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THE IDlELAIRBOSiH EEIPENIDlETir
Tto 5com Warned of General Custer's Fate By CLYDE ROBERTS 1 H I! h:s praises unsung in the pages of history, and unknown, save to a few of his intimate r,: l the last of that famous rinir of pioneer who guided the vanguard of civilization through he Norm h "7" j. 77 7 V 1 ke the "long trail in peace at his home in Kansas l? jn pi r ate life he is Harvey S. Faucett, a small Mmdttce 1 ' ' A thc city market- But in nis Pal,T1' I s his name tang across the plain and through the mountain pass as Arapahoe Harve, the eagle of the Behind httn are adventures crowded one upon an ther throtifn the twenty-five years of service in Wy oming, Montana, Colorado and Kansas, as a govern ment and provisional scout. And gone before him re his friends and associates, Kit Carson, Buffalo Bill, California I Ranger Hank, and a dozen others, any if whom n 's glad to shake his hand on thc plain. Even the most casual observer who chances to visit the city market cannot help but perceive something unusual in the old man. There is in his step the wealthy tread of the Sioux or Cheyenne brave, and at 70 years lie as straight as an arrow. Only the long, white hair, thinned by the fleeting years, shows as the mark of age, but the numerous scars of the Indian tomahawk, hunting knife and bullet on his body stand as evidence of enough adventures to make up the lives ()f a dozen ordinary men. Of these experiences he has little t Sty because they recall to him those pic turesque years when the white man pushed the abo rigine back against the setting sun. Among his adventures is one that gives him the dis tinction a the only white man who had an inkling of the ma s -acre of General George H. Custer and his .76 men on the headwaters of the Little Big Horn River in June, 1876, in what is now the state of Mon tana. That information imparted to Arapahoe Harve from the lipi of an Indian brave was the direct result of straightforward fair dealing with an Indian named Asaganotah two years before. And on the strength of his "tip" the scout rode more than 100 miles in the hopes of warning Custer and his troops. The inundation of his friendship with Asaganotah was laid m the early winter of 1874, when the scout rode north from old Fort Laramie, Wyoming Terri tory, on a scouting trip for the troops. He encoun tered a storm from the northwest, which blinded man and horse, and swept down the plain with a bite that drilled to the bone. The winter sun, long since faded by the blinding drift, went down behind the crenelated range of Rockies, and after staking his horse in a gulley, Harve took to his cowhide and blankets. In the middle of the night he was startled by the death chant of the Cheyenne, above the wail of the storm. It was the voice of Asaganotah calling the Great Spirit Harve answered the call of the Cheyenne tongue and guided tin- frozen brave to him. In a few words Asaganotah explained that his pony had become lame and could t travel; that he was on his way afoot to an Indian camp when the storm broke, and that he had smelk I the scout's horse which guided him there. Mm they trted the next day, Asaganotah, the Chey enne braw vith a belt of human scalps about him. as a fric; 1 forever of the scout. In the utter part of June, 1876, Asaganotah and Arapahoe Harve met again, but this time under dif ferent cir stances. The Indian was a scout for his people. I knew where most of the Indians were massed. 1 he meeting this time was in the north antral par. of Wyoming, Faucett carrying military patches, and Asaganotah messages of his tribe. And the 1 rily white man who knew beforehand of the Cuter .'nsaster learned it that morning from Asaganotah. Harve 's Desperate Ride THE Indian told of the thousands of Indians massed 1 on the i mle Big Horn, and how Long Hair (General duster) wai pushing them back with his troops. Fau ettknew r of General Terry's army pressing the Indians pvancitiK along the Little Big Horn River. He earned from Asaganotah that Terry's entire army as inferior in numbers to attack the thousands of eyennes and Siouxs under chiefs Sitting Bull and u re 1,1 tne I)artinf? exchange of words Asa arm tol(l nim tnat in two suns tne wnite mans jjy Would meet the unknown fate in battle with the canIStory records the famous massacre and gives as its lse that the troopers thought they were attacking ,,n,pa small band of Indians r,,cl0rr tvunty hours after Harve had learned of the ri'Se frnm A . 1 1 1 .1 f a 1 (Va tiV !Kanoian nc roae nonnwaru iowni ., I 1 tronrV,S T'1, That rine was nCTtf completed, for thc ra u; lsKauoian ne roae nonnwaru wwm iihT an s Creek in tne hPe 0 warning Custer u , 1 hat ride was never completed, tor the oncho tho - i ... ... a 1 afoot 1 uul roue uiea witn tne saume on. mm aWe',a,n,,st starved, Harve learned of the massacre. ride K 5? rccoru was ever ,naue of tne scout s KanntaKCai,s,c tnc on,y substantiation lav with Asa SStA a,ul thc carcass of his horse, which had be h lrey of the wolf and the vulture. Indians C)lnmonly known that the armies pressing thc niassacreWCri .!ncn,sen an" horrified at thc Custer failed thr aU 1 . w tne campaign against thc Indians trough the summer of 1876. It also is general knowledge that the winter campaign began the same year without giving the Indians a moment's rest. In the latter campaign the knowledge of Harve, the eagle of the trail, played a big part in the location of Chief Dull Knife and his warriors on Crazy Woman's Creek. In telling of the fight the old scout unconsciously winces as though the two wounds received there are felt. But he is quick to strike the sympathetic tone for the Indian women and children who suffered ter ribly. Was Police Chief of Leadville THE troopers under General George Crook rode into thc camp one morning at sunrise in bitter cold weather. Chief Dull Knife and 1,000 Indians did not suspect the attack. Hundreds of tons of frozen buffalo meat packed in skins for the winter and the entire vil lage of lodges and tepees were burned in a few minutes, and the women and children fled to the hills. Six chieftains were killed in the engagement, including two sons of Dull Knife. Harve suffered a knife wound in his shoulder and a gash from a tomahawk in the leg. "I was back through that country several years later," says thc old scout, as his voice softens, "and I saw Indian boys and girls with grey hair. It had been caused by the freezing cold out in the hills." Many such stories are clear in the mind of tin former scout, but he would rather pat the farmers' horses on the necks than to recall his experiences. Many farmers are puzzled, too, as to how or when he learned the names of their horses, but he can tell most of the animals by name. In going over his experiences, Mr. Faucett seldom applies the present geographical names for locations. He talks of mountain ranges, of creeks and rivers for measuring distances and places. He can tell you tricks of the trail by the hour, and how their employment gave the Indian a tremendous advantage over the white man. His last scouting work was done when the gold rush was on in the Black Hills of South Dakota, when he served as a guide for the United States Government Geological Survey. At the conclusion f this expedition, when the Black Hill country was pretty well settled and the white man passed over plain and through the hills without the need of a guide, he migrated to Leadville. Colorado, then a frontier mining center. Almost upon his arrival he was made chief of police. If you know him well enough, you may induce him to show you the gold star the citizens gave him for meritorious work during his service there. The star is studded with a large diamond. Once you have ob tained a view of the star, a little more coaxing and persuasion may get you a view of a belt made of human scalps he took one night from an Indian camp, HARVEY S. FAUCETT One of thc old-time Scouts still living in Kansas City. He always has a good word for the Indian. when he escaped from being shot at sunrise. One other prized gift is a pair of pearl-handled six shooters, presented him by the Leadville Police Department when such weapons were as necessary as clothes. Harve, now a produce dealer, will pass an evening reviewing his acquintance with Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, Spotted Tail, Yellow Hand, and Two Moons, famous Indian chieftains, but never will a word of discredit for the Indians' bravery or endurance fall from his lips. Although now far beyond another Indian adventure, he still holds the highest esteem for the difficulties the Indian faced. He can tell you of the difference in sound between thc genuine cry of thc little prairie owl, the battle cry of the eagle, and the howl of the wolf from the skilful imitation of the Indian. These are the things that are Uppermost in his mind because they represent the time when he was in the glory of his work. Civilization long since has taken his profession and the surveyor and geographer have changed the loca tions of many of the old landmarks, and as he puts it, the pioneers he helped guide into the Northwest no longer need his work, so his profession has become one of history. While engaged in his business he lives in the present, but at home, with an Indian pipe from thc great stone quarry, he lives it all over again in the past and nothing, save death, can obliterate from his mem ory the days when he held commanding sway over the frontier and her people. They All Write With an Eye on the Screen iiY VIEW," said David Belasco, "is that art is iVl not a business, and that you cannot subordinate the inspiration of man, and the workings of his heart and soul to business methods without impairing the quality of his work. That is wiiy I was so greatly astonished, or rather saddened, when I read the other day that even Maeterlinck, the great Maeterlinck, had signed a contract to write manuscripts for a motion picture company, at. of course, a large price per manuscript." Mr. Belasco was in that famous little office of his above his theater in Forty-fourth street, New York, and we were chatting about the great rush of musical comedies and light, humorous plays that had come with the ending of the war. Never have there been as many plays of this character in New York as this season. The whole town is cither whistling one or thc other of the sprightly airs from one of these shows, or discussing the latest thing in stage costumes, some of which are very daring indeed. The famous theatrical manager and playwright was defending these productions against thc charge that good taste and love of the classic drama had been swallowed up in the "incredibly frivolous" reaction that had taken hold of the people after the signing of the armistice, and from this the conversation had turned to the effect the huge prices paid for plays, especially by the motion picture industry, was having on the spoken drama. This is a very "touchy" subject with Mr. Belasco, and he said with emphasis that the art of writing for the stage is threatened with grave deterioration be cause all of the big authors, playwrights and novelists are now doing their work "with a constant eye" on the camera. ... . . . "II this sort of thing keeps up, he went on, we will soon see its effect on literary productions. Plays will deal onlv with situations available for pantomime, and with conditions lending themselves to portrayal on the screen. There is scarcely a playwright, or a novelist, but is constructing his productions with the idea of the work ultimately reaching thc screen. "If someone will get up and talk on that subject, instead of about frivolity and morality, we might stim ulate a more serious and a more powerful drama." Having thus expressed himself on the serious in roads which the "movies" unquestionably are making on the "legitimate" stage, the noted theatrical manager relapsed into one of his whimsical moods. "I am not ashamed to say that every Friday night finds me at some musical comedy, and as near thc front as I can get," he said with a slow smile. "I want to get as much enjoyment as possible out of the music, and the bright eyes and laughing countenances of the people on the stage. I listen with relish to their nonsense, and am immensely entertained by the love making of the handsome tenor and the beautiful so prano. After thc antics are over I leave the theater feeling better, and refreshed for the tasks of the next day. "And I also enjoy going to the circus each spring, and I am disappointed if 1 miss the pink lemonade. "It is true that we have a great many light pla I, musical comedies, and farces in New York this season, but I deny that we are more frivolous in this respect than they are in any of the large cities in Europe Here in New York it would seem that we have more, but this is because the theaters are all in OM limited district, whereas in Paris. Petrograd. London, and other places across the Atlantic they are spread out. "II a manage'r gives entertainments which cause people to laugh, to be merry, to go out of the theaters feeling happy instead of harried and full of gloom, and with a bad taste in their mouths, is he giving them only what is frivolous? If so, life is a grand funeral march, and there must be no sunshine, but only bleak, cold and dreary days, and sadness and pain are the normal and appropriate requirements of thc time."