Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1903-07-30

INDIANS JUST OVER THE RIDGE"
1t was longer still before he could per-
suade the guard that he had right"
as he put it, to ride after the major.
Not until Capt. Dade had been con-
suited would they let him go. Not,
indeed, until In person Kennedy had
pleaded his cause with that cool-head-
ed commander. Dade noted the
flushed and swollen face, but rea-
soned that nothing would more speed
lily shake the whisky from his system
than long gallop in that glorious
air and sunshine. Maj. Webb is fol-
lowing the trail of Capt. Ray" said
he. You follow the majors. You
can't miss him, and there are no In
dans now to interpose. You should
catch him by noon-then give him
this"
This" was a copy of a late dis
patch just in from Laramie, saying
that the revolt had reached the Sioux
at the agencies and reservations on
the White Earth, and would demand
the attention of every man at the
post. No reinforcement, therefore,
could be looked for from that quarter
until the general came. 1t was no
surprise to Dade. 1t could be none
to Webb, for old Red Cloud had ever
been an enemy, even when bribed and
petted and fed and coddled in his viii
lage on the Wakpa Schicha. His
nephew led the bolt afield. No won
der the old war chief backed him with
abundant food, ammunition and eager
warriors sent from home"
But itN still after II when Ken
nedy drove MS still wearied horse
through the Platte and, far to the
north, saw the dun dust cloud that
told where Webb's little column was
trotting hard to the support of the
sorrels. His head was aching and he
missed the morning draught of sol
dier coffee. He had eaten nothing
since his cold lunch at the majors,
and would have been wise had he
gone to Mistress McGann and begged
a cup of the fragrant Java with which
she had stimulated her docile master
ere he rode forth, but the one idea
uppermost in Kennedy's muddled
brain was that the sorrels were
trapped by the Sioux and every
trooper was needed to save them.
At three in the morning he felt equal
to fighting the whole Sioux nation,
with all its dozen tribes and dialects.
At 1880 he had been whipped to a
stand by just one of their number,
and, Mother av Moses" one that
spoke English as well, or as i'll as any
man in the til.
Sore in soul and body was Kennedy,
and sore and stiff was his gallant
bay, Kilmaine, when these comrades
of over three years service shook
the spray of the Platte from their
legs and started doggedly northward
on the trail. Northward they went
for full three miles, Kilmaine sulky
and protesting. The dust cloud was
only partially visible now, hidden by
the ridge a few miles ahead, when,
over that ridge, probably four miles
away to the right front, Kennedy saw
coming at speed single rider, and
reined to the northeast to meet him.
Blake and his men had gone far in
that direction. Two of their num-
ber, with horses too slow for chase
after nimble ponies, had, as we have
seen, drifted back, and joined, unpre-
pared though they were for the field,
the rear Of Webb's column. But now
came another, not aiming for Webb,
but heading for Frayne. 1t meant
news from the chase that might be
important. 1t would take him but
little from the direct line to the
north, why not meet him and hear?
Kennedy reined to the right, riding
slowly now and seeking the higher
level from which he could command
the better view.
At last they neared each other,
the little Irish veteran, sore-headed
and in evil mood, and a big, wild
eyed, scare-faced trooper new to the
frontier, squirting homeward with
panic in every feature, but rejoicing
at sight of a comrade soldier.
cit back; git back" he began to
shout, as soon as he got within hail
ing distance. There's a million In
dams just over the ridge. They've
got the captain-"
RIO Be Continued
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