Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-03-17
CHAPTER XIX.


 The columns of Col. Henry and Mai. Webb, as said '.the chief" had united, and here were two men who could be counted on to push the pursuit flor all they were worth" Hitherto. act ing in the open country and free from encumbrance, the Indians had been hard to reach. Now they were being driven into their fastnesses among the mountains toward the distant shelter whither their few wounded had been conveyed, and where the old men, the women and children were in hiding. Now it meant that, unless the troops could be confronted and thrown back another tra nsfer of teepes and travois, ponies and dogs, wounded and aged would have to be be made. Lame Wolf had thought his people safe behind the walls of the Big Horn, and the shifting screen of warriors along the foothills, but the blue skirmish lines pushed steadily on into the fringing pines driving the feathered braves from ridge to ridge, and Lame Wolf had sense enough to see that here were leaders that meant business" and would not be held. Henry had ten veteran troops at his back when he united with, Webb. who led his own and the Beech CT squadron, making IS companies, or troops, of horse, with their pack mules, all out at the front, while the wagon train and ambulances were thoroughly guarded by big battalion of sturdy infantry, nearly all of them good marksmen against whose spite full Springfelds the warriors made only one essay in force, and that was more than enough. The bluecoats emptied many an Indian saddle and strewed the prairie with ponies, and sent Whistling Elk and his people to she right about in sore dismay, and then it dawned on Lame Wolf that he must now either mislead the cavalry leader, throw him off the track, as it were, or move the villages, wounded, prisoners and all, across the Big Horn river where hereditary foemen, Sho- ahons and Absaraka would surely welcome them red-handed.
 It was at this stage of the game hs had his final split with Stabber. etabber was shrewd, and saw uner- nngly that with other columns out, from Custer on the Little Horn and Washakie on the Wind river-with endorsements coming from north end south, the surrounding of the Sioux in arms would be but a matter of time. He had done much to get Lame Wolf into the scrape and now wsa urging hateful measures as, un- lsss tbey were prepared for further and heavier losses, the one way out, and that was-surrender.
 Now. this is almost the last thing the Indian will do. Not from fear of consequences at the hands of his cap tors. for he well knows that physical ly, he is infinitely better of when being coddled by Uncle Sam than when fighting in the field. It is simply the loss of prestige among his fellow red men that he hates and dreads. There fore. nothing short of starvation or probable annihilation prompts him. as a rule, to yield himself prisoner.
 And this was the situation when the generals first dispatches were sent in to Frayne-this the last news to reach the garrison from the dis tant front for five long days. and then one morning. when the snow was sift- ing softly down. there came tidings that thrilled the little community. heart and so'Il-t;dingS that were heard with mingled tears and prayers and reiOicingS. and that led q" many ,sisit of cUnEratulatiOn to Mrs Hay. who. poor woman. dare not say at the moment that she had known it an as much as 2lhOurs earlier. despite the fact that Pete and Crapaud were IaniShsd from the roII of her zuSili- aries.
 Even as thr new c0uriers came speeding thToagh the veil of falling Fakes. riding iutilsutly over the wide rolling p-airis with their news of vic- torv and IattEe- the FJst eomma15er at Fort Frayne was pazzling over a r;lis<ire that had c0me te him he knew not nystsTiousIy as the anarchists warnings are said to sni their way to the very b-sdsiise If the razrsisd EouznoTs. Senfry Nunb-r | had picte,i is up on Eis p-sst zz kOlr I-rforp tks dzua-a T~tfer zs5-rsSs,i In bod han.E ts Maj Stanley Flint -omnznfiuz Torf Frynr- arsI p-~- uzinx the msor AiEsef kzd