The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1898-10-07
"BREEZY. MIR. PEGLER.
A Wild West Correspondent Who Has
Decided Views of His Own.

MINNEAPOLIS, Mimi, Oct. 6.-Arthur l..
Pegler, the staff correspondent of the Jour-
nal, wired at $50 o'clock this morning from
Walker Mimi: II got in very late from an
expedition on the Flora. We started out to
carry supplies and 'rations to the troops.
1t was very dark off the shore and we sig
nailed for an hour. Corporal NettlekoVen
used the code in use at Santiago NO an
swering signal of any sort was received,
although we lay off and on the whole
length of the headland. We had blankets
and rations for the bluecoats, who slept
last night in the open. heavy frost pre-
vailed. There was not so much as coffee
bean to divide among the whole command
this morning. At later date l am going
to tell the whole truth about this eXpedi-
ton I never knew of such gross m1sman-
agement or witnessed such criminal obsti-
macy as has been exhibited here. The men
of Bacon's command were taken out in con-
ditions that would disgrace a militia SER
geant were he responsible for them Every
life that has been lost here is useless sac
rifce. 1t broke my heart to see the poor
fellows dropping in yesterdays fight. Had
a proper force been sent here in the first
place not a shot would have been fired. L
believe on our run last night we Gid all
that human beings could have done TO ma
the missing. There was something horribly
ominous in the dead silence that came from
that stretch of the brush where the lighting
occurred. Corporal 4+ettlekoven, the sharp
shooter, is worth his weight in gold he
dropped a couple of bucks over on the
Point yesterday evening with MS hrag-
Jorgensen at two thousand yards. Both the
Indians were distinctly seen to stagger and
collapse after he had shot at them Our
fighting preacher is worthy OF distinguished
mention. After the pilot was shot and had
gone aboard the Flora after the marshal S
instructions, Rev. Mr.. Chandler took the
tiller, and, with a storm OF winchester
balls whisting around his head, brought the
boat away into port. / do not know what
sort of pulpit orator Mr.. Chandler may be-
but he is dead game fighting man with no
frills. 1 have kissed my hand to more
whistling rifle balls in the last forty-eight
hours than ever l care to meet again.
DIR. CAMPS INDIAN KILLERS.
When Mr.. Pegler sent his first dispatch
this morning he said it was reported Gen
eral Bacon and all his men had been killed.
An hour later Mr.. Pegler wired: THE third
expedition TO the point has just started.
There are fifteen rifiemen on board, picked
men. The boat carries coffee and provi-
sions. The detail is under the direction of
DIR. Camp, of Brainerd, an old Indian
fighter and a man who never knew the name
of fear. The troops have had nothing to
eat since yesterday at noon. They have not
even had drink of whisky to sustain VII
tally. The night was fearfully cold. Men
without blankets must have suffered fear
fully. The situation is desperate to de-
gree Every man in this town slept all
night with a Winchester across his arm.
The gang that came Up from Brainerd un-
der Ds. Camp are about as determined men