The Mena weekly star., 1897-11-17
BRAVE LITTLE KYUSE.
Bought for Knife-How He Braveiy Saved the Man Who
 Saved Him.


 Whipsaw--a name gwen him by a gambler in Deadwood.
 A Sioux, who had hideous scar up- on his face had come to this trapper's camp one winters day with a Pawnee baby, naked and nearly frozen The Sioux wanted to sell the boy and the trapper gave him knife and kept the child. The young Pawnee was not more than three years old when the trapper took him from the savage, warmed him, fed him and put mocca- sins on his little brown feet
 Two years later Whipsaw went to keep the station called White floss for the pony express, taking the Pawnee with him. The little fellow grew to love hls white father and seemed to conceive bitter hatred for all Indi- ans One day some friendly hunters called at the station. The little red skin slipped out quietly, cut the ropes and let their horses go. At another time he attempted to shoot an Indian .
 who had stopped at the door. but could not raise the rifle Like all ln- dians. he was ever alert. The scratch of d prowling bear on the cabin door or the cry of lone wolf on faroff hill would bring him from sound sleep. He would hear the hoofs of the incoming horses beating the plains mile away and long before the white master could hear the faintest sound.
 "Kyuse. Kyuse," he would whisper in the dead of night. He was an alarm clock for the station, and at his warn ing the rider who was resting there would get up, throw saddle across the back of his broncho, and be ready to snatch the pouch from the man who was then galloping down the trail
 fine little Pawnee was never too cold or too sleepy to go out and welcome the weary rider and pat the nose of the spent steed, saying softly the while, .Kyuse. Kyuse.
 It was the boys great fopdness for horses that caused Whipsaw to call him ''Little Kvuse.
 When they had kept the station a year Little Kyuse was known, by rep utation at least to every rider on the entire route from St Joe to Sacra- mento. Once he had warned the men who were sleeping in the cabin and they had gone out just in time to save the horses that were about to be stolen by Indians. The story of the boys dolngs reached headquarters, and the president of the Pony Express Com pany sent a short, light rifle to the young watchman, and before he was six years old he had killed wolf that came to the station while he was alone.
 One night Whipsaw woke and found the boy sitting up in his blankets listening.
 "Kyuse?n asked Whipsaw.
 No Kyuse, said the boy, shaking his head and looking serious.
 sleep" said the man, but the Endi- an shook his head.
 Wake up here, Bob, said Whipsaw, 'suthins goin wrong
 What is it?7 asked the rider. rub bing his eyes.
 ,,lr al saw. but suthin's wrong This kids coclxiu' hls ear. an when tell him to lay down he shakes his head'
 Whipsaw lit match and looked at his watch.
 'Long time said the boy, shaking his head. Long time--no kyuse .
 Then they knew what the child meant. It was 1 o'clock. The pony express was an hour late, and the boy knew that it was so.
 For another hour the two men sat and waited for u sign from the boy. who listened for the sound of the horses feet Presently the Pawnee crawled out, put his ear to the ground, came back and shook his master.
 ''Kyuse?' asked Whipsaw.
 .'Heap K gase, was the boys reply, and they understood. It was not the lone rider, but band of Sioux bent upon mischief.
 Little KvuSe seized his rife. slipped cut. and the two men followed him