The Prescott daily news., 1908-08-29

| his sa llle. and ano,.ler ii his mules rump as proofs that he had been to the | froM. His iNfrrn,~.,oY '~ns acted on, and it was through it that we gave the Sioux a good tanning
 Joe's display of pluck made him solid, so to say. He was permitted to hang about camp. and the company tailor fixed him up uniform. There after he was one of us in a way, and he paid for his rations ten times over by serving the officers. When kindly spoken to there was nothing he wouldn't do to oblige. When ordered to do anything he was as stubborn as mule. More than dozen times he went on scouts all alone, and twice he brought in the ponies and weapons of Indians he killed. It was for this that the Kaw Indian scouts we had with us named him Heap Little Man. There wasn't trooper in the brigade that wouldn't have contributed money to send the boy back east into good hands, but he wouldn't hear of 1t. He could neither read nor write, but he knew the value of silver and paper money and said that was enough for him.
 The boy had good voice for singing and had remembered the airs and words of score of songs, but when out of camp and on the march he never sang but one song. and that only the chorus of John Browns Body" He'd sing that over and over until some of the officers came along and bade him hush The rest of us might turn out for boots and saddles at midnight, cursing the weather and the order. but Joe would turn out singing that chorus. Wed go into a fight cheering. but he never cheered. Instead you'd hear his shril voice piping
 "Glory, glory. halleluiah!
 Glory. glory, halleluia h.
 Glory. glory, hallclulah.
 As We go marching on."
 We tried to keep him out of the fights. but it was no use. He would disobey orders or break away from his guards. and when he mixed in he went straight to the front. He had s"orc to be proud of but no one ever heard him brag. He fought because fighting was part of his programme. When complimented on his bravery he gave no thanks in reply.
 When we started on that winter Wichita campaign Joe was with us. We started out ill snowstorm, with the band playing '"The Girl Left Be hind Me" and Heap Little Man sing ing the old chorus. Military history will tell you that the camps of the Indians along the Wichita were located before midnight and that Custer's command had to wait hours for break fast The snow was two feet deep and the night freezingly cold. but every trooper had to dismount and stand by his horse. No moving-no talking. Joe stood next to me, and I do not think he shivered once. Over and over again in a whisper he sang his chorus and now and then let up to say that he hoped there were at least 5000 Indians in the camp and that we should have a good fight of it. don't think there was man or officer there that night that took things as coolly as that kid. He was the first one mounted as the whispered order came along, and the band had scarcely struck up Garry owen" as we than he followed it with his slogan. We made complete surprise, but the Indians rallied after bit and put up stiff defense. When it was over and We were ordered into line for roll call Joe was missed. His name was not on the roll, but we looked around in vain. Then he and others were sought for The fight had ragged up and down the stream for two miles, but we found Joe within half mile of where the headquarters flag had been set up and where the fight had been the hottest He was lying in the snow with his dead mule not far away. Around him were the dead bodies of three buck Indians and a squaw. The latter had a rife in her hands and had fought as well as the men. Joe had three wounds and was dying but had not lost consciousness. As we lifted him up he smiled and called us by name and asked how the fight had gone. Then his bloody lips parted, and, trying to wave his hand, he sang for the last time on earth and he sang It to the tears of his comrades:
 ''Glory, glory, halleluiah!'
 NJ. QUAD.