Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-11-24

WARRIOR King

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won't he tell VINO they arc '
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widout askin', which is thrne, sor,
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Red Cloud HIMSELF
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1hagsapdtaildlhar Observation-Disclosures
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TRa 1Kanesk&msthAs's ould Folsom-no,
sizahaua pse6Au'o Rslaptkisygousl&nui
ttMthe eAkAonHbotStaf officer, impa-
t~ientigglIben the quicker we skip the bet,
Observation-Disclosures ya,Ncauenenu
tSAEaak6nfehethe soss1 1ykavealre1arstF
sqdaNw The last 1fardtack in me saddles
bags and tould her was it Machpealota,
and she said it was, and he was wild
Box Karesha-that's ould Folsom-not
six hour ago, an Folsom's gone back
to the cantonment."
'Then the quicker we skip the bet
ter" were the aid.de-camp's words.
"Get us to Reno fast as you can, Dean.
Strike for the road again as soon as
we're we'll beyond their buffalo. Now
for it! There's something behind all
this bogus hunt business, and Folsom
knows what it is"
And every mile of the way, until
thick darkness settled down over the
prairie, there was something behind
the trooper cavalcade-several some.
things-wary red men, young and
wiry, who never let themselves be
seen, yet followed on over" wave after
wave of prairie to look to it that no
man went back from that column to
carry the news of their presence to the
little battalion left in charge of the
new post at Warrior Gap.
1t was the dark of the moon, or, as
the Indians say, "the nights the moon
is sleeping in his LODGE" and by ten
p. m. the skies were overcast. Only
here and there a twinkling star was
visible, and only where some trooper
struck a light for his pipe could a
hand be seen in front of the face. The
ambulance mules that had kept their
steady jog during the late afternoon
and the long cleaning that followed
still seemed able to maintain the gait,
and even the big, numbering wagon at
the rear came briskly on under the tug
of its triple span, but in the intense
darkness the guides at the head of the
column kept losing the road, and the
humping of the wagons would reveal
the fact, and a halt would be ordered,
men would dismount and go bending
and crouching and feeling their way
over the almost barren surface, hunt
ing among the sage brush for the dou-
BILE furrow of the trail. Matches in
Vulnerable were consumed, and min
utes of valuable time, and the quarter
master >waxed fretful and inpatient,
and swore that his mules could find
their way where the troopers couldn't,
and finally, after the trail had been lost
and found half a dozen times, old
Brooks was badgered into telling
Dean to let the ambulance take the
lead. The driver shirked at once.
"There's no tellin' where We'll fetch
up," said he. "Those mules can't see
the trail if a man can't. Take their
harness off and turn 'em loose, an |
suppose they can find their way to
the post, but sure as you turn them
loose when they've got somethin' on
'em, or behind 'em, and the doggone
cussedness of the creatures will
prompt them to smash things"
But the quartermaster said he'd
tried it with those very mules, between
Emory and Medicine Bow a dozen
times, and he'd risk it. The driver
could get off his seat if he wanted to,
and run alongside, but he'd stay where
he was.
LET me out, please" said the EN-
gineer, and jumped to the ground,
and then the cavalcade pushed on
again. The driver, as ordered by an
employer whom he dare not disobey,
let the reins drop on the mules backs,
the troopers falling behind, the
yellow ambulance and the big baggage
wagon bringing up the rear.
Then, with a horseman on each side,
the mules were persuaded to push on
again, and then when fairly started
Burleigh called to the troopers to fall
back, so that the mules should not, as
he expressed it, "be Influenced. ""Leave
them to themselves and they can get
along all right" said he. but mix
them up with the horses, and they
want them to take all the RESPONSE
bility."
And now the command was barely
crawling. Brooks, heavy, languid' with
splitting headache, lay in feverish tor
por in his ambulance, asking only to be
let alone. The engineer, a subaltern as
yet, felt that he had no right attempt
ing to advise men like Burleigh, who
proclaimed himself an old campaigner.
The aid-de-camp was getting both
sleepy and impatient, but he, too, was
much the quartermaster's junior IN
rank. As for Dean, he had no volition
whatever. escort the party" were his
orders. and that meant that he must
govern the movements of his horses and
men by the wishes of the senior staff Of
fetal. And so they logged along per-
haps 20 minutes more, and Their
there was a sudden splutter and plunge