Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-08-04

mount and charge, dismount skirmish line
commence firing, rally by company, to the
rear. galop-Oh. say, it was hot, and by
gum, We reiterated, we did. Twas a fine
moonlight night. and the moon was up
when the sun went down. We was dead
tired after a long march and no time for
chuck. and by o'clock We was nigh beat
Cur Gus for Injuns, they kept on fighting
after dark, for it was fine moonlight night,
see? There was bit OF hill with scrub
bushes on 1t back of the creek, and Daddy
he did 1t hne. too. retreated to that HILL
where We might hold the red devils off until
Phil could come up.
The lnjuns saw what Daddy was after, and
they got there before we did. Well we was
! nghting down on the creek side and Buck
Bill he went and got killed and worse'n
| that-he'd dropped off his horse. helm.
Wounded-he got scalped. Bill was all right
he was, an We liked him. we did. When
we t4m6ied to what he'd got. we got mad,
and Daddy was mad, too. We charged an
scattered the blackguards for a time, and
we got Bills body before they had time to
mutilate 1t, save the scalping. We liked
Bin we did, and Daddy liked him. He was
d me Duiid or man. The troop held the
position. Hot shooting 1t was and we dug
a grave and we buried Bill to save him
from mutilation. We blew taps over him
too, and all the time the Injuns were tear
ing around on their ponies, shooting in on us
IKE mad. Being so. We hadn't time to dig
the grave very deep. but We put Bill under
an according to the rules and regulations
was mad. FOR BIZ was a fine build of a man
and played good game at poker.
eel we had TO hurry up a bit, and
then We retreated IN good shape got over
the creek. cleared out the Injuns from the
hllI-iively. that was-and had time to think
what We was doing. We threw up a few
Mind you, all the night the Comanches were
circ!lng round the hill. and putting in a
good, steady fire. 1t looked almighty
rough Tor US. for there was no chance to
u-if
when 1t was near morning. Daddy spoke up
Boys says he, were trapped saws
ne There's no way to get help sent to us.
3d. says he, as them devils are all about
us. and were short of chuck and water and
ammunition he says-not Just like that
but them was his meanings-he SAYS, I'm
going to cut my way out. Is II rigbto, ba
says
Right 1t was. 1t was our only chance
Tor We were completely surrounded and
what he said about the ammunition was
correct We had Fred Colville with US, the
busler-you'Ve heard of him. He'd PLAYED
taps over Buck Bill when we buried him
mere was no use In laying low. We didn't
care how much row We made Fred up and
yves roaring call. full blast and to hell
with the rest. Boots and saddles, Yup,
never got my fingers twitching at a call as
did that time. Up we went into the sad
dies, -revOivers at the carry, carbines loose
IN the boots, and faced the reds | never
thought I'd live through It, but all I was
mad about was to empty them six cham
bers into the Comanches that were thick
about us. They saw what We We're I'D to
trust them They're cute. The begears
got together on the only road we could
take TO fnd the command, and waited
Give me a Comanche for square fight
Ihey formed up in the gray of the morn
Ing 10 meet u.s. and says | TO myself saws
1. IL a massacre, so it is for they were
ABOUT 1--WE to our one. Boys saws Daddy
| cool as icechests. you see' he saws Pm
gong 10 charge in column of fours' he
says, and cut through. Look out for yo,1r-
selves, and luck to us all Trumpeter' he
says, sound the boots and saddles again
It's dandy he says. It's a good def he
says.
And at that Fred Tipped the bugle. and
IL went to rouse the land You'd have
thought they'd have heard it at Washing
ton. Whoopee,
Again yells Daddy for he seen 1t put
blood into US, an seemed to scare the reds
Fred let her go again, and | was look
ing at the other side of the creek where
wed buried Buck Bill, between where the
inJuns were and the water. l guess L cried
cut. for Daddy howIed at me:
What's the matter with you? Are you
| crazy?
Twas enough to make a man crazy
The little mound Of gravel over Buck Bill
was heavfng. Bill was coming out of his
grave. yelled out, but the old man was
giving his commands.
: "Troti says he. 'GaIlop. SAYS he
Charge" says he. and at the word charge
Fred let's out yell from that old bugIe
which would scare Madrid. The Injuns
We're excited. and looking for us and ready