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and the Sioux COPYRIGHT, (900 VT W. A. PATTEEJON ASHINGTON. A litho graph that has survived the attacks of time shows Gen. Nelson A. Miles and Col. W. F. Cody mounted on spir ited horses and over- w looking from a bluff the last great camp of the Sioux Indians when com ing in from the warpath. The Sioux surrendered to Gen. Miles in Janu ary, 1891, but they came very near, a few days after the surrender, to the point of breaking away once more. The story of it is this: Gray dawn was breaking at the Pine Ridge agency when an Indian runner broke headlong into the vil lage of the surrendered Sioux. He stopped at the tepees of the prin cipal warriors long enough to shout a message, and then leaving the camp where its end rested against an abrupt hill, he made his way with a plainsman's stealth to the group of agency buildings, circling which and extending beyond, crowning ridge after ridge, were the white Sibley tents of the soldiers. Breakfast was forgotten in the troubled camp of the Sioux. The chiefs and the greater braves rushed to quick council and the lesser war riors, the squaws and the children stood waiting with dogged patience In the village streets. The council was over. An old chief shouted a word of command that was caught up and passed quickly to the farthest outlying tepee. An army might have learned a lesson from that which followed the short, sharp order. Mounted men shot out from the village and as fast as fleet-footed ponies, pressed to their utmost, could accomplish the distances every out lying ridge was topped with the fig ure of rider and horse, silhouetted against the morning sky. Every sentinel warrior had his eyes on the camps of the white soldiery. Sud denly from the east of the agency, where lay the Sixth cavalry, there came a trumpet call that swelled and swelled and ended in one ringing note that sang in and out of the valleys and then, subdued to softness, floated on to be lost in the prairie wilderness beyond. The motionless figure of one of the hilltop sen tinels was moved to instant life. A signal ran from ridge to ridge, finally to be passed down ward into the camp of the waiting Sioux, who •" , sprang into action at its coming. The pony herds of the Sioux were grazing on the hills to 'tothe west, unrestrained of their freedbm by lariat w *3r herdsman. In number they nearly equaled the people of the village, a few ponies for emer gency use only having been kept within the camp. Upon the ponies in the village jumped waiting warriors, who broke out of the shelter of the tepees for the hills where the herds were foraging on the snow-covered bunch grass. It seemed but a passing moment before every pony in that great grazing herd was headed for the village. The animals were as obedient to the word of command as is a brave to the word of his chief. During the gathering of the ponies the women of the camp had slung their papooses to their backs, had collected the camp utensils and were standing ready to strike the tepees, while the braves, blanketed and with rifles in their hands, had thrown themselves between the village and the camps of the soldiers of Gen. Miles. The Sioux, who had surrendered less than a week before, were preparing to stampede from the agency and to make necessary the repeating of a campaign that had lasted for months. The Indian runner had brought word that Great Chief Miles .had ordered his soldiers to arms early in the morning and that the surrendered Sioux were to be massacred to the last man, woman and child. The medicine men had told the Indians that this was to be their fate and the runner’s word found ready belief. Miles sent a courier with a reassuring message to the chiefs, but they would not believe. The braves prepa. 3d to kill before they were killed and everything was in readiness for the flight of the squaws and papooses, while the war riors, following, should fight the soldiers lusting for the Sioux blood. Gen. Miles had planned a review of the forces Jn the field as a last act of the campaign, and it wffas the order for the gathering and the march ing that had been taken as an order of massacre by the suspicious Sioax. The soldiers passed on and the review began, but out on the hills the Indian sentinels still stood, and between the marching whites and the village were the long lines of braves still sus picious and still ready to give their lives for the women and children in the heart of the valley. What a review was that on the snow-covered South Dakota plains that January morning 15 years ago! Gen. Miles on his great black horse watched the 5,000 soldiers pass, soldiers that had stood the burden of battle and the hardships of a winter’s campaign and had checked one of the greatest Indian uprisings of history. The First infantry, led by Col. Shatter, who aft erward was in command in front of Santiago, was there that day. Guy V. Henry, now lying in peace ful Arlington cemetery, rode at the head of his black troopers, the “bufTalo soldiers” of the Sioux. Capt Allen W. Capron was there with the battery that afterward opened the battle at Santiago. The Seventh cavalry w r as there, two of its troops, B and K, having barely enough men left in the ranks to form a platoon. These two troops had borne the brunt of the fighting at Wounded Knee a month before when 90 men of the Seventh fell killed or wounded be fore the bullets of the Sioux. When the two troops with their attenuated ranks rode by, the reviewing general removed his cap, an honor oth erwise paid only to the colors of his country. The column filed past, broke into regiments, then into troops and companies, and the word of dismissal was given. The Indian sentinels on the ridges, signaled the camp in the valley. In anoth er minute there was a stampede, but it was only that of the thousands of Sioux ponies turned loose and eager to get back to their breakfast o. bunch grass on the prairies. Two Strike, the Sioux, watched the review that day. Old Two Strike was one or the warriors w-ho went out with a following of braves on the warpath the month previous. Two Strike wore no ghost shirt. He was above such superstition, even though he took no pains to urge his com rades to follow his shirtless example. Two Strike was glad of the craze that had brought war, for he hated tbe whites harder than he hated anything on earth except tbe Pawnees, the hereditary enemy of his people. Two Strike knew in his soul that the buffalo were not coming back as the medicine men had declared, and that no Messiah was to be raised to ipad his people against the pale faces to wipe them from off the face of the continent. What he did know was that he was to have one more chance to strike at the encroachers on the lands of his people ba fore the enfeeblenients of old age took the strength from his arm. Two Strike was a great warrior. He had fought on many a field and he had won his name from the overcoming of two warrior foes who had at tacked him when he was alone on the prairie. Single handed he had fought and killed them and "Two Strike” he had been from that day. He was the leader in ‘the last battle which took place be tween hostile bands of savages on the plains of America. For years without number the two na tions. the Sioux and the Pawnees, had hated each other. In one of Cooper’s novels Hard Heart, a Paw nee, taunts a Sioux thus: “Since waters ran and trees grew, the Sioux has found the Pawnee on his warpath.” The fight in which Two Strike was the leader of the Sioux was fought against the Pawnees on the banks of a little stream known as “The Frenchman,” in Nebraska in the year 1874. In the valley of the Platte river the buffalo were plenty, but the Pawnees had said that the Sioux should not hunt there and they defied them to come. "The Pawnee dogs called the Sioux wom en,” said the story-teller and old Two Strike sneered. It was when the grass was at its best that the Sioux started for the country of the Pawnee. The teller of the tale made no secret of the intention of the Sioux to exterminate the Pawnees, sparing neither women nor children if the chance for their killing presented itself. - * Two Strike and his Sioux reached the edge of the buffalo country and there they waited oppor tunity. They did not have to wait long. Runners told them that the Pawnees in full strength had started on a great hunting expedition led by Sky Chief, a noted warrior. When the name of Sky Chief fell from* the lips of the interpreter old Two Strike smiled and closed his fist. The Sioux left their encampment and struck into the heart of the hunting country. There a scout told them that the enemy was encamped in a prairie gulch and that their women and children were with them to care for the hides and for the drying of the meat of the buffalo. Two Strike led his men by "away around.” as the interpreter put it, coming finally to a point less than half a sun’s distance from the camp in the valley. The Sioux struck a small herd of buf falo and they goaded the animals before them right up to the mouth of the gulch. When the buffalo were headed straight into the valley the Sioux pricked the hindmost with arrows and the herd went headlong toward the encampment of the Pawnees, who “were foolish men” and did not watch for an enemy. When the I’awnees saw the buffalo they mount ed their ponies and followed them out through the far end of the valley to the level plain, leaving the women and children behind. Then the Sioux went in to the slaughter, spar ing neither infancy nor a&e, and they had almost ended the killing when the Paw'nee braves re turned. Then followed the last great battle which has been fought on the plains between tribes of red men. The story-teller in the tepee at Pine Ridge did not say so, but it is known from the account of a white man, Adabel Ellis, who knew the cir cumstances. that the Pawnees fought that day as they had always fought, bravely and to the death. Sky Chief, the Pawnee, rode out in front of his men, shook his hand and called out that Two Strike, the Dakota, was a coward., Then Two Strike called back that the Pawnee was a dog’s whelp and he rode out, armed with his knife, which was the only weapon Sky Chief held. The two leaders met and fought. They dis mounted, turned their ponies loose and grappled. The story-teller lingered not on the details of tbe fight. He said simply, “the Pawuees heard Sky- Chief’s death cry.” The tale ended. Two Strike rose, bared his right arm, drove his hand downward and then upward, and smiled Trumpet and bu gle calls of "boots and saddles” and "assembly” b u r dened the air. The troopers and "dough* boys” had fallen in, 5,000 strong. The column started west with flags and gui dons fluttering. The head of the com mand, the greatest that had been gath ered together up to that time since the days of the civil war, reached the bluff above the Sioux village. A shout would have started stam pede of the savages; a shot would have been the signal for a volley from the warriors lying be tween the white col umn and the vil lage. TO QUENCH THIRST GOOD AND SATISFYING DRINKS IN HOT WEATHER. Constant Gulping Down of Iced Water Is a Mistake—Lemonade, without Sugar, Probably the Best of All. How do you quench your summer thirst? Probably unwisely. Most of us do. Liquids are good for us if taken ju diciously; very bad for us if we fol low the usual American plan of gulp ing iced drinks, wholesale. It is folly to condemn iced water. Tt is a necessity in this country. It is not necessary to drink it as we do. A glass of ice water sipped slowly not only never hurts anyone, but more quickly quenches the thirst than If swallowed by the gobletful. Above all do not gulp it when very much overheated. A young girl did this last summer and within a few hours was at death’s door with inflam mation of the stomach. Thirst will be more quickly quenched when very warm if one puts bits of cracked ice in the mouth and lets them dissolve. One young woman who Is forbidden, on account of diabetes, from drinking much water, gets relief from her an noying thirst by packing her throat in cloths wrung out of cold water. She will sometimes renew the appli cation several times. She also moist ens her lips with shaved ice over which lemon has been sprinkled. Though few believe it. thirst is more quickly allayed in summer by drinking hot water than cold. One cup of the former will suffice where it would be necessary to pour down sev eral glasses of iced drinks. Most sweetened drinks create thirst. Lemonade for this reason is not ad visable. Lemon and water, a half lemon in a tumblerful, is much better. For the same reason a plain ginger or lemon soda is more satisfying than an ice cream soda, if one is very thirsty. Alcoholic drinks rarely quench the thirst. For this reason and because they are too overheating, they should be taken sparingly in hot weather. The boasted summer drink, mint ju lep. is only cooling for a minute, in tensely heating and thirst creating later. Root beer that is not too sweet and is very cold is a better summer drink than lemonade, as it allays thirst and has a tonic effect. Iced tea is prob ably one of the most satisfying drinks on a hot day, when tormented by •that summer thirst.” Scones. Sift into a bowl a quart of flour, a teaspoonful of salt and two table spoonfuls of baking powder. Chop into this two heaping tablespoonfuls of shortening. Moisten with enough milk to make a soft dough, turn out upon a pastry board and roll into a sheet a half-inch thick. Cut into rounds and bake on a soapstone grid dle, turning when done on one side. The scones should be a delicate brown in color. Split and butter as soon as lone. Celery Mustard Eggs. For one dozen hard boiled eggs make a sauce of one cupful of cream, one tablespoonful mustard, two table spoonfuls sugar, one well beaten egg, a little salt, one tablespoonful butter, one tablespoonful flour, one-half cup vinegar, one-fourth teaspoonful celery seed. Mix mustard and flour, then gradually stir in cream, add other in gredients, and boil until thickened. Cut eggs into halves and pour sauce | over them. Ice Cream Croquettes. Dip cold vanilla ice cream with a cone shaped mold, then dip into mac aroons dried in the oven and rolled fine. Stand each croquette on a fancy plate and surround it with almond sauce, made by this rule: Mix a heaping teaspoonful of cornstarch with a little cold water, stir it into a cup of sugar and two cups of water. Boil five minutes, flavor with almond extract, then add half cupful of finely chopped almonds. Mock Turtle Soup. Boil a calf’s liver and heart with a knuckle of veal for three or four hours, skimming well; then strain ofT. Chop meat fine and add to it a chopped onion, salt, pepper and ground cloves to taste; thicken, if necessary, with a little flour, browned. Cook again in the liquor. Have the yolks of four or five hard boiled eggs cut up for the tureen; also slices of lemon. A Baking Hint. It is a bad habit to be continually opening your oven door while any thing is cooking—if you cook on a gas range. It has an injurious effect upon the food and is also unnecessary as the heat from a gas range can *il ways be regulated. Instead, ascertain how long it takes to cook the desired article of food and watch the clock— ' the gas range will take care of itself. Batter Pudding with Peaches. Beat two eggs without separating until very light; add to them one-half of a pint of milk, then three cupfuls of flour; beat until smooth. Add a tablespoonful of melted butter; two teaspoonfuls of baking powder; beat again, and stir in carefully six peaches pared and cut into squares. Pour this into the mold and boll constantly for two hours. Use for Radish Tops. The tops of radishes, if stewed with several slices of bacon, make a de lightfully appetizing dish of greens. It may be used Instead of spinach. I AS STRAIGHT MEN SEE HIM. The Dead-Beat Is Probably the Most Despised Creature That Walks the Earth. No man is wholly free from sin, but so many lesser evils are tolerated that a man should hesitate long before be coming a dead-beat. Criminals are de spised and abhorred, but to the dead beat all that is coming, as well as the contempt of his fellow men. There is something at once so mean and so lit tle in taking advantage of the confi dence which comes with friendship that the hand of every man is turned against a dead-beat as soon as his reputation is well established. Tne dead-beat may fondly imagine he is living easy and making money with out work, and, of course, he takes no account of the confidence he violates and the hardships he inflicts on oth ers. But, that aside, he really has a harder time than the man who is honest and fair. He is compelled to move a good deal, and peace of mind he knows not. Like other types of crooks, he doesn’t prosper, and his finish Is more unpleasant than the be ginning.—Atchison Globe. WHAT HE FOUND HARD. “Hit suttinly must be hard, Sambo, to have de reputation foah chicken stealin’ wot you’ve got!” “Yaßs, chile, but chickens is so scarce nowadays, dat de hardest part is tryin’ ter live up ter dat reputa tion!” Like an Earthquake. Former High Sheriff Chesterfield C. Middlebrooks, whose bungalow at Highland lake stands partly over the lake on stone and cement foundations, was awakened at four o’clock the other morning by loud noises which he says shook his bungalow like an earth tremor. He says that after the household had been shaken out of a sound sleep, he, not waiting to dress, went outside to ascertain the cause of the noise. He found, he says, that a monster frog had its bed directly under the bungalow. The frog weighed fully six pounds, he says, and every time it croaked the bungalow cracked and shook. Mr. Middlebrooks bought an anchor, strong rope and enough red flannel to bait 100 hooks, and will try to save his property by capturing the bull frog.—Winsted (Conn.) dispatch to New York World. Pleasant for Mr. Bennett. William S. Bennett, a represents tive from New York city, w r ent to ad dress a political meeting in his dis trict one night, when he was much younger than he is now. "The chairman,” said Bennett, “wa* a very literal person. He looked at the gallery, where one woman was sit ting, and said: ‘Lady and gentlemen, this is a most momentous campaign. There are grave issues to be dis cussed. Later we will hear from our best speakers, but, for the present, we will listen to Mr. Bennett.’ ” Strictly After Nature. A public building was in course of erection in one of the western towns of Scotland, in front of which a bust of The Bruce was being carved. A well-known bailie halted opposite the sculptor one day and called out: “I say, sculptor, d’ye no think ye hae that beard inclining a wee thing to the left?” “Man, bailie,” said the sculptor, "d’ye no see the win’s blawin’ up the street the noo?” —Tid-Bits. Then He Moved On. “Hello!” said the bore, leaning over the office railing, "what’s new this morning?” "That paint you’re leaning against.” gleefully replied the busy man.—Cale donian. Sore throat is no trifling ailment. It will sometimes carry infection to the en tire system through the food that is eaten. Ilamlins Wizard Oil is a sure, quick cure. When you hear a girl speak of a young man as being a bear—well, you can draw your own conclusions. PERRY DAVIS’ PAINKILLER 1b the bent, safest and nurent remedy for cramps, colic and diarrhea. 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