The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-03-13

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| and it was only when one studied his
face that the traces Of intemperance,
added to the sullen brows and shifting,
restless eyes, banished the claim to good
| looks that were at first accorded him.
| From the first, however, the old SER
geants and such veterans among the
corporals as Terry Rorke looked askance
| at Trooper Graice. Another guard
house lawyer" said the first sergeant
| of Leale's troop, as he disgustedly re-
ceived the adjutant's notification of
| Graice's assignment. Another wan
| of thin jailbirds like Mr.. American
Blood, the newspaper pet" said Rorke,
| in high disdain. "We'll have circus
with him, too, as they had in the Eiev-
enth, or I'm Jew. Where have seen
that sweet mug of his before?" he
added refiectively, as he watched the
newcomer surlily scrubbing at his kit,
and the newcomer, glancing sideways
at the Irish corporal, seemed to read his
| thoughts, although too far away to hear
his muttered words. 1t was plain to
every man in G troop that there was
apt to be no love lost between Terence
Rorke and Tommy the Tough"
And there was another still who wore
| the simple dress of private soldier,
whose eyes, black, piercing and full Of
expression, were constantly following
that new recruit, and that was the Sioux
Indian, Crow Knife, youth barely 10
years Of age. He had been boy scout
before the days Of the ghost dance craze.
A valued and trusted ally of tho white
soldiers, he had borne dispatches up to
the very moment when Kill Eagles
mad Drained ultimatum 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 viii
lage, 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 snowclouds. Selling 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 unavoidably,
some squawsreceivedt their death wounds
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 madf ! success of soldering. BY
the a.sunI # this eventful year Grow
knit + cc..Irades were rapidly being
discharge nd 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 I'M
looked for devotion TO his officers, was
! regarded by the Twelfth as an excep-
tional case and was made much of ac-
cordingly.
"What dye think of that fellow,
Crow" asked Corporal Rorke one day as
he watched the expression in the Indi-
| ans face. ''Ye don't like him any
moro than / do. What's the reason?"
There is a saying among my peo-
| pie, was the answer in the slow, meas
ured tones Of one who thought in an
| other tongue, Eyes that canuot meet
| eyes guide hands that strike foul He
| ths.-stabs- ill., the-d is the name we
| give such az that man.. "
Dye know him, Grow? Did We
never see him?" persisted Terry. Ever
since the day he came the captain has
| had his eye on him, and so have We,
and 80 have l. can't ask the captain,
but can ye. Where have we seen him
! before?'
But Crow Knife shook his head. az
cannot remember his face. It is his
back l seem to know. My people say
that way they see their enemies.''
And so Rorke could find no satisfac-
tory solution Of the ever vexing ques.
ton. 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, great contrast to the joviality
he displayed when soliciting comrades
to take hand at cards. The recruits
had 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 corners who
have money being welcome-and for O
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
arrow, and the barracks game was broken
up, only to be resumed at night in the
resort across the Platte, and there whis-
KY was plenty. and so were the players,
and there Graice began to lapse into in
temperate ways, and by tho time the
long, long nights of December came his
reputation as tough" was established