Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1898-09-28
OCFIE, THE CHICkASAW.


His mouth was Stralght ana nrm, anu
his small, gray eyes were set unusually
close together. His chin was clean
shaYen, and on either cheek he wore
thin and formal whisker. Perhaps
it was to this severe exterior that
Colonel Bailey owed his appointment
as deputy sheriff of Guthrie district;
but be this as it may, everybody knew
him to be capable and fearless, and
Sc when an elusive young Chickasaw
. bandit was seen in the vicinity of Lee
nigh it was the colonel who was chosen
to run him down.
Colonel Bailey selected me as one
of his associates. For the other he
picked out an unsociable fellow,
known in the community as sFrozen
Pete" I suspect that he had no
great confidence in our ability to catch
the thief. For when we reached Le-
high and found the outlaw under lock
and key, he seemed very we'll satisfied.
1t merely remained for lis to bring the
prisoner safely to Guthrie and lodge
him in the county Jail.
After short delay, we started
on our return journey, and SO it
happened that one breezy autumn
evening we four encamped in a
hollow of the Washita Hills, Okla
homa, with more than half our ride
behind rs.
Our prisoners name was Oche-a
Chickasaw word meaning "all right.
Never WAS name less appropriate. Ex-
cept in his youth, his vigor and the
marvellous quickness of his motions,
Oche was anything but call right"
Though he stood five feet ten in his
moccasins, his extraordinary leanness
left his weight scarcely hundred
pounds. He spoke little English and
was wholly without education, but his
high reputation for cunsing had been
thoroughly earned. A pair of frayed
buckskin trousers and diugy blanket
made up his simple costume. He
looked typical Indian outlaw, but
his face was. kind, and there were
men who said his gratitude for favor
was keen and lasting.
AS professional horse-thief Oche
had small claim upon the kindness of
honest men, and he must have ex-
pected the severest justice at official
hands. But at the outset the Indian
had reason to be surprised, for con-
.trarx. 70 .his appearance Colonel Bailey
was generous to fault and his kind
consideration for. prisoner was in
variable. Frozen Pete and I followed
his example. We had no wish to be
discourteous, and it seemed only nat
ural and right to offer Oche such little
attentions as were within our power
to bestow. I remember in particular
that last night when the Indian was
shivering beneath his scanty blanket
how the colonel drew off his heavy
weather-coat and spread it carefully
over him. Oche merely raised his
head and stared hard into the rugged
face of the sheriff.
The hollow in which we had halted
was natural basin, situated on the
west bank of branch Of the Washita
river. Eastward between us and the
stream very narrow wall of shaly
earth rose precipitously to the height
of full 80 feet. To the north and
west the low hills were almost perpen-
dicular. Thus on three sides the
basin was entirely shut in by cliffs.
On the fourth alone to the southwest
the view was open, and through ethe
gap we could see stretches of the il
limitable prairie.
The tall prairie grass grew abun-
dainty on the floor of our camping
ground, and here and there along the
hard, dry walls clung an occasional
patch of stubbly buffalo grass or
sickly cluster of yellow cacti. Ger
tainly it was not pretty spot, but the
tall banks were a rampant against the
chill breezes of the northwest, and
the basin had long since been favor
ite halting- ground for travellers.
On this night, however, the wind
had veered round until it swept unre-
sisted through the mouth of our three
walled flat. All night long it's vio-
lence steadily increased, and when
the colonel wakened us by loud shouts
of Grouse! Rouse!" it was blowing
gale.
1 started up and began to draw on
my heavy boots. The colonel was al
ready making coffee over glowing
heap of brush sticks. BY chance my
eyes wandered to the opposite side of
the basin, where we had picketed our
four broncos. They were gone.
In blank amazcment pointed to
the spot. The colonel followed the
direction of my gaze and understood.
Then by common impulse we ran to
where his overcoat lay. He snatched
it from the ground. Beneath were
blanket, piece of heavy rope aud
pair Of locked handouts. Oche had
gone, too.
Had the blow been less severe. the
colonel might have given expressive
vent to his feelings, but as itwas, he
merely dropped upon the blanket and
began to examine the discarded man
acles.
"There are times" he muttered,
weakly, "when man who calls him
self man insists upon being a mule.
This is one of the times, and I'm the
man."
Chow was it done?" I asked, kneel-
ing opposite him on Oche's blanket.
"Done," he replied; "there wasn't
anything to be done about it. All he
had to do was to get up and walk.
You know how slim he was? Well,
he's turned out to be one of those fell
lows whose hands aren't particle
broader than their wrists. What do
you suppose they care about things
like these?" he added, rattling the
handouts viciously. "While we were
sleeping here, like the gentle lambs
we are, he slipped his hands out, un-
tied the rope from his ankles and left,
taking the broncos' along as mementos