The Progress., 1898-09-24
AN APACHE'S ENGLISH TALK,
Sent Out to Make a Treaty, With the ChO-
rus of a Hymn for a Vocabulary.

sent Out 10 NAahe treaty, WIN ine mo-
rus of Hymn for a Vocabulary.
Just atpresent the men most talked
about in Cincinnati are the officers Of
the Sixth infantry who went down
before the awful rain Of Spanish bull
lets 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, it
seems hard to realize that several of
the best ones are dead. Lieutenant
Ord's death has occasioned particular
regret. He was the son of General
Ord of the regular army and wished
to adopt the profession of arms, but
was unable to get an appointment to
West Point. He enlisted in the ranks
and won his commission in that way.
AS a calvaryman he had great many
adventures, serving in a number of
Indian campaigns.
1t was when he was a sergeant and
was with General Miles in the cam
paign against Geronimo that he was
detailed to carrydespatches from Miles
to one OF the officers commanding a
body of troops that had been stationed
miles away to head off the Indians
retreat. The assignment meant Chat
he must ride miles and miles across
the desert and run chance of being
caughts by Apaches, but he seemed
delighted when he was selected. Just
IS 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. Suddenly he heard what
he thought wasSa human voice; then
he thought it was e'nly the cfnnching
Lot theAand rs his horses hoofs pank
into It,. Then he rode on LITTLE fur
ther,, and still he thought he could
hear the voice. Stopping his horse,
he dismounted.and. hstened.sasszs@s-r.ea
Sure enough it was a voice. Taking
off the blue flannel army shirt. that he
wore he tors-it into strips, with.which
he wrapped theshoofs 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 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 distinguish the words, and fancy
his surprise when his ear caught the
words of ooh, how I love Jesus. I"
Out in the middle Of the desert, miles
and miles from any white man, the
words Of the song foated 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
mist king the song; it was no lelusion;
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 fat on his stomach
he worked his way along behind cac-
tus and other bushes until he was
within short distance of the spot.
| All that he sang were the few words
of the chorus, ooh, how I 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 long time Ord watched 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 hinlw his carbine and
rushed at him, ordering him to sur
render. The Apache threw up both
hands and made the sign Of peace,
continuing to sing. "Oh, how I love
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The lieutenant took the Indian back
to General Miles camp, where it was
learned through the Interpreter that
he had been sent out by one of the
Apache chiefs to say that the Indians
were ready to treat for peace. He
was the only Indian in the party who
could speak a word Of English, and
all that he could say was ooh, how
love Jesus" which he had learned
from missionary. Hence he vas sent
out to meet the white men and sitting
himself in the desert growled forth
the few words he knew until Ord came
along.
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