The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1903-10-02
! THE RETURN OF
! x, ALTOONAH. *
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS N51N1lN51N1
BY LUCY BAKER JEROME.


\ STRETCH of barren sand, cactus
II barred, haze-blurred with heat;
the faint blue simmer of foothills on
the edge Of the horizon, and above
them grim, gaunt ridges of the noun
tain lands, rising in giant chaos, steep
on steep.
A solitary figure on the edge of the
vast salt basin of the desert dragged
itself YEARLY to where the mule team
lay painting in the dust, and drawing
his sheath knife, cut the traces clean
ly at the ends. The animals stared
duly at him with glazed eyes, and the
Indian, rising to his superb height,
scanned the lava sands from under
lowering brOws. He had driven fast
and far across those burning sands, and
the mules had paid the penalty of his
escape Far to the left in a haze of
blue steel rays lay the Indian reser-
walton, but only the white desolation
of the salt depression broke the dead
level of the plain.
The pack wagon, left to itself, stood
motionless, an ominous portent to the
eye, and the Indian, with last sweep
ing glance about him, plunged dog
gedly forward through the brilliant
glare.
Within the reservation was excite
ment, all the more felt because it was
suppressed. The older troopers were
grimly buckling on their saddles in
obedience to the curt order to company
A, while the less seasoned men and
raw recruits were swearing blindly at
a government which would send out
60 men for loose Indian on a day
like this.
Hell stop at Pascas all right"
vouchsafed Hinton, keen trailer and
sure shot, whose opinions were gen.
orally respected.
'Pascas be bowed" spoke up the
opposition man of the troop, Putnam,
who opposed on principle every state
ment that was made, and who spent
his time in endeavoring to catch up
with quicker minds.
HE will" persisted Hinton. 'That
girl-what's her name? Altoonah-
she's down there, and Eagle Wind
knows 1t. Mighty fine girl she was,
too; Eagle Winds just loco to see her."
he added in lower tones
"Who are you talking about? That
girl Altoonah?" gruftly asked third
man. turning in his saddle as he can
tered easily by. "She's going to be
married-Kirkham down at the post.
Know him, any of you fellows?"
The men were in their saddles now,
and the mustangs were covering the
country with the long, easy lope of
the cavalry mount. 1t was two in the
afternoon, and the hot, white sand was
unbearable.
"Jingo!" exclaimed one of the
troopers, slackening his rein as he
gazed woefully ahead, where for miles
and miles lay the interminable glisten-
ing sands. II wouldn't take this chase
again for the biggest Indian in the
country. Why not let him loose, any
how? What's the odds?"
He'd make mischief" responded the
other CURLY. 1--WE won't find him any
way. He's had two days start. Neat.
wasn't it, the way he Unanswered to
get to the salt basin, and then walked
OFF,?
"He was A Number / up to the
time he left" commented Hinton, rid
Ing UP alongside, "but when he gets to
Guaymas therell be the devil to pay.
Wouldn't care to CROSS Eagle Wind my.
self just now" he ended, smiling GRIM
ly.
At seven the captain ordered a halt.
Shading his eyes with his soft cavalry
hat, he looked long and searchingly in
every direction. Then he waved a
gauntleted hand toward the troop.
Back to the reservation, boys" he
said, gloomily.
The little town of Pascas lay quiet
in the clear moonlight, when shadow
emerged from one of it's narrow, ill
paved streets only to lose itself in the
deeper shadow of an archway. Feeling
its way cautiously along the rough
adobe houses, the shadow reached q
point where it wavered, hesitated
stopped. The musical tinkle of a sui
tar was audible, and close at hand
the shadow, suddenly developed into
Q muscular. brawny-limtsd Indian,