The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-01-23

trail figure which represented to them
the majesty and might of the wonder
full republic of the north, which a
freed them from the yoke of the Span
ish oppressors.
That figure was a slight, spare man.
attired in a rather faded uniform, and
with a lean, brown face, disfigured
with marks and scars. The members
of the committee had looked with re-
spectful curiosity at those marks n
scars, and they vaguely felt that they
betokened the veteran, but they did
not know that each mark meant the
imprint of years of service, and each
scar the insignia of d wound received
in honorable battle.
A GENERALS SUNDAY SCHOOL.
Several months ago, while in Ponce,
Puerto Rico, 1 saw General Henry,
Fighting Guy v" his men loved to
plaza of the city and address, through
an interpreter, a number of natives on
the subject of good government and on
the value of becoming honest, God
fearing citizens of the great republic. [
also saw him hold a Sunday school
service in the same plaza, and. as he
stood upon the steps of the kiosk in
the center, with a Bible in his crippled
hand, and told in simple words the
story of the Christ, 1 noticed a num-
Der of American soldiers, roughly uni
formed, and some of them in drink,
stop and listen with wondering inter-
est. As the crowd dispersed after the
affair was over, 1 heard one old
bearded sergeant, who also bore marks
of long service in the army, turn to a
comrade and, with a slap of his
brawny hand, eXclaim:
L fought under that man out in the
Black Hills in IA. He's 81 scrapper,
every inch of him, and he's the best
officer that ever drew a sabre, bar o
And he knows when a good word is
better than a good bullet, too. He
amt much to look at, but you can bet
every scar he's got has a story"
And the sergeant was right. The
stories of those scars are written, not
only in the records of the United
States. but also in the hearts of every
man, officer or private, that served
with Guy V. Henry il the Indian cam
paigns of the '7Gs. This is the story
of the crippled hand that held the
Bible that day in Ponce:
STORY OF A CRIPPLED HAND.
In the fall of 1874. when the Chey-
enne Indians were setting the frontier
ablaZe in the northern part of Dakota,
Colonel Henry, then in command Of
several troops of cavalry, came upon
a village of the enemy nestled among
the hills. There was a brief but de-
cisive fight, and the Indians fed to-
ward the Canadian boundary. Imme-
date pursuit was ordered, notwith-
standing the fact that the weather in
dications I'VE sign OF a D-izz1i0 vai-l
meant, in those wild, exposed regions,
certain peril to life.
Day and night, with scarcely a bait
for food. the pursuit was kept up. The
Indians were mounted on fleet -OnieS.
and they were not only acquainted
with the country, but also Injured to
the rigors of the latitude. At first they
did not anticipate being CHASED, but
when they discovered that the troops
we're actually in pursuit, they set out
with all possible speed toward the
boundary, almost a hundred miles dis
tat.
Forty-eight hours after the start. a
fierce sleet and hail storm sprang up,
the wind sweeping across the plains
with the fury Of a hurricane. 1t finally
became so violent that the trail was
lost. and the troops rode blindiy
through the blizzard. Presently one of
the subordinate officers ventured to
ask Is it would not be we'll to camp in
the Shelter of a rise of ground until the
inclement weather had abated.
Colonel Henry shook his head NO"
replied firmly, we Will keep on until
capture the Indians or run them to
the boundary line" Drawing down his
rough fur CAP. he urged his horse
steadily onward at the head of the
struggling troops. That day passed,
and mother morning dawned, but still
the pursuit continued in the face of the
biting, piercing gale which swept Down
from the north with undated fury.
Before noon of that day several of the
horses gave out, dropping before the
icy blast like stricken deer. At dark
q number of packs were abandoned to
provide mounts for those who had lost
their animals.
Finally a brief rest was called, and,
after many failures. a fire was started
md coffee made. When orders were
given to the march. the surgeon
accompanying the expedition went TO
Colonel Henry and reported that five
If the troopers were suffering with
badly frozen feet.
Help me of with this glove replied
he intrepid cavalry leader. extending