Year: 1876

An old scout, Jimmy Kannon, nov
with Gen. Cook, is the hero of real ro
nance. The old man loves to tell it, n
it gained hIm wife. The romance, pub
lished in tho Kansas City Times, is a
follows


A few years ago Jimmy was lettering
about Fort Laramie, receiving his five
dollars per day as government scout anc
Interpreter. One evening the post was
startled by the report that an emigran
train had been mastered about two mile.
and half from the fort. Worse than
all, white woman, Miss Mary Brand
had been carried off by the Sioux. Kan
non volunteered as guide for company
of cavalry. At dark the cavalry halted
for the night in a ravine about ten miles
northeast OF Fort Laramie, on the Raw
hide trail.


All the white men in the train on the
Platte bad boon massaored, and no one
had been left to tell the story, expect an
Irishman, who died soon after being
found. He had been fishing with Miss
Brand, some distance from the main
camp, when the Indian attack was made.


From him kannon learned enough to
salts y him that the Sioux had gone over
to Rawhide river. There he resolved to
go alone and ahead of the soldiers, and,
i'possible, effect rescue. He reached
the Indian camp about midnight, and
secured his pony to bush in the valley,
and soon afterwards crawled into the In
dian camp.


His long residence with the Indians
taught him where to look for the captive.
He was soon lying fat on the ground in
the rear of the lodge containing Miss
Brand.


He found an old squaw sitting in front
OF the lodge, humming "A 6oleful dirge,
and on raising the edge of the tepee OF
lodge, be discovered another old hag seat.
el rear a small FIRE, feeding feeble
fame with straw.


He also saw the captive white woman
lying with her head to the outside Of the
tepee, less than two feet away. lie whis-
pered words of cadtion and cheer to Miss
Brand, who started up in alarm. This
startled both Of the squaws, and the one
on the outside walked round to the rear
of the lodge, where she met a sudden, ST.
lent death at the hands of the old SCI ut.


The other squaw, suspecting some.
thing wrong, gave the alarm. Quick as
fash, Kannon raised the edge of the
lodge and drew out the captive, and
throwing her upon his shoulders, made a
dash out into the darkness.


The camp was soon in an uproar. But
Kannon made his escape with his horse,
although an arrow had pierced his body
through. He took course eastward
down the Rawhide, while the Indians
started toward Fort Laramie, which was
due southward from the camp.


Finding himself getting weaker from
loss of blood, Kannon drew forth the ar
row which had passed through his body
and projected out in front, and filled his
bu,kskin shirt around the wounds with
wet mud, and then continued his flight


At daylight he found himself on the
had Of Dry Cottonwood Creek, twelve
miles from La!amie. But the Indians
were between him and the fort. He kept
1t of sight and saw them meet and en-
gage the soldiers he had left the night be-

fore, and M de his way, half dead, to
Fort Laramie, without being discovered
by the Indians.


The result is soon told. Kannon was
taken into the post hospital, and his nurse
was Miss Brand, the rescued white wom-
an, She stood by the side of the prison.
or until he recovered, and being without
friends or homo, all having been talk n
from her in the massacre, she married
the old scout. Mrs. Kannon lives in
Keytesvillc, station on the North Mis-
souli Railroad.