Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1901-05-09


feet Of this sketch. That interesting
infant still calmly occupied the ledge
and was evidently turning the situa-
ton over In his mind. The troopers,
with Lieutenant Huyl at their head,
slowly and painfully clambered up the
rocks and finally approached the or
phan, who. instead of squalling as a
civilized Christian child would have
done. commenced throwing stones at
his pursuers, hitting Lieutenant Huyl
squarely on the nose with half pound
rock and drawing blood copiously lie
followed this success by other good
throws. causing as nearly panic as
possible. At last. by thanking him, our
Apache was knocked down by a blow
from a saber and stunned. His capture
was now easy, but the lieutenants
orders were 10 return no prisoners.
What shall we do with the little dey-
Il?" asked one of the men. Shoot him
or throw him over the cliff after his ia
tbcr?" The little devil" had regained
Consciousness by this time and deliber-
ately set his teeth into the calf OF the
soldiers leg. Lieutenant Huyl wiped
bis bloody nose and replied: "A baby
who fights this way ought not TO be
killed in cold blood By George. I'll
take him back to San Carlos IL ii costs
me my comnission!
A gag was put into the young ones
mouth to prevent any more biting. and.
with a soldier holding each hand. he
was landed on the plain below. There
be was placed on horseback, lariat
tied to one foot. passed under the horse
and tied to the other. and thus the
TROOPERS returned to the reservation.
Lieutenant Huyl was great favorite
with General Crook, but he had dis
obeyed orders and confidently expected
to be put under arrest But the general
had already heard something of the
stone throwing affair and had enjoyed
hearty laugh over HuyPs broken
nose. When the lieutenant In making
his report reached the point where
Wahnemo was killed, the general in
terrupted him with. by the way, !
think you had better not let me know
officially any more of this scout than
you have already told" Then glancing
at lDt bhOlltI uOSG ihAO a. iOai
OF laughter. In which all the other Off
GERS joined
The young Indian was confined In
the armory until his first fright was
overcome. The soldiers OF Company A
named him Dick Huyl and, fitting him
out with a uniform fashioned from the
lieutenants old clothes. regularly
adopted him into the service.
In less than a month the small re-
cruit learned TO express himself tolera-
bly, in English and In very short time
had accumulated all the accomplish
Inents OF tobacco chewing and profani-
ty possessed by the soldiers. He also
picked up wonderful knowledge OF
bugle calls and eyolutions, always turn
ing out at roll calls and taking his
place at the extreme left OF the compa-
ny when In line.
When first knew him, he had been
under the refining Influences OF the
United States service two years. II
that Indian had Improved In that time,
am very glad did not know him be-
fore. He was not beautiful according
to classic standards.
The Apaches fatten the heads OF
their babies between boards. and this.
as much as anything else, served to
render Dick unattractlve TO us chill
dren. Then he had such predilection
for carrying snakes In his pocketl The
soldiers spoiled him, OF course. and up
held him In every villainy he chose to
~. traf Ia WhAn ha Ghnf tho m In
an ambulance filled with women and
children. causing runaway and
smash up. one soldier thrashed him
with a barrel stave and dozen more
gave him 8 cent pieces to comfort him.
They alternately pounded and petted,
but II was all one 10 him. He seldom
laughed and never cried. He was an
Apache.
said he never cried. | will note an
exception. Every Saturday afternoon
the men took him out behind the quar-
ters and gave him bath. This process
was very simple. They stripped of his
clothing aud turned the hose on him.
On these occasions the shrieks OF the
little savage could be heard all over the
post.
/ have not seen Dick since ] was o
years old. but | like 10 think that he
grew up and regularly enlisted In the
old regiment and Is now an homer to
the servioe.-New York Tribune.
H,. Only Real Pleasure.
"What good does your money do you,
Mr.. Armour friend once asked T..
u. Armour, according TO the Washing
ton Star.
"rhat IN n question" Mr.. Armour re-
piled, II often ask myself. ! was rails
ed n butcher boy. learned to love
work for works sake. ] must get up
early now, as ! have done all my life,
and when o O'Clock comes. no matter
what's going on at home. | must get TO
bed And here am. Yes; have
large means. as you say. butt can't cnt
ns much an yonder clerk. | cant sleep
as much. and can hardly wear any
more clothes than he. The only real
pleasure can get out OF life that yon-
der clerk with his limited means can
not get is the giving now and then TO
some deserving fellow without soul
kno"IHB ~ TJvV VI Fi'"''' b'''"b "''A' -
fresh start upward without making the
gift hurt 30 him. That's the only real
pleasure / get out OF life. And ms to
possessions. the only thing sometimes
feel really own are my two boys and
my good name. Take everything else
from me. leave me them. and | would
yet be rich. wouldn't care n snap for
the rest. We would soon together
make enough TO keep the wolf long
way from our door"