Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1905-10-17

TOOK tne uciu, Inen driving IN
red foe in an exciting pursuit owe
hill, stream and dale, the column
at length sighted the main fore
of the constantly receding ant
sniping aborigines.
Enveloped in clouds of choking
dust and dense grass smoke, TIT
begrimed and perspiring cavalr,
had reached the near environs o.
a big Indian village, only to re
ceive wild and unearthly wal
whoops in welcome, as well as q
fierce but ineffective rifle fire.
The bugles sounding a halt
fully aligned the column came to
a stop.
"Orderly, direct the troop com
manders to pile their superAuOus
equipments" quietly exclaimed
De Kannard, as he reconnoitered
the Indian position through his
field glasses.
Promptly complying with the
significant order, the troops soon
were in light trim. The major
here glanced down the eager line,
then drawing his saber he ex.
claimed: "Bugler, sound the
charger
A clatter of many iron-sbod
hoofs duly followed. Amid deaf
ening cheers a fierce assault was
begun. Wilde's troop constituted
the center of the charging cavalry
line. Yet, possessing some poorly
disciplined bronchos, a portion OF
Troop NJ fast distanced the troops
upon both their right and left
TANKS. Hence the line rapidly as
sumed the form of a sinuous semi
circle, with gallant Troop NJ as it's
advanced, rather aggressive cen
ter. In this charge recruit Bunker
lost all control over his then I'M
governable brOnchO, in alarm re-
alizing that he fast distanced the
most advanced of his comrades;
also, that the excited bay flew
toward the hostile village with d
that was frightful to con-
template. With a remarkable
series of leaps and bounds that
eliminated in a final vault, this
extraordinary broncho carried his
resigned rider into the Indian
stronghold.
Within the village pandemOni
um reigned supreme, as the lndi-
ans considered the intruding
trooper as being the cavalry chief
leading his braves. During this
exciting ride the helpless recruit
retained full presence of mind,
even developed something akin
to an iron nerve, for, as he later
81 could but face the
music and make the best of it."
Then, with his trusty carbine in
right and Colt in left hand, re-
cruit Bunker with strange emo
tons leaped into that Indian vii
lage, his bride reins loosely hang
ing upon the brOnchO's neck.
Very fortunate that the tribes
elite at that moment was
at other points to receive
De Kannard's fierce onslaught.
Hence only some poorly armed
warriors and squaws of uncertain
age were on hand to confront the
intruding trooper. Evidently the
broncho then felt "amang his
ain," for upon wildly cavortine
among the lodges he stopped by a
lean pony there tethered, and
snuffed as though he'd found a
lost relation.
Fast recovering from a semi
panic, the Indian reserve fiercely
assailed the bold recruit with
showers of arrows, knives and
tomahawks. But brave Bunker
held his own-the reservists not
caring to face his unerring aim,
nor the too dangerous gyrations
of his plunging brOncho.
Very fortunate that De Kan
nard held the warriors in his
front, else the lone trooper had
been promptly annihilated.
AT this critical moment a beau
tiful white girl suddenly emerged
from one of the lodges, her luxuri-
Gus though disheveled golden
hair waving about her shoulders.