Newspaper Page Text
1n-E t110 E CI CLE.
WVORLD'S HELP. The worldl is brighter for women fair, Yith the lender eyes and the ilowinJ, hair, With it., glory rare; For the re, -ripe lips that c:in smile and sing; For the touch of grace on each lowliest thing, Like the breath of spring. The world is better for women brave, W\io st:ad with the Master, strong to save, By each sinl wrought grave. Who walk with their tender .eet the way That is weary and rugged, day by d:ly, For a torn soul's stay. The world is nobler for women true, Who carry the freshness of morning's dew At noon's high hue; Who see, with their clear soul-vision, far To the glory that shines where no time can mar Like the changeless star. The world is stronger for women pure, Who shine in their sphere, serene and sure From all thl.e alure; Whose snowy palms are not ashamed to fold Over hands that are rough and stained and cold, " With a ssving hold. --- ,--.---BQ------ Written for the Rocky Mountain IIusbandman. THE INDIAN CAMPAIGN OF 1876. BY CAPT. W. CLIFFORD, U. S. A. About four hours ago Bostwick and Tay lor, (white scouts), started to find General Custer. They have just returned and re port a large body of Indianls moving across the Little Big IIorn valley from the diree tion of T''ullock's Fork, and now the ,uppo silion is that these fellows were lying in wait for us in the pass between Tullock's Fork and the Little Big Horn, and failing to catch us in that trap, have concluded to scatter. We lie down full of anxiety for Custer. Many believe that he has been de lceted and is now hemmed in not far from tu, hut all are loth to take this view of the situation. June 27.-PResumed the march at 7 A. M. Quite a number of Indian ponies were pick ed up, and uipon reaching a low hill, could plainly see two skin lodges and a number of horses among the bottom timber. Capt. Ball, 2d cavalry, had gone ahead and could be seen charging on a run, but at what we could not determine. Nearing the two lodges, we found the ground strewn with Indian camp equipage, piles of lodge-poles tied together ready for traveling, biffalo robes, saddles, cooking utensils, coffee-mills, china tdisihes, new spat;cis, axes, guns, pistols, horn spoons, wooden soup bowls, all lying in the utmost confusion, as though this were the, prelude to a hurried stampede. Numbers of Indian (togs were about. 'They lied like wolves oni our approach. Every one was possess ed with a burning curiosity to examine the numerous articles lying scattered about, and often was the caution to the men to "re main in the ranks" repeated. Double bar roled shot-guns, rifles, knives and pistols of unique patterns were picked up by the men only to be thrown away after being carried a short distance. In spite of the order of "silence, men," a low and continuous hum of voices could be heard. Arriving at the lodges, we found a num ber of dead horses lying around them in a circle, shot. Inside the lodges were the bodies of eight warriors, lying in state-five in one lodge, three iii the other. Soon I picked up a cavalry officer's pantaloons, stained with blood. Dr. Paulding called me and showed a coat with " Lieut. Porter, 7th cavalry" marked on the lining, a bullet hole through the right breast and deeply stained with blood. Now we begin to find cavalry saddles, and to realize that there must be truth in the report of the Crow scouts that Custer's: force had been defeated. Soon, like a clap ,f thunder, causing the bravest among uts to blench, came a report from the opposite side of the river that Lieut. Bradly had found one. hundred and nincty-six dead cavalrymen on the hills, and the question arose on all sildes, " Where's Custer? Where's Cnstel ?" Every one was wrought up to the most intense pitch of ex citement. Our advance gnarl. about five miles ahead, was in pin iin li!ght, andt we suddenly saw them d:ash,. on a run, into a body of thnber, and looking to the hill top on the other side of the river,. could see a party of horsemen. and soon Lieut. Jacobs, 7th in ' itry, wht..hatl gone w.h the advauce, came on a run with the intelligence that the men in the hills to the right were MaNor Reno and his command of 250 men, all that were left of four companies. Hie knew nothing of Custer, but stated that he himself, with three companies, had charged through the village and had met with such'a hot reception that he was oblig ed to take to the hills, from whence, but.for our timely arrival, not one of them would have escaped, as they were surrounded on all sides by splendidly armed and mounted Indians, and could only obtain water at the imminent risk of their lives. The red scouts who are still with us think that there were not less than twelve hun dred lodges here besides a great number of wicky-ups. They, (the seouts), as well as old frontieimen, think that there could not have been less than from four to five thou sand warriors, and even that they consider a low estimate. The Sioux have disappeared like a scene in a magic lantern-triumphant. Some of Custer's command are missing. Have they fallen alive into the hands of their pitiless enemies? Woe to them if they have. Better to have fallen, far better, in their tracks beside their dauntless chief. A Crow scout, Curly, is also missing, and hopes are entertained that he may have es caped. We go into camp on Reno's battle field, just at the point where the Indians had him surrounded in the timber. For years the Sioux have been in the habit of making here a winter camp, and when the ground was so covered with snow as to ren(er it difficult for their animals to graze, they made a practice of cutting down the cottonwood trees, the bark of which furnishes the horses a very nutritious food. The dry wood the next year supplied the savages with an abundance of dry fuel. The grass grows to an unusual height among this dead timber. Dry brush is abundant. In such a place as this was Reno acd his men surrounded by the Indians. They, (the Indians), set fire to the grass, and though the flames did not reach Reno, it bade fair to do so. The smoke was very dense, and at best they could not long have remained in such a trap. Their only safety lay in flight.. .Had they remained not a man of the party would have escaped. I ob tained my information on all concerning this part of the affair from scout George hlerendeen, who was with Reno. and who is a cool, determined frontiersman of an extended experience of the platins. lie tells me that about five miles above where we are now camped they left the high ground on the right of the Litile Big Horn, and fol lowed along down the bottom. They found two or three deserted lodges. Custer, withl his part of the command, had followed along the high ridge, and the pack train, under charge of Benteen, was some distance behind. When near this point of timber the tables were turned on them by the Sioux charging them, instead of they the Sioux. They were driven into the timber and halted to re-form. Here Reno must have taken in the gravity of the situation, and' arrived at the conclusion to make for the hill-tops, and fortunate indeed that he did so. Reaching the hills, they made a most desperate fight, the Sioux charging to within twenty feet of the hastily thrown up earth works. They had finished Custer by this time, and now turned their entire atten. tion to Reno. contenting them'selves, after the ffl'st effort, with merely drawing around him a line too strong for him to break through, and at a range too great for his carbines. His position was almost four hundred yards from water, and surrounded as he was on all sides, it was almost certain death to attempt to reach the riuter. But water they must have, and whiile one part of his force charged in one direction another mad:e a break for a deep ravine that led to the river. The line of communication was thenceforth kept open. The soil of the hill-tops is a close, hara gravel and clay. To entrench themselves here, they used tin plates camps, case-knives, sheath-kuives, anything, in fact, that would dig. As twilight failed the careful Sionx would draw their lines more closely around their seemingly (loomed victims, and'as daylight approached, would retire beyond` the reach of the carbines, and then sharp shooting be came.the order ot_. the day. Certain. death to remain where they were; torture and death to surrender, their hopes, as they gratefully acknowledged to us, were faint indeed. Such trained and experienced scouts as Girard and Henderson would per haps have stolen away as a last resort, but even they must bring into play all their skill and cunning, and then mayhap lose at the last moment. Our camp is surrounded with ghostly re mains of the recent butchery. The days are scorching hot and still, and the air is thick with the stench ot thefcstering bodies. WVe miss the laughing gaiety that usually attends a body of soldiery even on the bat tle field. A brooding sorrow hangs like a pall over our every thought. It seems too horrible for belief-that we must awake and find it only a shuddlering dream. Every sound comes to us in a muffled monotone, and a dull, dogged feeling of revenge seems to be the prevailing sentiment. The repul sive looking green flies that have been feast ing on the swolen bodies of the dead, are attracted to the camp fires by the smell of cooking meat- They come in such swarms that a persevering swing of a tree branch is necessary to keep them from settling on the food. An instant's cessation of the motion of the branch and they pounce down upon the morsel that is being conveyed to the mouth. They crawl over the neck and face, into the eyes and ears, under the sleeves with a greedy eagerness and such clammy, sticky feet as to drive taste and inclination for food away. Let us bury our dead and flee from this rotting atmosphere. [To be continued.l --iptea ---- WHY WOMEN SHOULD READ. Laying aside the thought of our own rest and comfort, let us look a little higher. For our children's sake we must make the most of ourselves. Many an unselfish mother has said, " Oh, I can't take. all this time, there are so many things to do for the child ren." She does not realize that she may do more for them in the end by cultivating ller self than if she spends all her time on clothes and cooking. A generosity which makes the recipient weak or selfish is not a blessing but a curse. Have you. not seen grown up sons who snubbed their mother's opinions in the same breath with which they called her to bring their slippers.? The meek little woman has "trotted round" to wait on them so long that they have come to think that that is all she is good for. Their sisters keep " Ma" in the background because she "hasn't a bit of style," and is "so uncultivated," forgetting that she has always worn shabby clothes that they might wear finnE ones; that her hands have become horny with hard work that theirs might be kept soft and white for the piano, and that she has denied herself books and leisure that they might have both. And there are other children, too noble for such base in gratitude, who feel a keen though secret loss as they kiss the dear, withered cheek and think how much more of a woman 'nmother" might have been if she had not shut herself away from the culture and sweet companionship of books.-Scribner. HENRY IBEIRGH. An illustrated paper, by Mr. C. C. Buel, in Scribner for April, contains an account of Mr. BuIrgh's unique and in'tcresting work, and this sketch of the personnel of the man: " Thirteen years of devoted labor have wrought no very great change in the ap pearance and manner of Hlenry Berg:1. If the lines of his care worn lace have multi plied, they also have responded to the kind ly intluence ot public sympathy and the release of his genial disposition from aus tere restraint. A visitor who had no claims on Mr. Bergh's indulgence once remarked, "I was alarmed by the dignity of his I)res ence and disarmed by his politeness." Since Horace Greeley's death, no figure more familiar-to the public has walked the streets of the metropolis. Nature gave him an ab solute patent on every feature and manner of his personality. His commanhding stra nre of six feet is magnified by his erect mid dlignified bearing. A silk hat with straight rim covers his head. A dark brown over coat increasels his broad shoulders and spare yet sinewy tigure. A decisive hand grasps a caue, strong enough to lean upon and competent to be a defense without looking like a standing menace. When his cane or even. his flnger is raise lin warning, the cruel driver is quick to understand and heed the gesture. On the crowded street he walks with a slow, slightly swinging pace peculiar to himself. Apparently preoccu pied, he is yet observant of everything about him, and mechanically notes the condition from head to hoot of every passing horse. Everybody looks into the long, solemn, fine ly chiseled and bronzed face wearing an ex pression of firmness and benevolence. Brown locks tringe a broad and rounded forehead. Eyes between blue and hazel, lighted by intellectual fires, are equally ready to dart authority or show compassion. There is energy of character in a long nose ot the purest Greek type; melancholy in a mouth rendered doubly grave by deep lines, thin lips and a sparse, drooping moustache,. and determination in a square chin of leon- ine strength. The head, evenly poised, is set on a stout neck, rooted to broad shoul ders. In plainess, gravity, good taste, indi viduality and unassuming an'i self-possessed dignity, his personality is a compromise be tween a Quaker and a French nobleman, whose life and thoughts no liss.than long descent, are a title to nobility. HIS NEWSPAPER EXPERIENCER "Nine years ago I found myself a proof: reader on the Peoria Transcript. Previous to that 1 had received the education that Pe oria High Schools treat young people to. After awhile I start a paper of my own the Peoria Review. I ran it two years. It was a comforting sort of paper.. It brought to me a few cares, but no uncertainty. I knew every Monday mornihg that on the next Saturday night I would not hkve enough money to piy the hands. Duri~g my career as editor of that wretched slieet it never disappointed me in that particular -not once. Finally the sheriff took me in to partnership, and there was a glorious in crease of activity... lie was an enterprising man, very. lie realized more in an hour than I had done in two years. Presently the partnership dissolved, and I looked around toi' something to do. I thought I would try to get on the tBurlingto Hawkeye. It was a sober, staid old paper,' financially solid. I was young and active. Thought I, '1 think I can do that paper. good. If I: can get on the staff am sure It will do me good.' Well, I was thinking of going over there when one day its business, manager, Mr. Wheeler, came to see me and offered me the position as city editor and reporter. Well, if 1 live ten thousand years it will not be a long enough time for me to be suf ficientl:y thankful that I accepted the offer, and besides that I anm very proud of the fact thatthey sent for me. It gave me an inde pendence of personal satisfaction that I have never recovered from. I suppose now that I have as good a newspaper position as any body in the world. I do as I please, go away from town whenever I want to,. and write whatever I feel like writing. about.. The Ilawkeye demands one thing, however, -a column a day, which I usually write oa. the train. It is easier to do it there than,. anywhere.else. A man with his eyes open can't travel a mile without finding a sub ject."-Hawkeye Burdette; a# Philadelphia. GOLDEN SHEAVES. The bliss for which our spirits pine, That bliss we feel shall yet be given Somehow, in some far realm divine, Some marvelous state.we name a heaven -To-morrow is the dlay on whi\:h lazy folks work and fools reform.. -A man seldom improves who has no better model than himself. -No one is more profroundly sad than he who laughs too much. --Life is common property ; but fame be longs to great souts only. -It should be oyUr desire to say only good of others, and to scatter flowers, instead of briers, along our earthly way. -There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded than a communicative iman or wo man with nothing to communicate. -Write your name in kindness, love and mercy, on the hearts of, those you come in contact with, .and you will never be for gotten. -Those who, smarting under the whips and stings of active life, look enviously upon the calmness of studious retirement, mis take.outward quietness for inward peace.