New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1921-07-31
THE LITTLE BARBER OF SQUAWVI]

English. Lieutenant Brandon stepped c,o..
and peered into the yellow face
"Bears0ot" he cried. by George. old u..
I'm sorry"
"Im not" said the Indian. Queer w.,
meet you again, Ted. Last time was .. r.
llsle-bg game-'94 Here am vor
sheepskin to the blanket Well. We paw
hell, didn't WEI"
The man begged for drink of water .,s
died before it could be brought to him M.
mentarily the fire Of The Indians became sercsr
Only an occasional shot could be fred in ren,,
Timmins, with his pockets full of Wincbss,s.
cartridges, making noise enourh for vb.,.
company
"Fellers, let's charge EN- now into the swan,
and lam he'll out Of EN-" shreked the i'm.
man. Lets charge EN- now; come m bo,,..
come on-we've got EN- beat; it's 3 cincb
Lieutenant Brandon, aged twenty-five. com.
handing A Company, stared at the tile frs.
brand in wonder.
The little thin face was ghastly white. cav.
where 1t showed streaks &c blood. Timmirs,.
hat was gone, his hair lay matted on his bro,
and his eyes stared ike those of man !,
delirium.
1t takes good officer to recognize the eyac4
psychological moment
Il think we'll carry it to EN- now, sergeant
remarked Lieutenant Brandon, quietly. as ba
stepped out in front
Steady men," he shouted. as the stisanad
recruits fell into line Open order F;r, -.
will. Charge.'
Himself carrying rife, the young officer
led the advance. But plunging on ahead a,
all went the unofficial leader, the little barber
of Squawville. A volley from the timber
dropped three men in the first dozen yards
Sergeant Steel went down with mashed kpea
cap, cursing his luck
Come on, boysw screamed the barber
They're scatterin', Come on"
Advancing in short rushes, kneeling and
flrlng as they ran, the survivors of A COMPANY
drove the Chippewas before them.
Its a rout." cried Brandon. That's what
it is. Wish to heaven the major could see il
Cease firing
That was smart charge delivered by the
little barber of Squawville Where is Ma.
poleon by the way?"
They're bringing him in now, SIR" said the
sergeant, saluting. Got it through both
lungs, / think
Slowly the stretcher bearers toed up the
hill. In the canvas sling between them lay q
crumpled little man, bloody but content
Men" said the lieutenant as the little
cortege approached, "a cheer for the gamest
little chap that ever packed a rife
Hoarse shouts from many dry Threats made
the echoes ring, and fifty service hats waved
in the air. The little man opened his eyes.
DO they mean that for me-" he gasped
Stand me up, boys. I want to-to be where
l can see EN-"
With an effort he struggled upright, sup
ported by bearers on either side Again be
tried to speak, but only faltered
''Will We shake hands, Loot? Father-sol.
dler-I too--too small. Like t be buried with
with other boys. So long, Loot done my
best"
They laid him in the grass to go after living
men. Brandon took the bloody handkerchief
from his own head and covered the little bar
ber's face with it.
They buried him with full military honors,
contrary to all regulations, and the inscription
on a headstone that marks his grave is:
Sacred to the memory of General Larry
Timmins, the Little Barber of Souawville, VINO
died fighting for his country in the assault on
Sugar Point October 10, 1898. Erected by the
men who fought with him."