The age-herald., 1898-05-15

semblance to the Shermans, her fa- ther's family, one that has notably dis tinguished itself in the civil and mili- tary annals of the nation, for the un- cle of Mrs. Miles was that General Sherman whose march to the sea fur- njshed the inspiration for the war song Marching Through Georgia" Another uncle no less famous is ex-Secretary of War John Sherman of Ohio. Mrs. Miles father was Judge Sherman of Cleve- land. She is sister of Mrs. Don Cam eron, wife of the ex-Pennsylvania sena- tor Mrs. Miles was a great favorite of the soldier uncle, and one of the de- lights of her girlhood days was to hear the bluff old soldier retail thrilling stories of the war.
 It was in 1868 at reception given by the then Senator John Sherman that she met her soldier lover. General Miles was tall, handsome young fel- low. with all the honors of a splend- did war record. Miss Mary Sherman's patriotic heart vastly approved of the gallant young hero who so promptly and plainly approved of her.
 Their marriage was celebrated in handsome style at Cleveland. General Sherman taking conspicuous part in the ceremony.
 After the wedding the young officer. who had decided to devote his future to the fascinating life of a soldier instead of retiring to private life, was almost immediately ordered to a military post in the west. For years he was engaged on the frontier in keeping Uncle Sam's Indian charges in check. During this time Mrs. Miles accompanied her hus- band everywhere. There is scarcely an army post from Alaska to Arizona that she has not visited, and she has en- countered adventures enough to have turned an average WomanS hair gray with terror. On the frontier the rest less Indians were constantly on the verge of an uprising, the only thing that held them in check being the fear of Uncle Sans vengeance. When a party Of the government soldiers was compelled to go out upon scouting and other expeditions. leaving the fort poor ly garrisoned. there was always fear of an Indian attack. In case of surprise and the capture of the fort by the In- dians all the officers notified those who remained behind that rather than per- init their wives to fall into the hands of the Indians they were to kill them when the last hope of help seemed gone.
 
 tells many a stirring story.
 T could have borne all the hardships," she said to a friend, without even one thought of repining had 1t not been so far from civilization. It was the hor- rible loneliness and the unvarying rou- tine that made it hardest. I always turned to our bleak. bare quarters and found occupation for my mind and fin- gers in beautifying it's interior. After we got settled I made them look com fortable and homelike.
 T remember one cold, dreary winter we had been preparing to spend a very merry Christmas when word reached us that Indians were attacking the next post and that the garrison's ammuni- tion and strength had about given out.
 General Miles at once gave orders to our men to prepare to go to the relief of the station, and next morning our sol- munition had been left behind and enough soldiers to work the guns.
 ''Fhen began desolation in earnest. We knew it must be at least month before they returned When night came and we barricaded our doors, few of us clos ed our eyes in sleep. fearing that the treacherous Indians hearing of our un- protected condition, would take advan- tage of it to make an attack.
 ''Well, our defenders had been gone about three weeks when heavy storm set in. It was the greatest snowstorm ] had ever seen. For eight days 1t snow ed without ceasing. and with the rising of the sun each day every man, woman