Waterbury Democrat., 1900-11-01

| wnoops ana echoed pack the walnng of the Indian women mourning over the. slain "All we'll enough so far, lads,' cried Folsom, when he heard the news. "Machpealota is unmasked. It's war to the knife now, so for Gods sake send all the troops you can muster to the aid of those already up there in the Big Horn. Next time he hits he'll have all the Northern Sioux at his back, you mark my words!"
 But, who the devil is John Folsom? said the bureau again. Arrest Red Cloud. Bring his band in prisoners, were the orders to the agents, and the agents called for troops to go and do their bidding. It's one thing. as I've had occasion to say before, to stand of with breech-l loaders thousand Tn- dians armed only with old percussion cap muskets, squirrel rifles, bows, clueI and lances; it's another thing for soldiers armed even with the best the market affords, to march into an Indian position and arrest an Indian chief. There were not soldiers enough north of the Platte to do it, and the war department knew it if the bureau didn't: Hence the muster ing in force along the river, and the | mounting in hot haste of perhaps ten more troops and companies, nowhere near enough for the work in hand, but all the nation had within Q months march that could possibly be spared from other work and work more important.
 And there was wrath at Emory, where the colonel found himself or dered to send all his transportation to Frayne forthwith, and all his remain ing troops except enc of foot. Dam nation! I've only got two companies of foot," he screamed, in the shrill trebcl of piping senility. And they meth to rob me of my cavalry, too! e troop is ordered to be held iii readiness for special servicc."
 The transportation, consisting of three wagons and two ambulances, with the somber company of infantry, started next day, however, and Dean, with eager expectancy, kept his men in camp, cooked rations ready, am intuition pouches filed arms and equipments overhauled and in perfect order, horses examined and reshod, ready for the word that might como any minute and carry him-he knew not whither. Folsom and the girls had to drive back to dinner without him. Despite the permission sent by the colonel, he would not leave his troop and go in town. So back they came in the soft moonlight and spent a long, lovely summer evening with him, while the band played melodious- ly in the fort inc1osure, and the stars twinkled over the peaks of the Rockies in the southern skies. Fol som spent the hours wiring to Omaha and conferring with such officers as he could reach. They thought the les son given Red Cloud would end the business. He knew it would only be gin it. Burleigh, saying that he must give personal attention to the selec- tion of the teams and wagons, spent the early evening in his corral, but sent word to Folsom that he hoped to of great importance. He had other hopes, too, oLe of them being that now the order to send that big sum in currency to the new stockade would be revoked. He had lost no time in suggesting to the chief quar- termaster of the department the ex-
 
 saying that before we could send 100 men to Warrior Gap Red Cloud could call 5000, and the chief quartermas- ter, being a man of method and stranger to the frontier said, as said the bureau: "Who the devil is John Folsom? Do as you are told" But that answer only came the following day. Meantime there was respite and hope.
 Long lived that beautiful evening ill the memory of four young hearts. A sweet south wind had been gently playing all day and left the night warm and fragrant of the pines and cedars in the mountain parks. All Fort Emory seemed made up of wom- en and children now, for such few sol diers as were left, barring the bands men, were packing or helping pack and store about the barracks. From soon after eight until nearly ten the mu- sicians occupied their sheltered wood- en kiosk on the parade, and filled the air with sweet strains of waltz or song or stirring martial melody.
 For an hour, with Elinor Folsom on his arm, young Dean was strolling up and down the moonlit walk, marvel ing over the beauty of her dark, yet winsome face, and Loomis and Jessie, stanch friends already, sauntered after them. For a time the merry chat went on unbroken. They were talking of that ever-to-be-forgotten visit to the Point-Pappoose's first and of the hop to which the tall ca det captain took the timid school girl, and of her hop card and the distinguished names it bore, as names ran in the old days of the battalion; of Roy, who danced so beautifully and rode so well-lhe was with the tn cavalry now somewhere along the U. F., said Demand of Billings, the cadet adjutant; he was with light battery in Louisiana. ''Where this Capt. Newha1 is stationed," inter- rupted Pappoose, with quick, upward look. 'I wonder if he knows him, MT. Dean."
 ''He doesn't like him. I'll venture to say,'' said Dean, Eff Ncwhal doesn't