Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1900-12-13

The imam nau IulSseO hOthihS "A
he had been In that one small room .
month before. He knew where every
thing in it was, from the chrome in
blue frame on the wall to the cot In
the corner. across from the fireplace.
He hid himself behind the piece OF
calico that curtained off the nook
where Hartpole's clothing hung, and
waited until the moon showed Tor
moment through break in the clouds
and he could see the figure on the COT
beneath the mosquito net. When the
room was dark again he slid out; and
the blade of the knife in his hand went
straight through the heart OF the man
asleep. Then he took the rafting az
NOR from its nails and wrapped it in
the calico curtain and fed through the
night, as silently and swiftly as only
an Apache can.
Now it happened that Hartpole had
gone to another post good many miles
to the east that very day, and he had
left his striker to sleep in his quarters
and keep guard over his things. SO IL
was into the luckless soldiers heart
that the knife was driven, and the next
day telegram spprised Hartpole that
his striker was murdered and his sun
of mail was gone.
The day after that all the depart
ment knew that the Coyotsros were
on the warpath, end, having cut the
reservation. were killing right and
left. They were led by a medicins man
called Ciego, and the scouts reported
that he wac dressed in a garment OF
white iron which no WhiteEye's bull
let could pierce. They also reported
that the ChirieahuaS and the Pah-Utes
and the Sierra B!ancas were Joining
him. 1t promised TO be An interesting
time for the territories.
Hartpole began to have dim idea
of why the medicine man had wanted
his Spanish mail, now. He wac ordered
out, of course. Most OF the department
was. Trouble of the sort that this
promised to be had to be checked At
once. II at all. 1t was serious already;
hut there was one thing in favor OF the
troops. which was that the hostilss
showed no desire to get away. Their
fanatical faith in their medicine man
led them to seek battle rather than TO
shun it. And twice, having done so,
they beat off the troops, because there
were, as usual, too few. But the third
time they were caught In pocket OF
the Mogallons, and there were no less
than six troops against them. Hart
poles was of the number.
The Indians fought from dawn OF the
first day until twilight of the second,
in the open at first, then from behind
shelter, then at last they rstreated to
a shallow cave high up on a hillside,
and there was no getting them out.
A mountain howitzer might have done
It. but there was none with the COM
mand. All day the troops fired volleys
into so much Of the mouth of the cave
as showed between the pine trunks
and the walls of rock. They knew that
the slaughter within must have been
pretty severe, but there were no signs
of surrender, nevertheless. The hos
tiles might hold out until the last one
was dead; they certainly would until
their medicine man should fall. The
medicine man could be seen from time
to time, cleaning figure, moving
clumsily among the trees and under
brush. And for all that it went so
slowly and was so bright, no bullet
seemed ever to hit it. Even the white
men began to consider it with awe.
At sunset of the second day, when
the sounds from the cave had all but
ceased and the Indians within 1t were
without ammunition and at bay, the
glistening form came clambering de-
liberately to the top of a high rock
whooping and yelling, calling the rem
Aant of its followers on. 1t stood SO
for a moment, the red sun rays striking
through the pine branches on the
dented steel weird sight in the depths
of the mountain Businesses of the New
World; so odd and strange that the
soldiers hesitated with their fingers
on the triggers of their carbines.
But Hartpole, kneeling alone behind
q bowlder, remembered only that that
glowing armor was his, and that he
wanted it. The visor was up and he
sould see the glitter of the one good
eye. He had won sharpshooter's
medal in his time, and he put his skill
to use now. There was puff of smoke
from above his bowlder, and the shin
ing figure threw up its arms and stag
gered. Then it fell forward, down
from the pinnacle of rock, Gathering
and crashing among the logs and
stones.
They found, when they dragged him
out, that Hartpole's bullet had gone
straight through the good eye, and
that Ciego was ciego in very truth
now-and quite dead.-San Francisco