The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1913-10-16
CHAPTER KXxvIl.
The Battle With the Indians.

"AS JUG WIS Win LQ0 OLueT Ill the
valley, but Hamlin remained with tho
chief. About them was profound 81.
lence, the men standing beside their
horses. There was nothing to do but
walt, every nerve at high tension.
The wintry air grew colder, but the
troopers were not allowed to make the
slightest noise, not even to swing
their arms or stamp their feet. After
the last detachment swept silently out
INTO the night, there still remained
four hours of daylight. No one knew
what had occurred; the various
troops had melted away into the dark
and disappeared No word, no sound
had come back. They could only wait
III faith on their comrades. The men
were dismounted, each holding his
own horse in instant readiness for &C.
ton. Not few, wearied with the
days work. while still clinging to their
brides, wrapped the capes of their
overcoats over their heads and threw
themselves down in the snow, and fell
asleep.
At the first sight Of dawn Hamlin
was sent down the line to arouse them.
Oyercoats were taken off and strapped
to the saddles, carbines loaded and
slung, pistols examined and loosened
In their holsters, saddles recinched,
and curb chains carefully looked after
This was the work of but few mo.
ments, the half-frozen soldiers NOV
Ing with an eagerness that sent the
hot blood coursing flercely through
numbed limbs. To the whispered com.
mand to mount. running from lip to
lip along the line, the men sprang
joyously into their saddles, their
quickened ears and eager eyes ready
for the signal.
Slowly, at a walk, Custer led them
forward toward the crest of the hill,
where the Usage guide watched
through the spectral light Of dawn
the doomed village beneath. To the
uplift Of hand the column halted,
and Custer and his bugler went for
ward. A step behind crouched the
Sergeant, grasping the reins of three
horses, while a little to the right, be-
You'd the sweep of the coming charge,
waited the regimental band.
Peering over the crest, the leader
saw through the dim haze, scarcely
five hundred yards distant, dotting the
north bank of the Washita for more
than quarter of mile, the Indian
village. There was about 1t scarcely
- 8N,Ss E1 tN4 fr>v>
of two or three of the tepees light
wreaths Of smoke floated languidly
out on the wintry air, and beyond the
pony herd was restlessly moving
Even as he gazed, half convinced that
the Indians had been warned, the vii
lage deserted. the sharp report Of a
rife rang out in the distance.
Hamlin saw the General spring up
right, his lips uttering the sharp COM
mand, Sound the charged" Even
while the piercing blare of the buglt
cut the frosty air, there was jingle
of steel as the troopers behind spurred
forward. Almost at the instant the
three dismounted men were in saddle.
Custer waved his hand at the band.
shouted play" and to the rollicking
air of Garry Owen" the eager col
umn of horsemen broke into mad
gallop, and with ringing cheers and
mighty rush, swept over the ridge
straight down into the startled village
TO Hamlin, at Clusters side, reins in
his teeth, revolver in either hand,
what followed was scarcely a memory
[. remained afterward as blurred.
indistinct picture OF action, changing
so rapidly as to leave no definite out
lines. He heard the answering call,
Of three bugles; the deafening thud
of horses hoofs; the converging cheers
OF excited troopers; the mingling ring
of revolver shots; sharp order cleav-
ing the turmoil; the wild neigh of a.
stricken horse; the cultural yells Of
Indians leaping from their tepees into
the open. Then he was In the heart;
of the village, firing with both hands
before him, about him, half-naked saw
ages fighting desperately. striking at!
him with knives. firing from the shell,
ter of tepees, spr1nging at him with!
naked hands in a fierce effort to drag
him from the saddle. 1t was all con-
fusion, chaos, babble Of noise. his
eyes blinded by CLINT Of steel and glare,
of fire. The impetus Of their rush car
ried them irresistlbly forward: over.
and through tents they rode, across the
bodies Of living and dead; men reeled'
and fell from saddles: riderless horses,
swept ON unguided; revolvers emptied
were flung aside, and hands closed
hard on sabre hilts. Foot by foot
yard by yard. they drove the wedge
Of their charge, until they swept
through the fringe of tepees, out into
the stampeded pony herd.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The faith that counts is the kind