The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1898-07-24

lures burned almost to blackness he was
every inch a soldier and a man. To the
other officers at the post the Indians paid no
sort of attention. To them General Stan
ley and his staff were so many well-dressed
lay figures, standing about as part of n
picture done for their amusement but the
huge, massive man with the stubble on
his chin had shown them that he was their
superior on hunting grounds that were
theirs by birthright. and they hung upon
his lightest word.
For the tenth time Geronimos band had
jumped the San Carlos reservation. The
spring grass was two inches high and the
Indian lust for blood was awake AS usual.
troops were started upon a perilous chase.
For days they followed the trail over a
country that God Almighty made in wrath.
Farther and farther into the vast solstudes
they toiled. Volcanic crests reared about
them. Lava tore the leather from their feet.
They drank from springs that gushed thou
sands of feet above the valleys. They wan-
dered in canyons so deep and dark that
through the narrow ribbon OF white Far
above them the stars were seen at midday.
They lived upon animals no wilder than the
men they were pursuing and scarcely more
wild than they. Now and then. from for
est of pines far above them. shred of blue
smoke drifted on the furnace air, followed
by the shrill of the bullets wild singing.
The horses long since had been left behind.
The cavalrymen were on foot, with Lawton
at their head, his teeth hard set We'll
walk them down" he told his sergeant when
the mountains were reached. He was walk
ing them down.
Six weeks afterward an Indian, whose
skin, came 70 the camp and said that Gero-
nimO was ready to surrender. Lawton went
alone TO the lair of the starving wolves and
received their submission. Cavernous eyes
glared at him. Lips black from thirst and
hunger were drawn back over discolored
teeth. Skeleton fingers pointed at him.
From skeleton jaws came sounds of plead
ings mixed with wrath. The poison of bitter
racial hatred was in every glance. Even
the rocks smelled like mad Indian he told
me with laugh long afterward- He lounged
among them. their master by virtue OF SUI
perior courage and strength and hardlhood,
and they followed him like sheep to food
and imprisonment. That Is the story in OUT
lire of the capture Of Geronimo. physician.
wizard conjurer, orator and murderer
The man of FL Caney is the man or the
Mogallons. and the man Of the Mogallons IS
the rsincarnation Of some shining. helmeted
giant warrior who fell upon the sands q
Palestine In the first crusade. with the red
blood yelling over his corselet and his two
handed battle sword shivered to the hilt.
The race type persists unchanged In eye, In
the centuries the Valkyrs have waited from
the war decks have hailed from the holm
gangs or helmet-strewn moorlands - the
white-skinned race, which, drunk with the
liquor of battle, reeled around the dragon
standard at Senlac. which fought with Rich
ard Granville. which broke the Old Guard at
Waterloo. which rode up the slope at Balak-
lava, which went down with the Cumher-
land IN Hampton Roads, which charged
with Pickett at Gettysburg-the race OF the
trader the financter, the statesman, the In
ventor. the c0lonixer, the creator, but. be-
fore all, the fighter.