The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1903-01-02
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Old Major Edingham, who was s1olA
and adonted by Black Kettle S ma
rauding Cheyennes away IN tne ~. ~.
might have been wearing Le4 tlleiS a. 90
paint and drawing Uncle sam 80. 49,
ties ever since if it hadn't De5h ~ 80
famous and bloody ambuscaae OF y Us
for's fn the bend OF the WASN'T. -. =
an old story in the army llal 49,
bingham cried to be left with me lSlL
uant of the tribe which survived thas
agbf b,,f he was rescued in spite OF
himself and is glad of it now he mas
been hunter. Indian agent, school teach
err miner cowboy, ranger ana theal ileei
manager since then, ana tnouAn ne
rettiDg rich now at trading in the YER
ritory. he'd rather spin yarns tLi ne.
measure vvoolens. His story of the kld
naming of little Patricio, the son OF 81
Pueblo Cacique. goes thus;
was teaching school at rom osloIle
when Melissa Dunbars opera troupe
came along and picked me UP as sort
OF press agent-manager and advance
man all in one. Miss Dunbar was a
Frisco woman. widow, 1 DeieNes Dut
q good locker hrst-rate singer ana
pretty well-to-do She owned the show
and bOssed it as nobody but a woman
can boss. I took the job she offered ms
because I was broke and ANXIOUS O.
work my way toward the states. she
was the most whimsical. self-willed,
Eighty woman j ever saw but she dldn (
seem to care much whether we maze
expenses or not. and if couldn't date
the show ahead she never lost hey
temper. For awhile I was never more
than two days ahead of the outfit. and IL
was One-night stands with a guarantee
OF railroad fares and hotel bills for the
two weeks before she got sick Of IL anu
called me in.
That was at Santa Fe we played
there two nights and lost money, so she
said she'd rest NJ for a week" That
suited me all right and for want OF
something better to do / suggested that
we ride out to visit the neigh boring
pueblos. Wen. sir. she took to the burrO
Ike native. She was the only one OF
our party who could get any speed out
of those deliberate critters, and she was
80 stuck on the quaint. quiet sunny
days in the valleys and mesas that she
extended the vacation" to two weeks.
There was tenor singer in the com
pany a fellow named TWyneham, who
vyas forever dancing attendance on Miss
Dunbar. I didn't like him because he
assumed an air of authority over the
others that was, to say the least, pre-
mature. He was forever bringing hc4
presents Of pets-parrOts, Chihuahua
dogs, and the Lord knows what.
Ine very first trip we made TO an In
dian pueblo Miss Dunbar went wild
over the "pap0Oses. She worried the
life out of me with hints, innuendoes.
and finally, a positive order to get her
one of the babies. I told her that Pu-
part with one of their young, but she
hew into tantrum and said she
didn't know I was such a tenderfoOt."
After that she didn't invite me to join
her excursions. and I rambled about
the country alone. One day when /
knew that Miss Dunbar and most of
her people were having a look at the
old pictures in the cathedral. ] rode out
to Tusuque. 1t was long before noon
when I came round the corner of. the
quadrangular little village of adobe,
but I caught a glimpse of Twyneham
in a linen buster talking to two indian
women. who were sitting with their
children on the roof of an adobe.
OF course I thought about Miss Dun
bars Whim to have an Indian baby for
a pet. So / tied my pony outside near
the horse corral and sneaked inside a
fallen angle of the wall. where I could
both see and hear TWyneham without
being perceived myself. His back was
toward me, but I saw that he was
handing up some candy to one of the
children. and I could hear his baby talk
as he tried to cajOle the suspicious lit
tie Indian i could not hear what the
women said to him, for. like all Indians
their words came low and in hes1tating
English But after awhile Twyneham
went away. His burr0 was at the
opposite angle of the village and I
watched him head for town before I
came out of my hiding place.
As I was edging into the square
met an Indian walking with two chill
oren. asked if they were his. and he
replied IN fair English that they were
his sisters. He said his name was
Ammonia, that he was Cacique and
that his wife was dead much three
years He seemed very proud of his
two little charges. showed me how fat
they were and tickled them so that
might see them smile. He said he mad
also a child OF his own. boy and in
Yited me to his house. adding IN the
polite Mexican way. Tits your house.
senior. Come; I like to show you Patri-
clio And he led me into the very
house where [ had seen Twyneham
talking to the two women They
brought down little Patricio. talking IL.
their own tongue to the father. who be-
gan to eye me mistrustfully. Whe1,
the women were gone the Cacique told
me that during his absence stranger
bod tried to buy his baby. His eyes
flashed as he asked me: you hope Pu-
eolO sell children2" 1 told him that ]