The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1897-01-07

mlsdemoanors, simply because ho had
killed the son of all Indian chief-the
son Of tho chief whose people killed tho
colonel Of tho Twelfth when he attack
ed tho fleeing village Oh the Mini Pusa
three long years before. It was the
white soldiers way Of taunting the red
man. 1t was proof Of his real feeling
toward the Indian.
Look ont for yourself, Big Road"
said these astute, frontier statesmen.
Chief Fenton and his soldiers have
only lurod you hero within range of
their walls that they NAV the more
readily swoop upon you some bitter
morning and put you and your war
riors, your women and children to the
sword. - In the intense cold Of the thrco
days that succeeded the blizzard, there
was no interchange Of visits, so to
speak, between the fort and the Indian
village, but the emissaries Of Ben
Thorpe had been busily at work. Big
Road and his warriors had been bidden
to attend the stately funeral Of their
kinsman and friend, Grow Knife, on the
morning after Christmas and had flock
cd to the scene and lifted up their
mournful chant whom the volleys fash
ed and the crowd Of attendant soldiers
bowed their heads in mingled homage
and sorrow. That was as it should be.
but what did 1t mean that his slayer
should then be accorded equal honora--
aye, that moro ers-oiiefs-were
present at Graice's grave than when the
son or Brule warrior was laid to restp
This they could not fathom, and this,
despite the strained relations that had
resulted In the death Of Laramie Pete.
the cowboy emissaries proved eager to
explain te4s e4s, oIEI '%isaS y sS end te explain
to attentive ears.
cold Fenton thought he'd done me
when he moved that bloody band I'D
hero to the fort" said the cowboy king
to his admiring audience over at the
saloon ACROSS the Platte. IF don Day
him off with compound interest within
tho month and make him wish he hadn't
monkeyed with my business, call me
coyote. Ho and the stuck up gang he
heads will wish to God they d left those
Indians where they were"
And five days after Christmas Colonel
Fenton hoard Of goings on within the
village that gavo him cause to summon
his adjutant and officer of the day, to
double his sentries OH every front and
to realiZo how much in these few years
he had learned to lean for counsel and
SUPPORT on Malcolm Lealei for now the
oIonel was forbidden, ils was veryb0dy
Else, to see him even for moment.
Not only had tho flash Of tho explosion
wrecked his eycsight, but there was
grave reason to fear that he had inhaled
fl>0 aDs -, l.
torment, yet bearing his burden without
n moan.
A troubled man was the veteran post
surgeon all that wocful week. Ellis
Farrar, delirious in burning fever, NAL
oolm Lealo PROSTATE on bed Of pain,
blind and breathing only in agonized
gasps. Mrs. Farrar looking so fragile
and weak that 1t seemed as though q
breath might blow away tho feeble
flicker Of her life, others of tho women
more Or less overcome and shocked by
tho events Of tho last few days, and now,
right in the midst Of it all, came indi.
cations Of trouble in the Indian village
up tho stream--powwowi speech
making and dancing by night, runners
fitting to and from the Big Horn, mes
sengcrs darting in from other tribe
and when Fenton sent for Big Road to
come into the Office and explain the
chief temporized, expressed himself as
suspicious Of somo plot to separate him
from his people and to hold him as
hostage at the fort.
If Colonel Fpnton desired to talk, let
Colonel Fenton como to the council
lodge at tho village, but leave his SOL
diors behind. Big Roads old men had
seen visions and had heard warnings,
his medicine ohiofs had boon signaled
by tho Great Spirit, his young men were
excited and alarmed, his women wcro
weeping and gathering their children
to their knees. II the white chief meant
peace and friendship, let him show it
by coming to his lodge with gifts in his
hands instead of guns. Ho (tho white
ohief) was rioh, and his horses and his
young men were fat and strong. Big
Road WAS poor and his people were
hungry and cold, his ponies dying. Fen
ton indeed would have gone with only
his adjutant and interpreter and sin.
gle orderly but for tho warning Of Il
Brule girl who had loft her people q
fow years before to follow q soldier Low.
er and had made her homo among the
whites. patient, sorrowing woman,
ever since his untimely death. The
Ainorys had provided for her In every
way, for the soldier was one Of the cap
tnin's troop, and she had grown deeply
attached to them, even though now 90
casionally visiting her kindred.
1t was at luncheon, talking to his
wife, that Amory told Of Colonel Fen.
tons purpose Of riding over to the vii.
lage that very afternoon, and tho story
was repeated in the kitchen, where II
reached the ears Of tho Indian girl. Ir
an instant she had darted out Of the
house and COMO to the colonel's, where
Hhe frightened Lucretia out Of her sever
senses with the first words she uttered
"Thay kill the oolonell BE no Ror