6 THE ALIEN. I have come back—who hare been lon* away. Once more I breathe the country per fumes rare And watch the sunshine through the shimmering air Drtft to the grass like (ancles gone astray. Far. far from here, when heart and brain seemed dead And weary thought Insistent would not cease, My memory dreamed of this still world of peace— •"And I will rise and will go home!" I said. I have come back—like some poor, weary bird. Again I seek the long-forgotten spot, Where I was happy (.though I knew it not). And call to Nature—but she says no word! What have you done, oh world, what have you done? With bitter truths and cold, relentless scorn- Broken the spell—the olden charm is gone! An alien I, beneath a stranger sun! Good-by, my land of Dreams! I must away. With fevered brain and seared, rebel lious heart. Where silence is and rest, I have no part. For one remembers here—l cannot stay! Oh, not for the bluebird's joyous song— The myrtle blooms—the white syringa sprays. Nature forgets her comrade of old (lays, And greets me not—l have been gone too long! —Josephine 11. Nicholls, in Detroit Free Press. {Copyright. >897. by F Tennyson Neely.] CIIAPTER 1 1L —CONTINUED. Reno was some '.lO miles away, and not until late the next evening did the grays reach the lonely post. »ot a eign of hostile Indian had been seen or heard, said the officer in command. Small bands of hunters were out to ward Pumpkin Butte two days before. Yes, Ogallallas—and a scouting par ty, working down the valley of the Powder, had met no band at all, though trails were numerous. They were now patrolling toward the Big Horn. Per ■liaps there'd be a courier in to-morrow. Better get a good night's rest mean time, he said. But all the same he doubled his guards and ordered extra vigilance, for all men knew John Fol com. and when Folsom was anxious 011 the Indian question it was time to look alive. Daybreak cauie without a sign, but Folsom could not rest. The grays had 110 authority togo beyond Reno, but such was his anxiety that it was decided to hold the troop at the cantonment for a day or two. Mean time, despite his years, Folsom decided to push on for the Gap. All efforts to dissuade him were in vain. With him rode Baptistc, a half-breed French man, whose mother was an Ogallalla squaw, and "Bat" had served him many a year. Their canteens were filled, their saddle-pouches packed. They led along an extra mule, with camp equip age, and shook hands gravely with the officers ere they rode away. "All de pends," said Folsom, "on whether Red Cloud is hereabouts irv person. If he Is and 1 can get his ear I can probably stave off trouble long enough to get those people at the Gap back to Kear ney, or over here. They're goners if they attempt to stay there and build that post. If you don't have word from us in two days, send for all the troops the government can raise. It will take every mother's son they've got to whip the Sioux when once they're leagued together." "But our men have the new breech loaders now, Mr. Folsom," said the officers. "The Indians have only old percussion-cap rifles, and not too many of them." "But there are 20 warriors to every soldier," was the answer, "and all are fighting men." They watched the pair until they disappeared far to the west. All day long the lookouts starched the horizon. All that night the sentries listened for hoofbeats on the Bozeman road, but only the weird chorus of the coyotes woke the echoes of tlic dark prairie. Dawn of the second day came, and, un able to bear suspense, the major sent a little party, mounted on their fleet est horses, to scour the prairie at least halfway to the foothills of the Big Horn, and just at nightfall they came back—three at least—galloping like mad, their mounts a mass of foam. Folsom's dread was well founded. Red Cloud, with heaven only knows how many warriors, hud camped on Crazy Woman's Fork within the past three •days, and gone on up stream. lie might have met and fought the troops sent out three days before. lie must have met the troops dispatched to Warrior Gap. And this last, at least, he had done. For a few seconds after the fall of the buffalo bull, the watchers 011 the Jis tant ridge lay still, except that Dean, turning slightly, called to the orderly trumpeter, who had come trotting out atfer the troop commander, and was now halted and afoot some 20 yards down the slope. "Go back, Bryan," he ordered. "Halt the ambulances. Noti fy Capt. Brooks that there are lots of Indians ahead, and have the sergeant deploy the men at once." Then he turned back anxl with his field glass studied the party along the ravine. "They can't have seen us, can they, lieutenant?" muttered the trooper nearest him. But Dean's young face was prave «nd clouded. Certainly the Indians acted as though they were totally un aware of the presence of troops, but the more he thought the more lie knew that no big body of Sioux would be traveling across country at so crit ical a time (country, too, that was conquered as this was from their ene mies, the Crows), without vigilant scouts afar out on front and Hank. The more he thought the more he knew that evtn as early as three o'clock those keen-eyed fellows must have sighted his little column, con spicuous as it was because of its wag ons. Beyond question\ he told him self, the chief of the band or village so steadily approaching from the northeast had full information of their presence, and was coming confidently ahead. What had he to fear? Even though the blood of settlers and sol diers might still be red upon the hands of his braves, even though fresh scalps might be dangling at this moment from their shields, what mattered it? Did he not know that the safeguard of the Indian bureau spread like the wing of a protecting angel over him and his people, forbidding troops to molest or open fire unless they themselves were attacked? Did he not laugh in his ragged shirt sleeve at the policy of the white fool who would permit the red enemy to ride boldly up to his soldiers, count their numbers, inspect their ar ray, satisfy himself as to their arma ment and readiness, then calculate the chances, and, if he thought the force 'too strong, ride on his way with only a significant gesture in parting in sult? If, on the contrary, he found it weak, then he could turn loose his braves, surround, massacre and scalp, and swear before the commissioners sent out to investigate next moon that he and his people knew nothing about the matter —-nothing, at least, that they could be induced to tell. One moment more Dean watched and waited. Two of the Indians in the ravine were busily reloading their rifles. Two others were aiming over the bank, for, with the strange stupid ity of their kind, the other buffalo, even when startled by the shot, had never sought safety in flight, but were now sniffing the odor of blood on the tainted air and slowly, wonderingly drawing near the stricken leader as though to ask what ailed him. Obe dient and docile the Indian ponies stood with drooping heads, hidden under the shelter of the steep banks. Xearer and nearer came the big black animals, bulky, stupid, fatuous; the foremost lowered a huge head to sniff at the blood oozing from the shoulder of the dying bull, then two more shots puff«d out from the ravine, the huge head tossed suddenly in air, and the un gainly brute started and staggered, whirled about and darted a few yards away, then plung-ed on its knees, and the next moment, startled at some sight the soldier watchers could not see, the black band was seized with sudden panic and darted like mad into the depths of the watercourse, dis- Disdainfully turned their backs. appeared one moment from sight, then, suddenly reappearing, came laboring up the hither side, straight for the crest on which they lay, a dozen black, bounding, panting beasts thundering over the ground, followed by half a dozen darting Indian ponies, each with his lithe rider scurrying in pursuit. "Out of the way, men! Don't fire!" shouted Dean. And, scrambling back toward their horses, the lieutenant and his men drew away from the front of the charging herd, invisible as yet to the halted troop and to the occu pants of the ambulance, whose eager heads could be seen poked out at the side doors of the leading vehicle, as though watching for the cause of the sudden halt. And then a thiiigf happened that at least one man saw and fortunately remembered later. Bryan, the trum peter, with jabbing heels and flapping arms, was tearing back toward the troop at the moment at the top speed of his gray charger, already so near that he was shouting to the sergeant in the lead. By this time, too, that vet eran trooper, with the quick sense of duty that seemed to inspire the war time sergeant, had jumped his little column "front into line" to meet the unseen danger; so that now, with car bines advanced, some thirty blue jack ets were aligned in the loose fighting order of the prairies in front of the foremost wagon. The sight of the dis tant officer and men tumbling hur riedly to one side, out of the way pre sumably of some swiftly-coming peril, acted like magic on the line. Carbines were quickly brought to ready, the gun locks crackling in chorus as the horses pranced and snorted. But jt had a varying effect on the occupants of the leading wagon. The shout of "Indians'" from Bryan's lips, the sight of scurry on the ridge ahead brought the engineer and aid-de-camp sjH-ing ing out, rifle in hand, to take their manly part in the coming fray. It should have brought Maj. Burleigh too, but that appropriately named non combatant never showed outside. An instant more and to the sound of rising thunder, before the astonished eyei of CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 6, 1900. the cavalry line there burst into view, full tear for safety, the uncouth, yet marvelously swift-running leaders of the little herd. The whole dozen came flying across the sky line and down the gentle slope, heading well around to the left of the line of troopers, while sticking to their flanks like red net tles half a dozen warriors rode like the wind on their nimble ponies, crack ing away with revolver or rifle in sav age joy in the glorious sport. Too much for Burleigh's nerve was the combination of sounds, thunder of hoofs and sputter of shots, for when a cheer of sympathetic delight went up from the soldier line at the sight of the chase, and the young engineer sprang to the door of the ambulance to help the major out, he found him a limp and ghastly heap, quivering with terror in the bottom of the wagon, looking for all the world as if he were trying to crawl under the seat. CHAPTER IV. Away to the left of the little com mand tore the quarry and the eliase. Out on the rolling prairie, barely four hundred yards from where the ambu lance and males were backed into a tangle of traces and whiflletrees and fear-stricken creatures, another buffa lo had dropped in a heap; a swarthy rider had tumbled off his pony, cut a slash or two with ever-ready knife, and then, throwing a bead-bedizened left leg over his eager little mount, had gone lashing away after his fellows, not without a jeering slap at the halt ed soldiery. Then, in almost less time than it takes to tell it, the pursued and pursuers had vanished from sight over a low ridge a mile to the north. "Only a hunting party!" said one of the nervous recruits, with a gulp of re lief. "Only a hunting party," gasped Burleigh, as presently he heaved him self up from the floor, "and I thought I'd never find that damned gun of mine. All this fuss for nothing!" he continued, his lips still blue and quiv ering. "That green youngster up there in front hasn't learned the first princi ples of plainscraft jet. Here, Brooks," he added, loudly, "it's high time you were looking after this sub of j ours," and Brooks, despite his illness, was in deed workingout of the back doorofhis j'cllow trundle bed at the moment, and looking anxiouslj- about. But the en gineer stood pale and quiet, coollj' studying the flustered growler, and when Burleigh's shifting eyes sought that young scientist's face, what he read there —and Burleigh was "no fool —told him he would be wise to change the tune. The aid had pushed him in front of the troop and was signaling to Dean, once more in saddle and scan ning through liis glass the big band afar down the valley. "Take my horse, sir," said the ser geant, dismounting, and.the officer thanked him and rode swiftly out to join the j-oung commander at. the front. Together gazed and con sulted and still no signal came to re sume the advance. Then the troopers saw the staff officer make a broad sweep with his right arm to the south, and in a moment Dean's hat was up lifted and* Waved well out in that di rection. "Drop carbine," growled the sergeant. "By twos again. Incline to the right. Damn the Sioux, I say! Have we got to circle five miles around their hunting ground for fear of hurt ing their feelings? Come on, Jimmy," he added to the driver of the leading wagon. Jimmy responded with vig orous language at the expense of his leading mules. The quartermaster and ■engineer silentlj' scrambled in; the ambulance started with a jerk and away went, the party off to the right of the trail, the wagons jolting a bit now over the uneven clumps of bunch grass. But onee well up at the summit of the low divide the command reined in for a look at the great Indian caval cade swarming in the northeastward valley, and covering its grassy surface still a good mile away. Out from among the dingy mass came galloping half a dozen joung braves, followed by as manj- squaws. The former soon spread out over the billowy surface, some following the direction of the chase, some bounding on southwest ward as though confident of finding what they sought the moment they reached the nearest ridge; some rid ing straight to the point where laj the carcasses of the earliest victims of the hunt. Here in full view of the soldierj', but vouchsafing them no glance nor greeting whatever, two young warriors reined in their lively ponies and disdainfully turned their backs upon the spectators on the di vide, while the squaws, wfth shrill laugh and chatter, rolled from their saddles and began the drudgery of their lot—skinning and cutting up the buffaloes slaughtered by their lords. "Don't you see," sneered Burleigh, "it's nothing but a village out for u hunt—nothing in God's world to get stampeded about. We've had all this show of warlike preparations for noth ing." But he turned away again as he caught the steadj' look in the en gineer's blue eyes, and shouted to his more appreciative friend, the aid-de camp: "Well, pardner, haven't we fooled away enough time here, or have we got to await the pleasure of people that never saw Indians before?" Dean flushed crimson at the taunt. He well knew for whom it was meant, lie was indignant enough by this time to speak for himself, but the aid-de camp saved him the trouble.. "I requested Mr. Dean to halt a few moments, Burleigh. It is necessary I should know what band tlii?, is, and how many ace out." "Well, be quick about it," 6napped the quartermaster. "I want to get to Reno before midnight, and at this rate we won't make it in a week." A sergeant who could speak a little Sioux came riding back to the camp, a grin on his sun-blistered face. "Well, sergeant, what'd he say?" asked the ataff officer. "He said would I plaze goto hell, ■or," was the prompt response. "Won't he tell who they are?" "He won't, sorr. He says we know widout askin', which is thrue, sorr. They're Ogallallas to a man, barrin' the squaws and pappooses, wid ould Bed Cloud himself." "How'd you find out if they wouldn't talk?" asked the staff officer, impa tiently. " 'Twas the bucks wouldn't talk—ex cept in swear wurruds. I wasted no time on them, sorr. I pave the first squaw the last hardtack in me .saddle bag's and tould her was it Maehpealot#, and she said it was, and he was wid Box Ivaresha—that's ould Folsom —not six hour ago, an' Folsom's gone back to the cantonment." "Then the quicker we skip the bet ter," were the aid-de-camp's words. "Get lis to Keno fast as you can. Dean. Strike for the road, again as soon us we're well beyond their buffalo. Now for it! There's something behind all this bogus hunt business, and Folsom knows what it is." And every mile of the way, until thick darkness settled down over the prairie, there was something behind the trooper cavalcade—several some things—wary red men, young and wiry, who never let themselves b« seen, yet followed on over wave after wave of prairie to look to it that 110 man went back from that column to carry the news of their presence to the little battalion left in charge of the new post at Warrior Gap. It was the dark of the moon or, 41;. the Indians say. "the nights the moon is sleeping in his lodge," and by ten p. ni. the skies were overcast. Only here and there a twinkling sta. - was visible, anil only where some 11 oopcr struck a light for his pipe could u hand be seen in front of the face. The ambulance mules that had kept their steady jog during the late afternoon and the long gloaming that followed still seemed able to maintain the gait, and even the big, lumbering wagon at the rear came briskly on under the tug of its triple span, but in the intense darkness the guides at the head of the column kept losing the ro&d, and the bumping of the wagons would reveal the fact, and a halt would b" ordered, men would dismount and go bending,' and crouching and feeling their way over the almost barren surface, hunt ing among the sage brush for the dou ble furrow of the trail. Matches in numerable were consumed, and min utes of valuable time, and the quarter master waxed fretful and impatient, and swore that his mules could find their way where the troopers couldn't, and finally, after the trail had been lost and found half a dozen times, old Brooks was badgered into telling Dean to I,0!S,140 was in the gold certificates issifd by the treasury. The remainder, about $197,000,000,' if added to the visible gold in the treasury, makes a total i.i these two classes ot establishments alone of about $070.000,000. This s more than the entire estimated stock of gold in t lie I'nited States at the close of 1895. The gold supply of the country on the last day of 1896 was estimated at, $(592,947,212. The estimated ainoiin; November 1, 1900, was $1,080,(127,407 nnd it is probable that the report for December 1 will show at least $1,100,- 000,000. The treasury officials are confident that the round sum of $475,- 300,000 in treasury gold holdings will 0011 be attained, and that even $500,- >OO,OOO is not beyond reasonable ex pectation. A Hlg Show of I.ive Stoi'k, Chicago, Dec. I.—What promises to be one of the greatest live stock shows ever held will open to-day in Dexter Park pavilion at the stock yards. Over 10,000 pedigreed animals have already been, received and it is expected that this number will be in creased considerably by Monday. This display of blooded stock will repre sent a money value of over $2,000,000. Six hundred classes are listed and prizes amounting to $75,000 will be awarded. Kitchener In Command. London, Dec. 1. —The war office an nounced last evening that Lord Bob erts handed over the command of the British troops in South Africa 10 Lord Kitchener 011 Thursday. It is further announced that the queen ap proves Lord Kitchener's promotion to lieutenant general, with the rank of ireneral, while in command in South Africa. limiirgciitM are Surrounded. Colon, Colombia, Dec. 1. —The latest advices from Cartagena announce that the government forces, number ing 4,000, with artillery, now surround the insurgent forces at Corozal. The insurgents are under command of Gen. I ribe, whose request to treat for peace has been rejected. A Hallway In Mold. Bridgeport, Conn.. Dec. 1. —The sale of the Akron & Cuyahoga Falls elec tric railroad, of Ohio, to Andref armor plate, un der the agreement recently announc ed, wat> signed yesterday. DO YOU FEEL LIKE THIS? ■ Pen Picture for Women. ' " I am so nervous, there is not % well inch in my whole body. lam so weak at my stomach and have indi gestion horribly, and palpitation of the heart, and lam lofting flesh. This headache and backache nearly kills me, and yesterday I nearly had hyster ics ; there is a weight in the lower part of my bowels bearing down all the time, and pains in my groins and thighs; I cannot sleep, walk, or sit, and I believe I am diseased all over ; 110 one ever suffered as I do." This is a description of thousands of cases which come to Mrs. I'inkham's attention daily. An inflamed and ul cerated condition of the neck of the womb can produce all of these symp* Jlaa. JOHN WILLIAMS. Toms, nnd no woman should allow herself to reach such a perfection of misery when there is absolutely no need of it. The subject of our por trait in this sketch, Mrs. Williams of Englishtown, N.J., has been entirely cured of such illness and misery by Lydia E. I'inkham's Vegetable Com pound, and the guiding advice of Mrs. I'inkham of Lynn, Mass. No other medicine has such a record for absolute cures, and no other medi cine is "just as good." Women who want a cure should insist upon getting Lydia E. I'inkham's Vegetable Com pound when they ask for it at a store. Anyway, write a letter to Mrs. Pink ham at Lynn, Mass., and tell her all your troubles. Her advice is free. UNION O MAme The real worth of W. 'V L. Douglas &3.Q0 and w 93.50 Htioes compared « •with other makes is JEpfr'lß6V. 53 & 1.00 to 85.00. Fvf TS Our 94 Gilt pj cannot be equalled at ir uny price. Over 1,000,- A 000 satisfied \voarers. ||V ® Ona pair of W. L, Oougl* WfAST m cYELFTf positively outwear two pairs of ordinary We are the largest makers of raen'n 93 And S3 50 shoes in the world. We make and sell more 93 and 53.50 shoos than any other two manufacturers in the U. The reputation of W. L. DCQT Douglas $.3.00 and <3.50 Hhoea for nPOT DC.OI style, comfort, and wear in known ULUI everywhere throughout the world. AQ Kfl They have to iciv« better eati*lac- flfl 9•». WILLIAMS MFG.. CO.. Props.. CLKVKLAND OHIO. HO! FOR OKLAHOMA! U,00»,000 >rrr. new lands to open to settlement. Subscribe for THE KIOWA CHIEK. devoted to Infor. tnntion about then© lands. One year. ®1 DO. Mugl. Copy, 10,'. Subscribers receive rnM) illustrated nook on Oklahoma. Morgan's Manuali".lo pa*'. Settler's OulUe) with hue sectional map, 'J ® 1 - L • iVi >' v' / \ n. above. 41.75. Address DICK T. MORUAJJ, FbKKV,O. A B% | ■■■ | iMATICBf Van Buren'sßhen -1 j' | J | BIH I l«M matin Compound \% BJr KJ I. ■ ■ tlio unlT posltivo rnri>. l'ast ex nriri I nerleucasneaksforltseir. 1 M'J.K ||| 83 :la Ave.. t'liluaKO. HDADCV 11EW DlS(ovkky; a\rtm CI I quick relief and cures worst ykaes. IJook o? lefitlmoniftlK and 141 days* treatment ree Dr. H H. OHKEN-S SONS, Box D. Atlanta. Oa. Best Cough Syrup. Tastes Good. Use P* in t!ma Sold by drugglnts. M eHEazmzßHEnagi