jimmy shot one reds pony, and
was hit on the leg himself; but it
wasn't much more than scratch. His
horse was grazed on the flank by the
same bullet.
eve were mighty glad to get into
the Dogs Den,' which was an ex-
cellent place for defence. 1t was
little rock strewn terrace, backed up
by a perpendicular cliff. The rocks
in front made o natural barricade.
There was little grass and spring
of water and, properly provisioned,a a
half dozen or SO Of men might have
withstood an army there. As soon as
we got inside the barricade We dis
mounted and looked back. The reds,
half hundred or more, were swarm
ing right after us.
Gall day We stood of the crowd
without much trouble, but when the
shadows began to lengthen We got un.
easy, for We knew we couldn't hold
out against so many in the dark. We
had done 1t for the hour or 30 before
daylight, but we couldn't do it all
night. So, just as the dusk began to
gather, Jimmy told me to 90 and get
the horses. I saddled them in good
shape and joined Jimmy, and presently
he gave the word, and the way we few
down that hill was worth the price OF
admission. I didn't see anything dis.
tlnctly, but knew that we were going
through lot of Indians punched to-
gether; that they were shooting at uss
and We at them, and the next thing
Jimmy and I were side by side skim
ming over the level prairie toward the
source of the Jim River.
"For about an hour We rode, with
the red rsscals none too far behind,
and taking an occasional shot at us,
until we came suddenly to q little
stream that flowed toward the Big
Cheyenne. It wasn't very wide, but
the banks were high and almost per.
pendicular, so we did not try to cross
the stream, but turned and followed
it. From the yeils that followed this
movement we knew that the reds had
seen us, and thought they had us
trapped. Then suddenly half dozen
little fires sprang up in our rear and
in almost less time than it ts,kes in the
telling these merged into one great
wall of fame that bounded across the