The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-01-22
HOW HENRY WON HIS SCARS.
THE CAVALRYMAN WHO Is COM
HANDING IN PORTO RICO.

Major. General Henry Has Only one
Eye. Bat aIadre de Dfos," Says the
Porto Rican, 1T is Like a Mauser
Bullet When Il strikes YOu"-One
Hand Is Crippled and Battered
and There Is Al Gun Shot wound
Through Both Checks, the Work
of Sioux and CheyDnes.
Washington Jan. 20. He is
small man, poof! small like my
SON. exclaimed one of the committee
of Porto Ricans selected to pay its re-
spects to the new commanding officer OF
The island, after the ceremony; but his
one eye, REadre de dos! it is like Maus-
err bullet when it strikes you"
The speaker had just left the palace at
san Juan. Porto Rico. with his compa-
riots where Maj. Gen. Guy V. Henry,
the new military and civil governor of the
island had welcomed the committee with
a mixture of oid-time courtesy and mill
tary brusqueness. The members of the
committee still held in recollection the
scene in the gorgeous reception chamber
the STAFF of American officers uniformed
ike veterans fresh from the field, the
glass windows, the martial trappngs of
the attendant guard, and that central fig
ure which represented to them the ma
jesty and might of The wonderful republic
10 the north which had freed them from
the yoke of the Spanish oppressors.
That figure was a slight, spare man.
attired in a rather faded uniform, and
with can, brown face disfigured with
marks and scars. The members of the
committee had looked with respectful Gu
riosity at those marks and scars, and they
vaguely felt that they betokened the vet
Gran, but they did not know that each
mark meant the imprint of years of ser
vice and each scar the insignia of a
wound received IN honorable battle.
4 Major Generals Sunday school.
Several months ago. while in Ponce.
Porto Rico | saw Gen. Henry, Fighting
Guy w." his men loved to call him. stand
up in the quaint old plaza of the city
and address, through an interpreter, a num-
Der of natives on the subject of good gov
eminent and on the value of becoming
honest God-fearing citizens of the great
republic. 1 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 Bible in his crippled hand,
and told in simple words the story of the
Christ, l noticed a number of American
soldiers, roughly uniformed, and some of
them in drink, stop and listen with won
dering interest. As the crowd dispersed
after the affair was over, / heard one old
bearded sergeant. who also bore marks
of long service in the army, turn to
comrade, and with a slap of his brawny
hand, exclaim:
Il fought under that man out in the
Black Hills in "a. He's scrapper, every
inch OF him, and he's the best officer that
ever drew a saber, bar none 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
in the Indian campaigns of the '7O's. This
IS the story of the crippled hand that
held the Bible that day i'm Ponce:
Story of Crippled Hand.
In the fall of 1874. when the Cheyenne
Indians We're setting the frontier ablaze
in the northern part of Dakota Col. Hen
ry, then in command of several troops of
cavalry came upon a village of the en-
envy nestled among the hills. There was
brief but decisive fight, and the Indians
fled toward the Canadian boundary. I'M
mediate pursuit was ordered, notwith and
ing the fact that the weather indications
gave signs of blizzard, which meant. in
those wild, exposed regions, certain peril
TO life.
Day and night, with scarcely a halt for
food the pursuit was kept up. The Indians
We're mounted on fleet ponies, and they
were not only acquainted with the couu=
try, but also Injured to the rigors of the
latitude. AT first they did not anticipate
being chased but when they discovered
that the troops were actually in pursuit.
they set out with all possible speed toward
the boundary, almost one hundred miles
distant
Forty-eight hours after the start fierce
sleet and hail storm sprang up, the wind
sweeping across the plains with the fury
of a hurricane. Il finally became so Vio-
lent that the trail was lost and the troops
rode blindly through the blizzard. Pres
entity one of the subordinate officers ven
tured to ask if il would not be well to camp
in the shelter of a rise of ground until the
inclemeut weather had abated.
Col. Henry shook his head. NO" he
replied firmly, I'VE will keep on until we
capture the Indians or run them to the
boundary line" Drawing down his rough
fur cap, he urged his horse steadily on
ward at the head of the struggling troops
That day passed, and another 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 a number of packs were abandoned
20 provide mounts for those who had lost
their animals.
Finally a brief rest was called, and
| after many failures, a fire was started
! and coffee made. When orders were Civ
en- TO resume the march, the surgeon ac-
companying the expedition went to Col
Henry and reported that five of the troop
ers were suffering with badly frozen feet.
Help me off with this glove" replied
! the intrepid cavalry leader, extending his
/ left hand. The surgeon. wonderngly
obeyed. and, as he touched the flesh under
the gauntlet, he cried: 1T is stiff. Your
] hand is frozen, SIR
On,xorl NTH ErOyeu Hand