Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-01-02
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ITOLu brdHnOu. he opening uOteS TO
dterated and smooth flowing. were IN
Nike the first sprightly Tilt of reveille.
As Dallas stilled the speaking of the
well pulley to listen they fell upon her
mar disquietly.
The summons ended. From behind,
her fathers voice called to her queru-
lousiy. ''Seem t be changin' they
mornin' foot over thar" he said. "Ah
wonder eff it means anythin' particu-
lar"
81 think the soldiers are going" she
answered.
9Th hull passel?" he demanded.
Then, with a grunt WAL. good rid
dance o. bad rubbish
Later on. as Dallas circled the shack
with the plow turning up a wide strip
as a protection against fires. she found
that the reason she had given for the
trumpets varying was the true one.
The sun, dispensing the fog, had I'M
shrouded the river and unveiled the
barracks and the bluffs When she
saw that. Of the canvas row below the
stockade not tent remained and the
eampground lay deserted. While from
IT, heading northward through the post
to the faint music of the band, moved
an imposing column of cavalry. Arms
and equipment flashed CALAMITY in the
sun. Horses curveted. Handkerchiefs
nuttered goodbys from the galleries OF
the line. Up Clothespin row the wives
and babies Of troopers waited In little
groups. At the quarters of the scouts
sounded the melancholy beat of a tom.
tom. Accompanying it and contrast.
ting with IT weirdly was a plaintive ca
Aence-the monotonous lament Of In.
4tan women. * III I
SetThe column wound on its way. at
ats rear the heavy rolling. white COW
1gAd wagon train. The band had
ceased to play. The groups that had
been waving farewells sorrowfully
dispersed The tomtom was still, and
no wall of squaws was borne across
The river. Then Dallas again started
mp Ben and Betty.
And now a sudden at Of depression
came over her. The dew sparkled on
the grass, the air was soft, the breeze
earessing, the sun was warm on her
shoulders. Yet with all the brightness
On every hand sense Of uneasiness
would not be shaken of. --srs
She found herself refining often to
took toward Clarks Midway of the
eastern ridge was a long bun blotch,
The crossing of the coulee road. Would
Q horse and rider pass across that spot
today? Probably not. A wave of lone
Mness and of undeserved injury swept
her, yelling the tears to her eyes.
She was halted close to the corn
band when CHEEKY singing reached her
Marylyn had left the shack and was
going riverward. dawdling with stud
fed slowness.
We saw the Indians coming.
We heard them give a yell.
Ny feelings at that moment
No mortal tongue could tell
We heard the bugle sounding.
The captain gave command.
"'To arms, to arms. my comrades.
And by your ponies standl'
we fought there full nine hours
Before the strife was Ger.
Such sight of dead and wounded
/ ne'er had seen before
Five hundred noble rangers
As ever saw the west
Were buried by their comrades.
May peaceful be their restl
Dallas shivered The song suggeste
q cruel end for the gay troopers VIII
had Just gone forth. "Marylyn| sh
called.
The younger paused to look back.
~Be careful, honey. Keep In sight
Marylyn nodded, threw a kiss an
ntrolled on.
All day Dallas tried to work ava
her troublesome thoughts. When 81
had known that an Indian was sigma
ing from Medicine mountain she ha
felt no fear Why was she CROWN
fearful now? For II was fear, not an
mere nervousness or sadness over Il
marching of the troops. 1t was eve
more. There was haunting feelir
that something was going to happe
There was terrible certainty weig
ing upon her-a certainty of comir
harm.
Toward night she began to watC
about her-southward to the shanty
the Norwegian; eastward TO whe
the tent of the Sioux Falls man ha
been; west, where the setting ST
touched the sentinel guns on the bluff
along the coulee where the darkne
always erept first.
She found herself examining the to-
OF distant rises Medicine mounta
showed dark speck at its summit
had she ever noticed that before? OF
er peaks looked unfamiliar-were th'
the lookouts Of savage spies? Al
north, far beyond the "little bend
was the smoke Of a campfire. In fan
she saw the one who had lighted II
a warrior with vindictiye, paint
face, who peered at the squat sha
ON the bend as he famed and smot
cred the fame.
Night was at hand. The plover we