Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1902-02-01

| by day of dreary march passed without
| an incident to break its mon0tony, pre-
tended to be indignant with their guide.
Where are the savages that should
oppose us?' Ned Costello would ask.
And where are the herds of butfalo!'
Mike would inquire.
'There are plenty of BOTH would be
the guides response. "Whcre the buffalo
are, there will be the Indians; let us pray
that we may see neither, till we strike
| the hills"
| And they were so lucky as not to see
Indians or buffalo till they rested i'll
the shadow of the blue Rockies. An
eternal peace seemed to rest on the ever
lasting hills, and Silence sat on her echo
less throne in the valleys. The people
spoke in lower tones, and there was
hush of happiness in the immigrant
camp.
Large bands OF the Sioux were in re-
volt at this period; years of oppression,
| plumber and outrage had driven them
| into a war that had become chronic. Red
| Cloud relinQuishng, for the time, his
ancient allegiance to the whites, called
his braves about him and joined the con-
federated tribes Of the mountains and
the plains, and set the government at de-
| fiance.
In the mountains, fifteen miles north
of the immigrant camp, hundred Sioux
and fifteen white men, under the nomi-
nal lead of "Whirlwnd," sub-chief,
watched like hawks for their prey. That
| their fires might not be seen by their in
! tended victims, or their own pursuers,
they had made their camp in a deprcs-
sion which was the crater of an extinct
volcano.
From the outer slopes of the mountain
wood had been carried, and though the
night was not cold, fires were built about
| the spring. Here the white men, all of
| the long haired, staggering type, cleaned
! their arms and smoked, while the young
! braves, with the lurid war paint on their
| faces, cooked the buffalo, bear and ante
! lope meat.
Whirlwind, the chief of this band, was
! a tall, slender man of so. He wore no
| paint. AS he moved in the light of the
! fire he looked like Saracen of old
! transported to the far western wilds.
| Whrwind kept himself apart from the
! throng, walking rcstlessly back and
forth, and looking up now and then to
| the star-it rim of the valley as if cX
pecting some one.
At last a shout was heard over the
| hill, followed by another shout farther
! away, and the jingle Of Mexican spurs,
and the clattcr of tlinty hoofs.
Hello! that must be the captain and
Otter Jake! cried dusky-bcardcd man,
! lcaping to his feet aud turning his face
! in the direction of the sound.
You've struck it, Utah" said a young
or man beside the first speaker Here
| they cor1e.'
| This young man was known as st.
Louis" just as the man he addressed
went urder the sobriquet of Utah"
The riders dashed up on their foam
| fecked horses, and swung themselves
from the saddle with the ease that comes
of strength, and the grace that comes of
! practice One of them was tall swarthy,
| dark-eyea aud black-bearded; the other
| was n SENDER oive-compleXioned youth,
with lustrous eyes that told he had not
yet become fully imbued with the cruel,
lawless spirit that possessed his com
panions. This youth was evidently pop
ular, TO; Utah. st. Louis and half a
dozen other white men ran over to him,
and the former shouted out:
well, St. Armand, my beauty, what's
the news from the fsont?'
Better call it the rear suggested st.
Louis.
''FronS or rear, as you please, my
| friends replied st. Armand with Il
laugh thns showed his white even teeth,
Il have been in their camp
And they didn't suspect" asked Utah
Faith, no. Do l look like a danger
Gus character?" ASKED st. Armand draw
ing himself up with youthful pride.
Not bit of it, came in a chorus.
"And The outfit Is rich?"
1T is fat, Utah; but, to tell you the
truth, I was so taken with one OF the
pretty gSrls-the daughter of Gen. Grey
son, who commands the train-that l
came near forgetting everything else"
This little speech was greeted with
boisterovs laugh; and the young man
turned AID led his horse to where the 9TH
er animals were grazing. An Indian took
the bearded mans horse, saying, in fair
English:
THE chief wants to sec you, Capt.
Richmond"
Capt. Richmond, unminding the saluta-
tions of the white outlaws, who acknowl-
edged him as leader, went directly to the
chief ard shaking hands with him. said:
Did you think |. had run awayp
"a man who has run away from the
whites" replied the chief. grimly, would
find it bard to find hiding place If he
deserted the Indians-the only friends he
has left"