The record-union., 1897-08-13
LIEUT.. MURIE'S WOUND.
FOUGHT THE INDIANS UNTIL
HE WAS CRAZED.
A Gallant Soldier Ending His
Days in an Insane
Asylum.

! ernment scouts, mostly Pawnee Indians
We're kept busy guarding the laborer:
against the hostile hair lifters of tht
| Western wildS. It was here that w
| F. Cody won the title of Buffalo Bill
for upon his unerring rife the worker:
depended for theif daily meat.
| Omaha was the headquarters of the
western department of the United
States army, and among the young ant
! prominent officers there stationed was
| Lieutenant Murie
Read to me, Jim,'' said Mrs. Murie
one evening, as the young officer lighted
his afterdinner cigar
Il can't read long, my love-" said the
gallant scout. II have just learned thai
there is trouble out West and 1 must be
| off to the front. That beardless tele-
grapher, Dick, has been here with ar
order from Major North, and they will
run us out special at 11:30 Tonight"
"Oh, JIM" she broke in, why don't
| they try to civilize those poor hunt ed
Indians? Are they so bad? Are there
no good ones among them? %
'Yes," said the soldier, with a half
smile. ''They are all good except those
that escape in battle"
But, tell me, love, how long will this
INDIAN war last?''
GAS long as the Sioux hold out" said
the soldier.
AT IL o'clock that night the young
Lieutenant said good-by to his girl wife
and went away.
The scouts were stationed near Jules
burg which was ON the terminus of the
Union Pacific track. The special engine
and car that carried Lieutenant Murie
from Omaha arrived at noon, the day
after its departure from the banks of
the Missouri.
Murie had been married less than six
months. For many moons the love let
ters that came to camp from his sweet
hearts hand had been the sunshine of
his life.
An hour after the arrival of the spe-
cial a scout came into camp to say
that a large band of hostile Sioux had
come down from the foothills, and were
at that moment standing, as if waiting
even inviting an attack, and not a
thousand yards away. If we except
the officers, the scouts were nearly all
Pawnee Indians, who, at sight of a
Sioux, were as restless as Gagged tigers.
They had made a treaty with this hos
tile tribe once, but the treaty had been
broken and many Pawnees murdered
by the Sioux This crime was never
forgotten, and when the Government
asked the Pawnees to join the scouts
they did so cheerfully
The scouts did not keep the warriors
waiting long. In less than an hour
Lieutenant Murie was riding in the di-
rection of the Sioux, with N. c. Creede,
now famous as the founder of Creede
Camp, second in command, followed by
200 Pawnees, who were spelling for
trouble. The Sioux, as usual, outnum-
bered the Government forces, but, as
usual, the dash of the daring scouts
was too much for the hostiles, and they
were forced from the field.
Early in the exercises, Murie and
Creede were surrounded by a party of
Sioux, and completely cut off from the
rest of the command. From these EN-
barrassing environments they escaped
almost miraculously. All through the
fight, which lasted twenty minutes or
more, Creede noticed that Murie acted
very strangely. He would yell and rave
like Misunderstanding here and there
in the face of the greatest danger At
times he would battle single-ha
with a half dozen of the fiercest of the
foe, and his very frenzy seemed to fill
them with tear.
When the fight was over. Lieutenant
Murie called Creede to him and said he
had been shot in the leg. Hastily dis
mounting, the anxious scout pulled off
the others boot, but could see no wound
nor sign of blood. Others came up and
told the Lieutenant that his leg was as
good as new, but he insisted that ne
was wounded, and silently and sullenly
pulled his boot on. Then he remount-
ed. and the little band of invincibles
started for camp. The Pawnees began
to sing their wild songs of victory as
they went along, but they had proceed
ed only a short distance when Murie
began to complain again, and again his
boot was removed to show him that he
was not hurt. Some of the party chaff-
ed him for getting ratified over a brush
like that, and again in silence he pulled
on his boot and they continued on to
camp.
Dismounting, Murie limped to the
surgeons tent, and some of his COM
paniOnS followed MIN, lnlnkulS 10 nave
a good laugh when the doctor should
say it was all imagination, and that
there was no wound at ALL When the
surgeon had examined the limb, he
looked up at the face of the soldier,
which was a picture of pain, and the
bystanders could not account for the
look of tender sympathy in the doctors
eyes.
Can it be, thought Creede, that he is
really hurt, and that I have failed to
find the wound? Forgive me, jim"
he said, holding out his hand to The
sufferer, but the surgeon waved him
away.
why, why you couldn't help it.
Nick said Murie t'You couldn't kill
all of them, but we made it warm for
them until was shot. You won't let
her know, will you?" he pleaded, turn
ing his eyes toward the medical man.
ct would break her heart. Poor dear.
how she cried and clung to me last
night and begged me to stay with her
and let the country die for itself
awhile. Most wish I had now. Is it