Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1898-07-23
4 DISCARDED ORDERl Y.
He Was Not a White Nan. Nor
Was He Savage.

solitude Of the Buttes since early
morning was over. The troop had
scattered after them with a great deal
of threatening and Intentionally wild
firing. Capt. Pillcgg's desire was
merely to impress "the fear Of God and
Washington" upon the deluded tribe
and drive them back like sheep to their
fold.
Sound the recall" said Pillogg to
his senior trumpeter, and at once threw
himself from his horse, lay at full
length on the grass, and produced his
flask and cigar case.
While the captain pulled his cigar
at ease and the trumpeter stood hold
ing the horses beside nim, the roar of
the first sergeant forming the troop
came to his ears, and in a few min
utes, with much snorting Of excited
horses and Cater of steel, the men
came galloping back in column of
AOuio, All LhCo COMPANY llOAl lily ,
and halted.
Call the roll" said Capt. Pillogg,
remountinet and the first sergeant
faced the men and ratified off the
names, while the officer eyed each
man critically as he answered here
There were some casualties. One
man was badly hurt by a shot in the
side; others were scratched, but one
alone was missing. The first sergeant
swung his horse about and saluted
Zone man missing sir" he reported
"The second trumpeter, Thomas Cox"
Anybody know anything about him?
Andbody see him drop?"
A trooper replied that Tommy
was riding hard-mouthed rip" and,
in the pursuit, appeared to have all
he could do to hold the horse in. The
trooper opined that Rip, being half
crazy at the best of times, had gone
mad with excitement and borne Tom
my Cox Into the next county"
The captain had just ordered the
sergeant to detail a corporal and men
to look up the missing, when, from
the direction of the Indians flight,
there came a mad batter Of hOofs and
a shout. Up charged the missing
bugler, a smooth faced lad, with sabre
rafting wildly against his side, his
bugle pounding his back, and his
bride hand, though touching the rein,
evidently powerles to control his foam
ing. wild eyed horse, Who dashed pell-
neil into the troop and came to a
standstill only when it had damned
itself between two bruised and cursing
troopers.
Tommy's right arm desperately en-
braced a wriggling bundle Of dirty
shirt and red-brown skin, and from
his bundle came a hideous succession
of bowls and snarllng lamentations.
What is that sir?" the captain ask
ed, and peered disgustedly at the bum
die.
please, SIR" said Tommy, a year in
the service, and glorying in his first
expedition, "a prisoner, sir
"Oh, HI" cried Pillogg, and the
troopers roared. LET the papoose go.
Are you dry nurse, sir?"
mo, SIR" said Tommy, very red
and anxious. But he's such little
devil, and he's hurt, and I'm afraid
I've killed his father, so II thought
I'd bring him along. O! All! or
The wriggling Indian child had
writhed about until it got Tommy
hand between it's teeth, and was now
biting like a rat. When the next man
in rank overcame his laughter suffi-
GENTLY to release the bugler, the cap
tain was smiling
You killed the father, Ell? How
did it happen you did not keep up
with the troop"
rip got bit the best of me and ran
wild We lost sight of the other fell
lows, sir. an over there the horse bolted
up a cooley There was an Indian
without a pony, an this kid on his
back. running ahead, an he turned an
fired on me. So l fired back with my
revolver, an (Tommy grinned with
modest pride) l dropped the SON
dropped him, sir, deader than stuffilg
This here kid howled; | guess the bull
let grazed him. An-an' | got Rip in
hand an dismounted an took the kid;
he fought like wildcat, an he bites
jung, can't he bite"
In this manner the Weasel was
brought to fort s. and introduced to
the mysteries of civilization. His
father and mother dead, none of his
tribe claimed him, and Tommy Cox,
the bugler, became despite the
mems frequent jeGts, father, tutor
and friend to him.
7-year-old redskin is troublesome
anomaly in he garrison. where the
women of laundresses' row looked on
him as they might upon the direct
spawn Of the devil, hailing their own
offspring :r5.n him WIZ the Weasel