The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-08-29
AN APACHE's ENGLISH TALK,

Sent Out to Make a Treaty With the
Chorus of a Hymn for Vocabulary.
From the Cincinnati Enquirer.
Just at present the men most talked
about in Cincinnati are the officers Of
the Sixth infantry who went down be-
fore the awful rain of Spanish bullets
at Santiago, and to many Of their
friends who were accustomed to meet
them at the Gibson house, which was
the headquarters Of the officers when
on this side Of the river, it seems hard
to realize that several Of the best ones
are dead. Lieut.. Ord's death has &C.
casioned particular regret. He was the
son Of Gen. Ord, Of the regular army,
and wished to adopt the profession of
arms, but was unable to get an ap-
pointment to West Point. He enlisted
In the ranks and won his commission
In that way. AS a cavalryman he had
a great many adventures, serving in
a number of Indian campaigns.
1t was when he was a sergeant and
was with Gen. Miles in the campaign
against Geronimo that he was detail
ed to carry dispatches from Miles to
of troops that had been stationed
miles away to head off the Indians
retreat. The assignment meant that
he must ride miles and miles across
the desert and run a chance of being
caught by Apaches, but he seemed de-
lighted when he was selected. Just as
shutdown came he mounted his horse
and started on his dangerous mission.
On, on, on he rode until midnight over
the seemingly endless, arid track. sud
denly he heard what he thought was
a human voice; then he thought it was
only the crunching Of the sand as his
horses hoofs sank into it. Then he
rode on little further, and still he
thought he could hear the voice. Stop
ping his horse, he dismounted and lis
tened.
off the blue flannel army shirt that he
wore he tore it into strips, with which
he wrapped the hoofs Of his horse in
order that the sand would not crunch
when the animal walked, and started
cautiously toward the sound, which
was barely audible and nearly a mile
away. Leading his horse, and with his
carbine ready for instant action, he
started ahead, and as he came nearer
he could understand that the owner
of the voice was singing. Working
nearer and nearer he was able to dis
tinguish the words, and fancy his sur
prise when his ear caught the words
Of "Oh, how love Jesus" Out In the
middle of the desert, miles and miles
from any white man, the words Of the
song f1oated to him clear and strong.
At first he thought that he had the
fever that comes to men when they
ride too far without rest over the sand
but there could be no mistaking the
song; it was no delus1on, it was real.
Ord at once suspected some Apache
ruse, and, hobbling his horse, started
to crawl toward the spot where the
song came from. Throwing himself flat
on his stomach he worked his way
along behind cactus and other bushes
until he was within a short distance Of
the spot. ALI the time the singing
kept up, but 1t was evident the singer
was not familiar with the song. All
that he sang were the few words of
the chorus, ooh, how love Jesus"
continually repeating them.
After crawling for more than an hour
Ord came to where he could see that
the singer was an Apache, sitting in
the middle of some cactus bushes. For
q long time Ord watch him, and all the
time the Indian kept repeating at the
top Of his voice, "Oh, how love Jesus"
Finally when he became satisfied that
the Indian was alone Ord covered him
with his carbine and rushed at him,
ordering him to surrender. The Apache
threw up both hands and made the
sign Of peace, continuing to sing, ooh,
how I love Jesus"
The lieutenant took the Indian back
to Gen. Miles camp where 1T was learn
ed through the Interpreter that he had
been sent out by one of the Apache
chiefs to say that the Indians We're
ready to treat for peace. He was the
only Indian in that party who could
speak a word Of English and all that
he could say was, ''Oh, how I love
Jesus" which he had learned from
,,,icciorQrv Hence ha WAS Gent ont To
meet the white men, and sitting him.
self in the desert growled forth the
few words he knew until Ord came
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