The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-01-09

with brandished war club straight at Fol-
som, and despite the leap of his two cham
pions to save, relied the old trader with one
stunning blow. then gave the savage order to
burn the ranch.
By this time the sun was just peering into
the valley. The smoke and fame from the
corral were dying drifting away Eagerly
half dozen young braves rushed for faggots
and kindling with which to do his bidding
ana an a cry Of despair went up from within
the walls. Recklessiy now Lannion and his
comrade opened fire from the loopholes and
shot down two of the dancing furies without,
sending every other Indian to the nearest
speedily were frebrands .rThe besiegsrs
gained in force with envy moment. Poor old
Folsom. slowly regainipg bis, senses as he
whittier his captors had borne him, heard the
jeers and SHOUTS of triumph with which the
Indians within the corral were rapidly making
on the morning air a sound that stilled all
others, sound to which the Indians listen
the hands that sought to burn out the be-
seiged and paralyZe just long enough all in
spiration OF attack: Some of the Indians,
indeed dropped their arms, others sprang to
the ponies as though to take to flight. It
was the voice of Lizette,, chanting the death
song of the Sioux. be IS
was gathered for it's rush upon the ranch.
Jack. gallant fellow. lay bleeding at his
post Hope of every kind was well-nigh
dead. The silence without was only portent
Of the storm so soon to burst Pappoose.
grasping her brothers rife. crouched facing
the narrow entrance to the cellar. Jessie
ly conscious. was moaning by her husbands
side. while Lizette in silence was kneeling'
watching them with strange glitter in her
eyes. Suddenly she started and with hand
to ear. listened intently. Then she sprang to
an air port and crouched there. quivering.
Then again the ground began to tremble
under the distant thunder Of pony feet, louder
and louder every second. Again came the
rush Of the Indian braves. but with 1t no
exultant yell. only cries of warning. and as
this sound swept over and beyond their walls,
there followed another the distant deep
throated trooper cheer. the crack of carbne
the rising thunder of the cavalry gallop. and
lantly over the dull clamor.
Up! Up, everybody! Thank God. it's Dean
and the boys!
Long years after, in the camps and stock
AIDES and the growing towns of the far West
that almost marvellous rescue was the theme
men who took part in It. the number of
hardy fellows who personally guided the
trooEs or else stood shoulder to shoulder with
Ned Lannion at the last triumphant moment
increased rapidly with the growing moons
thet in time the only wonder was that any
thing left OF the Sioux. Official records
fawever. limited the number of officers and
men engaged to a select few. consisting en-.
tirely OF Lieut. Loring, United States engin-
GERS: Lieut.. Loomis til infantry: a few
men from scattered troops. 'pickups" at
Il ioyHe anu EHIoTy, Will Lieut. Marshall
Dean and fifty rank and file OF Company
&C"
Loring. it will be remembered. had taken q
small detachment from Emory and gone into
the hills in search of Burleigh. Loomis, fret
ting at the fort. was later electrified by
most grudgingly given order to march to
the Laramie and render such aid as might
be required by the engineer officer of the
department. Dean with only fifteen men all
told had dashed from Frayne straight for
the ranch. and marching all night, had
come in sight of the valley just as it was
lighted far to the eastward by the glare of