New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1921-07-31


once too many this time. When
xhey tried to drag old Bogangeshig to Duluth
on bootlegging lay he told 'em to so to hell
and stood pat, with couple o .45-9o VIM
chesters inside of his tepee and few hundred
young bucks, includin' his own two boys,
huggin' the stocks of their long-barreled pea
shooters, wishful for row.
'By ginger!" sighed the little barber, pulling
his feet inches to their full displacement.
'I'd like to be in it if there's q mix-up. I ant
got nothin' agen' them Indians, Mr.. Martin,
but honest always did want to go soderin'.
come of a soldier fambly,'' he went with
quaint touch of ancestral pride. my father
was foot /. He marched along of Sher-
man to the sea. I'm the only little runt of
the outfit
The tug captain in the big chair laughed at
this martial ardor of Barber Timmns.
why man. said Martin "if one O. them
greasy, fat Remin'ton sugs d hit you amid
ships there wouldn't be nothing left but the
hole"
The little barber grinned as he licked his
towel and applied the bay rum.
Thirty-hve miles away, across Leech Lake,
the coppercolored clans were gathering at
Bear Island and Sugar Point. Through the
Indian summer haze of Northern Minnesota
autumn day strings of bark canoes conveyed
squaws and papooses to a safe retreat on the
far side of Three Sisters Swamp.
An hour before daylight hundred shiver-
ing recruits of the Sd Infantry, with twenty
Cuban war veterans to stitfen them embarked
on fiat barges with baled hay dashed around
their bulwarks against driving seas that
churned the lakes surface and headed for
Sugar Point towed by the lumber tug Flora,
Captain Club Martin commanding.
The men carried only a hundred rounds of
ammunition, because this merely mill
tary demonstration for moral effect and would
be before shutdown.
Snug up in the goose-breasted bow of the
Flora, hugging long barreled 80 Winchester
and shivering in the early morning chill,
crouched Larry Timmins the little barber
He had begged in vain to be allowed to Join
the expedition. 1t behooved him to remain
concealed, for the present at least When
"Chub" Martin beached his barges on the
sloping sand of Sugar Point with the first
signs of day and the shivering men dropped
overheard knee deep in icy water to wade
ashore Timmins was among the first flight
Get out patrols!' ordered Major Walker
SON. Lets find out what we're up against
Better beat back as far as the swamp. and
then return. What's in that log shanty Mr..
Brandon-empty, Ell? Well, that's your hos
pita doctor. Don't suppose you'll need one.
but we may as we'll do things up properly"
Fanlike the patrols spread over tangled
ridge of forest. For two hours the search con-
tinued. Not sound was heard in the silent
northern woods, except such cracklings of
twigs and groanings of leather as sgnalzed
the patrols progress. Not even the shadow
of an Indian crossed any soldiers path Stray
gllngly the men returned to the beach
Thought as much" growled the major.
''Let em stack arms and make coffee, Mr..
Brandon
With a rattle of accoutrements the order was
obeyed. Private Murray, "Butter-hngered
Bill dropped his weapon and it discharged
Followed another report Private Murray
capped both hands to his head, buckled at the
knees and plunged forward on his face Then
came a volley from the high ridge over
head Four men crumpled. Another, with