The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-11-18

dressed 1t in robe Of white feathers gathered In eagle cures, Upon It's head he placed the ermine pendants. About its breast he hung strands of beads and rattlers. Witn gypsum and ochre he painted signs of the sun dance-rthe fetish that had ruled his
 fathers in their wars? For all of this the Comanches had prepared-the com ing of Sun-boy and his mighty Kiowas.
 The buffalo hunt had gone before 1t wild and exciting. All the braves had pitched their tepees round about the medicine lodge. The squaws, In very solemn procession, had cut the cottonwood pole on which to hang the Taime. And sun-boy came. From his raw hide box he drew the tribal fetish of his fathers--he hung it in the lodge.
 Then began the great sun dance more dangerous to the whites than all the scalp and ghost dances. For four days and nights--none eating or drink ing or sleeping-the Comanches and Kiowas danced together in the most
 savage frenzy. The epent itself was
 to hold in memory the hope that the Taime would yet raise up some mes
 siah who would deliver them form the encroachments of the pale face, For" said they in gruesome song,- "are we not like chan driven before the windsm
 The moon was rising silvery and soft. over all the plains. old Suyeta-- father of all the Comanches. sachem of all the tribes-sat in his wigwam, solitary and alone. He dreamed of the past--he mourned the future. Sudden ly. as If by magic. the Mexican whis-
 pered into the old chiefs ears the tragic story of San Antone. The fourth night. under the wild hilarity of Sun boy. had pitched the war spirit on the highest key. How proDitious that mo- ment!
 The Call To Arnas.
 Suyeta. now once more alone, bent
 long stick. like a hoop, around the fire hole of his wigwam. Beating time upon it with another stick the old sachem began--in the weirdest fashion-the singing of his travel song. The medicine lodge was not so furious as to miss that note. It was suyeta's call to arms. Sun-boy and
 his wild clans heard the chiefs tattoo.
 The Comanches heard the song and the clarion call from the tent of their
 great sachem. Soon, gathered about
 that fire hole, stood a circle of deter mined warriors. They passed outside the tent. Each in turn beat upon Suyeta's buffalo hide. Each sang with
 him hts travel song. War was now fully declared. And 1t was to be tho
 bloody year" in all Texas history. San Antone was about to be avenged. The peace pipe-now emblematic of war-was sent from tent to tent, from clan to clan, from tribe to tribe. Their men, their women, and their children smoked 1t. But it must be a silent preparation. The light of the moon was thirty days away Not till then would they go. So read the signs writ ten on uncovered trees. on the faces
 of the gray cliffs, on the wampum belts sent here and there. This was the
 edict. This was what Suyeta said on every tongue in his domain. Silence none but the clannish tribes must know. When the moon fulled again then the whites might know. The spirits of their dead chiefs would att tend.
 In the meantime, their boys search cd for the strongest reed that the arr row might be unfailing. They went toward the Pueblo country where they bartered for a strange glass with which they tipped their arrows. Their old men. still swift and sure of foot,
 went to the far off hff1s There they
 got the eagle feather, strong and | broad. that would wing the arrow straight to the heart. Their old women buried the rattiers ana the deadly Itarantulas with the buffalo heart. In that putrid venom they dipped the arrow heads The chiefs relaced their shields and refashioned their war bon