Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1924-08-14

left to watch u.s., he nervOuSly ex-
planned.
They scrambled up another terrace
and came to a faint trail running to
the south. From the elevation, also
heavily wooded, they could look down
on the village and the slope. That
their escape was now known was
proved by the Indians on the slope.
The entire mass was dancing and
shouting wildly, and waving arms.
Then Scissors made out some new ar
rivals, a small band of warriors. All
of these except the leader had dis
mounted. AS Scissors stared at the
mounted warrior he cried:
american Horse! American Horse
has returned. Look He's pointing to
the north, and brandishing his rifle.
Now they're breaking to run back to
the lodges. BY heavens! The ponies
are being brought upi 1t can mean
only one thing! Crooks soldiers have
reached the head of Heart river.
Crazy Horse goes to stop him from
making the Black hills. They don't
even wait for Shunca-luta to prove his
medicinel Here's the trail! Now let's
see your heels! y
The loud cutlery at the north end of
the street, quickly swollen to a deafen-
ing chorus of yells and punctuated by
rapid discharge of hand guns
caused more than one citizen of Dead
| 10 hot
and Sitting Bull were making good
their threats and were sweeping into
town at the head of their copper-col-
ored hordes. But as the clamor
reached Kitty the Schemer's place,
swept on by Keno Franks gambling
hall, and was added to by those in
front Of San Juan Joe's big tent, it
took on a rude rhythm and at inter-
walls burst into a reassuring staccato
Of wild cheering Then the tents and
buildings farther south knew some
thing momentous had happened, but
j that no danger was imminent.
The soldiers are comingl The sol
diers are coming" shrieked woman
from the second-story window of a
store and tenement structure. This
was accepted as the truth for min
ute, as the woman's coign of vantage
was much superior to those milling
around in the street.
"No soldiers! Two menl" howled
boy from the top of a pine.
Then a solid mass of explanatory
humanity came into the view, swal-
lowing disorganized groups as fast as
reaching them, and only the Ill re-
NAMED indoors. San Juan Joe rushed
from his tent, rifle in hand The front
ranks broke and erupted to each side
and allowed Scissors and Dinsdale to
stand revealed. With the yell Of an
Apache San Juan dropped his rifle
and ran forward to shake hands with
the two men. Old Pyrites was an
other who fought his way through the
mob 70 add congratulations.
The procession came to a halt for
the street ahead was filling with men
| and women and children. A man with
| mighty lungs climbed to the top Of
freight wagon and beloved:
cue OluoOdlC duQ CClSOOIS, WIZ
we all reckoned had cashed in, es-
capped from the Injuns and have came
| back. They say Crook and his soldiers
are on Heart river, that it's race be-
tween him and Crazy Horse to see
whether white or red gifts here first.
Sitting Bull is expected to join 'em
with five thousand bucks. Our two
citizens were chased from Slim Butte
to the Belle Fourche by small band
of Ogalala. They killed their horses
in the race and came the rest of the
way on foot. Three cheers and a
tigerI''
The cheers were given; more guns
were discharged. Mayor Farnum made
his way to the escaped prisoners and
shook each by the hand.
''We supposed you were dead" he
said.
"All the credit for our being alive
belongs to Scissors" said Dinsdale.
'He knows more about Injuns than
Crazy Horse does"
s'Im wakan," spoke up Scissors.
used to play in Sioux village years
ago. What did was nothing. But If
Crook doesn't make this gulch ahead
of the Ogalala you want to prepare for
lot of trouble"
'Make room so they can get in
somewhere and rest" cried San Juan.
Still cheering, but not so boisterous-
~ now that Scissors had given his
warning, the crowd parted and the
gambler led the two men into the tent
and toward the hidden entrance of his
house. But Scissors at once respond
ed to his environment and with paper
and scissors ready began searching
for customers.
It seemed to Dinsdale that a mask
had dropped over Scissors face the
minute he get back among the tables:
and never did he do such trade as
now. Instead Of profiles he cut out
lodges and ponies and other bits of
Indian village life. These were eager
~ snapped up as souvenirs by men
who did not know whether they were
to be victims Of Teton cruelty, or live
to welcome Crook. And each pur-
chaser demanded more information as
to how the two managed to escape
always could do it," Scissors shrilly
cried. "I'm wakan witshasha. We
100 oxuov whom fhn Indians rporar,+