The Green Forest tribune., 1910-04-22

American officer.
 "Yes, sir responded the policeman
 "They're a bad lot Where is your escort sta tioned?"
 The trooper smiled fainty under his mustache Why. Scott's having his horse shod, and guess Murray's getting drink They'll be along in a minute
 And when presently Scott and Murray came placdly on the scene, that troop of cavalry sat on their horses and watched the band of Indians they had carefully guarded, depart over the yellow prairie under the charge of three men.
 The American officer watched them dwinde to dot the level Then his feelings found speech. Well, I'm damned," he said. And the troop rode away.
 Again, old Pie-a-pot and several hundred of his tribe were making serious trouble along the rail road then under construction and the mounted DO lice promptly rode out to the Indian village with order for the tribe break camp and take the trail to the north, away from the line
 When the policeman explained the order to him Pie-a-pot laughed and turned away The other h. dians ieered and discharged their guns in the air The two policemen sat still
 q will give you just 15 minutes to comply with the order,' said the sergeant quietly.
 When the 15 minutes up, he dismounted walked over to the chiefs tepee. and with calm de liberation kicked out the keypole of the lodge bringing the whole structure down-poles war bon nets. drying skins kettles and all-in misceane heap.
 Pie-a-pot did some deep and rapid thinking. A gesture to his young would have sent a hun. dred bullets into each of the quiet, unrufled men who were systematically going through the camp. kicking out the key-pole of each tepee But the In dians of the northwest had learned that sooner or later Justice was done by the mounted police, and Pfe-a-pot never made that gesture. He gave in and in sullen silence the camp collected it's scram bled effects and turned their ponies heads north
 Not so fortunate the attempt of Sergt. Cole brook to arrest fugitive Cree Indian named Al. mighty Voice.
 Almighty Voice had stolen steer, and Sergt Colebrook, with half-breed companion, rode across the prairie to arrest him. The policeman in structed the half breed to tell the Indian that they had come to arrest him, and that he must go with them The Cree replied: Tell him that if he ad vances I will kill him"
 Instantly the half-breed covered the Indian with his rife but Colebrook promptly ordered him to de sist, for Almighty Voice must be taken alive. Ther he rode deliberately forward upon the muzzle ot the Cree's rife. and, than submit to the shame of arrest, Almighty Voice fired. A year la ter, however, the Indian was surrounded in a pi, where he had taken refuge The police brought up their field guns and shelled the pit killing Almighty Voice and thus averaging Sergt Colebrook's death The outcome of this incident served to prevent se> rious trouble with the Indians, who all in 6 more or less sulky and unsettled mood at the time
 How greatly the Indians have to respect tn. just and impartial administration of the law by the mounted police was shown when one of MecaStos band escaped from the guardroom at Macleod after having been tried by the police charge of theft and convicted. When he returned to Mecastoe camp the chief who had attended the trial at which the fugitive convicted had been deeply i'm pressed by the impartial nature of the proceedings and by the fair administration of justice that he promptly delivered him up again at the fort gate tC the officer In command.
 Perhaps the greatest achievement which the DO lice ever undertook was accomplished when the; persuaded Sitting Bull and his band of between thousand hostile q surrender to the United States authorities when they had taken refuge in Canada after the memor. able of Gen. Custer and his command Commissioners from the United States had visited Sitting Bull and had negotiated with the chief for his return and surrender, to avail. The police however, by infinite tact and diplomacy, and be. in their previous transactions they had won the confidence of the Indians of the northwest at length succeeded in inducing Sitting Bull and his hostile braves to return peaceably to the United States an exploit of which any body of men might be proud.
 When the Boer broke out, England called for the mounted police to help her there Onethird Of them, practically the pick of the force, went out Very few of them came back Many were of fered commissions, and accepted. Wherever there is trouble there the mounted police are the answer to the problem, they have been in west. Canada for 30 years, from the time of the Riel rebellion up 10 to-day.
 The story of the mounted has it's shadows Men grew tired of the loneliness and deserted at times men who had lost aIl-love hope ambition-ouietly went away into the wilderness and blew out their brains. The life unsettling; men could not leave it and take up clerical work or farming be cause adventurers not built that way
 But, shadows and a the story of the Canadian mounted police is one of the most gorgeous tales since the days of the Spanish Main. And the spir, 1t of the force is best embodied in that message found scrawled on the orders of a policeman who perished in blizzard while making his way with dispatches to distant post. In his last moments with numbed hand he had written: Lost horse dead. Am trying to push ahead. Have done my best"