The record-union., 1898-10-08

you've got them whipped. Give it to
them, give it to them," the Colonel was
yelling at the top of his voice. Every
time his voice was he's rd a volley rang
out, and every time it was further
away from u.s. Afterwards we learned
that we had the Colonel to thank for
our lives. Some Indians had attempt
ed to turn our right flank and attack
the civilians on the beach. The Colonel
saw us, and realized our danger and
his gallant attack had undoubtedly
saved our lives. AS it was bullets flew
about our heads and the sands and
stones about us were peppered for sew
eral yards
When we realized the position in
which the Colonel was in we called to
him to get under cover, but lle paid no
attention to u.s. He stayed with the
men until he had accomplished his pur-
pose and when we had about made up
our minds thai he was dad, we We're
startled by a/mOVe in the weeds above
us.
I've been wounded boys; I've been
/ wounded" was the remark we heard
as the weeds parted and the gallant
Colonel. fell to the ground before US
hurt, but saw two holes were in his
coat sleeve
That's not it." he said cts nv
stomach; look at that" and we did so
We tore open his clothes and found onlv
small wound, but the blood was
trlckling down. The old man was not
frightened by any means IF YOU
ever get out of here alive, boys, you
VIII De IN luck" he remarked a few
minutes after as he lay on the beach
WAS a TERRIBLE NIGHT.
81. PAUL, Oct. THE story of the
frst lighting has been given by K. c.
Beaton of the Minneapolis Tribune. -
what followed that night and the next
day IS told in the following delayed spe-
cial from w. H. Brill, Pioneer Press
reporter:
Ihe night was a terrible one. and
VIII never be forgotten by the four score
| CT men who tried to sleep in the little
indian leg cabin that was the center of
" ednesday's fight. In one corner of
the room lay the half dozen wounded
whose groans, bravely half -smothered,
added not a little to the horrors of the
situation. The force of fighting men,
divided into two squads, spent the night
throwing up intrenchments and digging
rifle pits. All through the night there
We're occasional shots from the woods,
answered by the sharp ping of the
g-Jorgensens from the trenches and
pits outside the house. At o'clock all
the men were ordered to the trenches
to resist an attack which it was ex-
pected would be made at daybreak or
before
There was nothing to eat in the
camp, and the men went out into the
cold without even their morning cof-
fee But, contrary to expectations,
there was no attack. Every few min
utes a few shots from the trenches
would call Lieutenant Ross out of
doors, but there was little trouble until
about 8 o'clock. when Private Schwa-
letestacker started out to the rifle pits.
While pushing through the potato patch
al the side Of the house a shot from
the woods plowed up the dirt beside
him He ran back to the house, but
there was no more shooting. He went
out again in a few minutes. While
passing through the potato patch he
paused to gather a few potatoes to
crafty his hunger. AS he stopped there
was a roar of Springfield from the
woods. the man gave a cry and fell to
the ground. The bullet had entered his
back lust above the left hip joint and
passed through his body and out at
the right shoulder. Death was lnstan-
taneous. Private Hart, standing by a
chink in the long wall Of the house, saw
the smoke from the shot. He took a
careful aim and fired. The Indian threw
up both hands. and fell dead.