The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1901-06-12
A TEST OF COURAGE.
ToRTuREs WHICH INDIAN SCOUTS
BORE WITH SMILING FACES.

1t Was Up to Lieutenant Farrow
Once to Emulate Their Example,
but the West Pointer Used His Wits
and Escaped the Ordeal.
The Indian scouts that joined forces
with the United States army in 1873
to make prisoners of the Sheep Eaters
In western Idaho were skeptical at
first of Lieutenant Farrow's abilities
TO lead them into battle. They had
never seen his courage tested and
plainly intimated by word and action
that they had no intention Of obeying
his orders unless he should prove him.
self braver than any chief, subchief or
buck in the command.
First they gave themselves up to all
kinds Of physical torture as o lesson
TO him. They slashed their bodies
with knives without showing pain.
They slit the skin on their chests, ran
skewers hereunder and jerked of
cutaneous and feshly strips while snan-
ing happily in his face. They split
their ears, pierced their noses, lacer-
ated their cheeks, butchered their arms
and legs. Their stunts were so far
beyond anything Farrow could inAict
upon himself that the poor young lieu
tenant thought he saw his finish"
Suddenly, while rivulets Of cold per
spiration trickled down his spine. the
West Pointer recollected that in his
schoolboy days he was an adept at
driving a pin into the thick Of his
@3vastus externus' without feeling pain
and the joyful inspiration to thus illu-
inmate his courage seized him.
The necessary pin was in the lapel
of his fatigue jacket. Ruthlessly he
slit the front Of his breeches leg from
pocket to knee, then his drawers till
the front of the thigh was exposed to
the wondering gaze Of the Indians
gathered close around. Then dramat-
ically exhibiting the pin, an affair of
an inch and a sixteenth, he reached
for fat stone and drove the harmless
bit Of wire down to the head in the
unresisting muscle. His handsome
face was as unclouded as when he
helped to haze his first plebe.
The red men nodded approvingly,
grunted, looked wise and sat down on
their launches. They had seen some
thing new, but wanted something more
convincing. Farrow realized this and
was in the seventh heaven Of despair
as he smilingly pulled out the pin and
held it aloft for inspection.
To show the white feather meant in
that hostile country insubordination
and treachery, involving Farrow's
mysterious death. II was moment to
try soul-and to fry it. The lieuten-
ant whispered to his trusted sergeant:
81 an going to take desperate chance.
I am going TO shoot myself through
the head with my revolver, but you
stand beside your horse, and just an
instant before I shoot you fire your
rife, yell 'Si-washr mount and make
OFF through TIE woods IS fast as you
can ride. Don't forget to fire before /
do, else 1 shall be q dead man
Sitting upon a jagged rock, he ez-
piained to the Indians what be was
about to 90. and with great delibera-
tion and some fne theat-icals he cock
ed TIE pistol and placed the muzzle
against his temple. The Indians were
wrought up to high pitch. They had
never seen man shoot himself through
the head and 1--we. Surely here was
the bravest Of an brave leaders. They
would follow him through hell.
The sergeant. unnoticed, fred his RI
fe, his "Si-wash"' woke the echoes of
Shoshone and Bitter Root, and the clat-
ter of his horses hoofs rang down the
Clear Water as far as Fort Lapwai.
A4Si-wash"' The Indians knew what
that cry meant In less time than it
takes 70 tell it Farrow was alone. His
forces had scattered to the four winds.
In the course of a few hours all were
united again, but the courage test was
not renewed.
twenty-five years after this exciting
14C4OSGl, VI q CcIldi4 SNSu444S IL 4OOO.
Farrow occupied box in the Madison
Square Garden when Buffalo Bilrs
Wild West was in full blast. Chief
Joseph. the celebrated commander Of
the Nez Perces. whom Farrow had cap
tured % years previously and whom
he had not seen in the interim. led a
wild. whooping. yelling. screeching
mob Of painted Indians out into the
arena for dash around the circle.
But the charge was interrupted-cut
short When Joseph reached the curve
near the Madison avenue end Of the
anphitheater. he pulled his horse sharp
" to the right. cutting across the first
file of warriors in most dangerous fash
ion. IN mad gallop he poked his
chargers head into an arena box.
Strengthened up in his stirrups, held
ont his hand and cried: How. How.
How The old fellow Lad caught
sight Of Farrow, and not:i:ng could
prevent him from riding up to salute
his captor Of 1878. 1t was dramatic
incident.-New York Press.