The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1911-06-24
BY Harold Kramer.

10 Jne service porn. HIS cradle haI
been an army blanket tackled in a
bareback box and a bridle-bit was the
only toy that ever came to him. His
earliest recollections were indistinct
blurs of blue and flashes of steel, to-
gether with the clatter of horses
hoofs.
Later, there were memories of stir
ring trumpet calls, the rushing OF
men, and the departure of troops,
followed by dreary days and long
nights when his mother held him in
her arms and crooned fearful lula
bies. Then back would ride the
troop, with scowling Sioux prisoners,
and not infrequently with one or two
empty saddles.
So the years passed, the scene
changing from one frontier post to
another, but the incidents, repeating
themselves, until at last came the
proud day when Terry" as he was
known, with his shoulders squared,
his head erect and mis- arm appraised,
said 81 do to the oath read him by
/ the mastering officer And that day
there came the call of the bugle, the
rush of the troopers, and Terry rose
at his fathers stirrup as the detacn-
ment galloped away in pursuit of a
marauding band of their natural enc
mics, the Sioux.
The retreating Indians were over
taken among the bluffs and buttes o.
the foothills, but the sudden discov-
cry was a surprise to both parties.
Surprised but not dismayed, the CAP
tain grimly gave the order, the bugle
sounded the charge, then headlong
the men of the service spurred to-
ward the men of the tepees. One
volley was fired as the spurs sank,
and then the sabers flashed in the
autumn sunlight An answering vol
ley caused a fated few to Gluten
blindly and fall and then the shock
came.
There was short, hellish work
with painted faces at arms length
from the set jaws of the cavalrymen.
Separated from his father by the
maelstrom of death, Terry sought
him when the scattering came. He
saw him battling with two of the
hD To OF
the fathers saber circled and swept
one of his opponents into eternity.
At the same instant the remaining
savage, wearing the feathers of a
chief lunged forward, the point Of
his spear entering the troopers
breast and showing through his
shoulder.
With a horrible scream, Terry
spurred his horse to renewed efforts.
His pistol and carbine were empty,
but the saber trembled in the air at
arms length as he closed in. Gath
erng his muscles, he struck, but his
horse staggered and swerved, ana
the blade, instead of cleaving the
pointed skull, shaved off an ear and
laid open one cheek The wounded
cavalry horse plunged forward to its
knees and the boy fell heavily upon
his head and shoulders. Such was
Terence McGinnis' baptism into the
service.
Before the SHOWS had melted in
the spring his widowed mother was
sleeping beside the fallen soldier
and Terry knew no parent save the
service. To it he gave his devotion
and corporals chevrons were
sewed on his sleeves. Was there a
detail wanted to round up an Indian
band? Terry was at the command
er's quarters begging to be chosen.
The years dropped away; mer
came to the troop and joyfully vel
coined their discharges at the eXpira
ton of their enlistment Terence NC
Ginnis remained. The triple-stripeo
chevron of the sergeant adorned his
arm, but otherwise he was uh
changed Silent and unquestioninl
at all times, daring and eager on AZ
Indian trail, he was considered al
enigma by officers and men. Wher
the fever put him in the hospital a
the fort, he babbled and raved con
stantIy-raved Of a search to whicI
, he had consecrated himself.
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