VOL. XIV. Sri3W 1JA.., TUESDAY, BJJlJTI3M13Elt 7, 1BHO. NO. 30.
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Captured by the Indians.
ON the evening of July 12, 1804, a
small party were encamped on the
prairie, near the Black Hills, being on
the road from Idaho to Kansas. They
consisted of five men, a lady named Mrs.
Kelly, with her niece seven years ot oge.
They were on the familiar, well-known
trail from Fort Laramie, over which
hundreds and thousands had passed,
and there were other trains in front and
rear, bo that none entertained a thought
of danger.
It was just growing dark, and the two
colored men were busy preparing sup
per. The Little Box Elder flowed at
their feet, its bluffs rising abruptly on
the opposite side. Mr. Kelly had started
off to determine the best point for cross
ing, when all at once a couple of hun
dred Sioux warriors appeared on the
bluffs, and swooped down upon the
astounded emigrants.
The latter were powerless, and the
next minute three of the whites lay
dead, one vanished in the darkness, and
Mrs. Kelly and her niece were prisoners.
The change was as sudden as awful.
The two were forced to mount a horse
which was led by an Indian, the plun
dered teams and the dead being left
behind.
They had not traveled far, when Mrs.
Kelly formed a plan of escape for her
niece. She began tearing into small
pieces a number of letters which she had
about her person, and stealthily dropped
them to the ground as they rode along.
At the same time she called the atten
tion of little Mary to them, and directed
her, when the time came, to let herself
down from the horse, and run back
upon the trail thus marked out, until
she should reach the plundered camp,
where she was to await the arrival of
some of the other emigrant trains that
were not far behind.
This suggestion was carried out, the
girl slipping down so quietly that her
absence was not noted. She started on
a run across the prairie, there being just
sufficient light for her to detect the
white bits of paper which marked her
path.
The success of her niece in getting
away awakened a hope in the heart of
Mrs. Kelly that she might do the same
thing, though she could not but know
that the chances were much against It.
She was not a heavily-built woman, and
she managed, after a time, to reach the
ground ; and she, too, at once started on
the back trail as fast as she could make
her way over the prairie.
She was speedily missed, however,
and the Sioux rode out so as to form an
Immense circle, when all began moving
in toward the center. The search was
not prosecuted very long, when the
crouching figure was discovered in the
grass, and retaken.
At the same time another party gal
loped on in search of the little girl, who
sped along with a light step, until day
light, when she saw she was so close to
the trail that only a narrow ravine in
tervened. Just then she observed three soldiers
approaching, and with a cry of joy ran
toward them with outstretched arms.
But the Indians were still closer, and
they spurred their hones forward on a
dead run. Mary ran with might and
main, and the soldiers hesitated at sight
of the red-skins.
A minute later they shot the little
fugitive dead, and with her golden
haired scalp fluttering from the girdle
t one, they cantered back to the war
party. Mrs. Kelly did not learn this until
many weeks afterward, but she enjoyed
the faint pleasure of believing the little
one had effected her escape.
The situation of the lady herself was
frightful to the last degree. She could
not tell whether her husband was alive,
nor did she know what was to become
of herself.
Her mental torture would have over
turned her reason but for her terrible
bodily suffering. A long Btrotch of arid
desert Intervened between the Laramie
trail and the destination of the Sioux,
and the ride over this was so severe that
the lady more than once felt she must
succumb and die.
She was compelled to ride one horse
and lead another, and the latter was an
ugly brute, which continually Jerked
his head backward with such violence
a9 to draw her to the ground, when she
was beaten for falling.
Her distress from thirst was so great
that her mind occasionally wandered,
and she seemed proportionately dull In
comprehending the commands of her
captors, thus Insuring harsher treatment
than ever.
The Sioux, however subjected her
to no greater indignities than that of
blows.
Once, when thoroughly worn out and
despairing, she flung away a valuable
pipe of the chief, which she was given
to carry. This so enraged him that the
compauy was halted, she was tied to a
tree, and wood piled around her, with
the Intention of burning her to death.
But the plan was changed, and it was
agreed that she should be tied to a horse,
like Mazeppa, shot to death with arrows
and then left upon the back of the
eteed.
At tht9 Juncture, the captive drew a
roll of greenbacks from her bosom, and
offered all to them if they would spare
her life. They weren't sensible enough
to appreciate this beautiful currency,
but they became interested In the fine
engraving, and asked her to explain it.
She made this explanation so pleasing
that they forgot all about the dreadful
death provided for her.
The dreadful ride was at last finished,
and she was established with the Sioux.
Here Bhe was threatened with death
more than once, but providentially she
escaped, and her captors gradually form
ed a liking for her.
She sang and Instructed them, and
soon the Sioux came to treat her with
great deference and respect. Many an
entire evening was spent by her in talk
ing to them of religion and in singing,
while they sat around her, apparently
enthralled with her words and per
formances. A stalwart warrior known as Jumping
Bear finally fell head-over-ears In love
with the handsome white captive, and
began playing the simpleton around
her.
When he came to the point, Mrs.
Kelly kindly explained to him that her
religion permitted but one husband and
one wife, and, as she was already mar
ried, she could not offend the Great
Spirit by marrying him.
Jumping Bear comprehended the situ
ation, heaved a prodigious sigh, and
couldn't see any way to help himself.
It should be stated, at this point, that
on the night of the massacre of the little
emigrant party, on the Laramie Trail,
Mr. Kelly escaped the fate that overtook
most of his companions. He was a
short distance from camp, on his horse,
and was thus warned in time.
Learning that his wife and niece were
carried off, the husband did everything
in his power for their recovery. He
organized private rescuing parties, and
the army gave assistance. He frequent
ly paid different Indians hundreds of
dollars, under a pledge that they would
bring Mrs. Kelly back, but they ' were
never seen again.
He continued his efforts in every pos
sible way that could suggest itself, and
yet never as much as obtained the
slightest real clue as to her where
abouts. Finally be despaired, and concluded
that she was dead. This belief was
strengthened by the discovery of the
dead body of little Mary, whose fate he
feared was the same as that of his wife.
The result of these continued rewards
and attempts to secure the captive was
a general conviction among the Stoux
that the time was at hand when they
I could no longer hold her.
Mrs. Kelly herself made several at
tempts to get away, but the Indians
were too vigilant, and she was not per
mitted to obtain much of a start.
The Sioux treated her with great kind
ness, and were so fearful of losing her
that a council was held to consider the
matter.
The chief who led the worrlors at the
time of Mrs. Kelly's capture made a
vehement speech, In which he counseled
his friends to use deceit In their dealings
with the whites, since the latter had
always employed It toward them.
An alurniiug programme was then
arranged.
It was agreed to collect all the hostile
Indians possible, and then send over
tures to the commandant at Fort Sully
for the restoration of the white squaw, a
large number of warriors appearing, on
a certain day, at the fort, as her escort.
Then, upon a preconcerted signal, a
rush was to be made upon the garrison,
all of whom were to be massacred.
Mrs. Kelly was accordingly sent to
the Blackfeet Indians, In order that they
might unite in dealing the blow.
While she was there, Man-Afrald-of-his-IIorses
rode into the camp of the
Blackfeet, Buperbly mounted and capar
isoned. He shook hands with Sirs.
Kelly, expressed himself very kindly
toward her, and then galloped off again.
The very steed and equipment with
which the old scoundrel was making
such a spread were given him by Mr.
Kelly, on condition, that Man-Afrald-of-h
la-Horses should ascertain whether the
captive white woman was the missing
wife. He went back to Mr. Kelly with
the report that there was no white
woman at all among the Ogalallas,
which Just then happened to be fact, as
she was with the Blackfeet.
The scheme became known to Mrs.
Kelly, who determined to save the gar
rison at Fort Sully, although, for a time,
it was hard for her to decide upon the
plan by which it could be done. It did
not take long, however, for her to un
derstand that Jumping Bear, her admir
er, offered the very means He was
willing to break his neck for a smile
from her, and she required far less than
that.
When appealed to for a favor, he
expressed the greatest eagerness to do
anything In the world for her.
She represented that she had become
very fond of Indian life, and believed
she would remain with the red men the
rest of her days ; but she desired to send
a last message to her friends, in the
shape of a letter to Fort Sully.
Jumping Bear was precisely that kind
of a fellow, but he was afraid he would
be forced to run too much risk from his
brother warriors, who would suspect
some double-dealing.
Mrs. Kelly explained that he could go
and return, before the braves got back
from their hunting expedition. Then
the lady, with the tact natural to her
Bex, added that, if her husband was
there, he would not hesitate to do her
such a slight favor, but she would never
find such a friend again.
That settled the business with Jump
ing Bear. He started off in such a
hurry that he came near jamming his
head through the side of the lodge. If
Fort Sully had been located in Alaska,
he would have reached there in no
time.
The letter was promptly delivered,
and, before the return of Jumping Bear,
two thousand treacherous Indians ap
peared before the fort, professing friend
ship, but ready for murder.
The garrison, only one-tenth as numer
ous, stood behind shotted guns, and the
commandant requested a dozen of the
warriors to escort the lady within the
stockade.
The instant they entered the walls,
the gates were closed, the guns run out,
and the garrison stood to arms. The
Indians were foiled, and the captive was
free 1
A few weeks later Mr. Kelly arrived,
and husband and wife were united at
last, thankful, happy and loving as
when they confessed their mutual affec
tion in those halcyon days of the long
ago.
-Some years after Mr. Kelly died, and
his widow removed to Washington,
where the Government, as a reward
eminently due her, gave her five thou
sand dollars, Congress voting unanim
ously for the appropriation.
On the evening the train bearing the
Rloux delegation reached Washington,
Mrs. Kelly, who was standing with the
crowd In the depot, stepped forward and
addressed one of the principal members
In their native tongue.
They recognized and instantly gathered
about her, as happy as school-children
over the discovery of some lost and
loved schoolmate.
It was a singular sight, and created a
great deal of Interest among the specta
tors. It was evident to all that the
savages held her In the highest esteem.
One of them, some time after, begged
Mrs. Kelly to accompany him to the
theatre and when she kindly defined,
the old warrior wept.
The delegation insisted that Bhe ought
to return with them, pledging to give
her horses and lands, and to bestow
upon her the great honor of making her
Queen of the Sioux.
As for Jumping Bear, it Is presumable
that he died of a broken heart long ago.
Interesting Facts.
The tomb of Edward I. who died In
1301, was opened January 2, 1770, after
409 years had elapsed. His body was
almost perfect. Canute, the Dane, who
crossed over to England In 1017, was
found In 1779 by the workmen who re
paired Winchester Cathedral, where his
body had reposed nearly 750 years, per
fectly fresh. In 1009, threa Roman
soldiers, fully equipped with warlike
Implements, were dug out of peat in
Ireland, where they had probably lain
1500 years. Their bodies were perfectly
fresh and plump. In the reign of James
II. of England after the fall of the
Church at Astley, In Warwickshire,
there was taken up the corpse of Thom
as Gray, Marquis of Dorset, who was
buried the 10th of October 1530, in the
twenty-second year of Henry VII. ;
and although it had lain there seventy
eight years, the eyes, hair, flesh, nails
and joints remained as though it had
been newly burled. Robert Braybook
who was consecrated Bishop of London
in 1331, and who died in 1494, and was
buried in St. Paul's, was taken out of
the tomb after the great lire in 1GG0,
during the repairs of the Cathedral and,
although he had lain there no less than
202 years, the body was found to be firm
as to skin, hair, joints and nails. The
Convent, de St. Domingo was lately de
molished in search of treasure supposed
to be concealed there, and the body of
Prince Rodriguez taken out who had
been buried alive in 1505, exactly as
when placed there 250 years before. His
daughter, two and a half years of age,
was lying at her father's feet and as per
fectly preserved as himself.
A CLOSE SHAVE.
"tVER in a emash-up V" asked a
Ji veteran railroad man laconically
of a reporter who was saying that he
felt just as comfortably while riding
sixty miles an hour as he did going
twenty.
" Never 1"
" That accounts for your lack of nerv
ousness. A child never dreads the fire
until he is burned, and bo it is with
every kind of danger. There are two
classes of engineers, who are known on
the road as " good runners" and " bad
runners." A good runner is always
sent out with special trains and in other
cases where fast time Is to be made.
He is an engineer who knows the road
and his engine, and will guage the speed
by the quality of the track, taking a
good many chances on safety. I knew
one of these fellows, who was regarded
as the coolest and bravest man in the
business. He would take a lightning
special as safely through as another
would a freight. One dark night he
was hauling the night express around a
curve like a meteor. A tree had been
blown across the track by a storm, and
he ran upon it before it could be seen.
The train was smashed and he was bad
ly hurt. He got well In time, and took
his place at work, but lost it, and he
couldn't get a passenger train on any
road. The accident killed his " nerve,"
and he couldn't take a train through on
even schedule time. He was always
lagging behind time. That Is the fate of
a great many. A bad accident to a fast
train nearly always spoils a good engineer."
" They are always In danger," said
the reporter.
" Yes ; If there's an accident they are
alinoBt sure to be killed. They go
through life on faith and by good luck.
One day, severul years ago, I went for a
day's hunting In the country ,and made
arrangements for an engine to be sent
out for me at 7 o'clock. It came, and
with three of us aboard, started to make
the run of twenty-five miles an hour
ahead of the regular train. We got out
a mile or two and the headlight flickered
and went down. The engine was stop
ped and the lantern tinkered with, and
we started again. We ran a few miles,
and had to stop and tinker with the
confounded lamp again. This time it
went clear out, and to our horror we dis
covered that the regular train was with
in five minutes of us, and there was uo
side track near. It was dark as original
chaos, not a star out. The engineer
started carefully, worked the throttle
out gradually, and all of us clinging to
the cab for dear life, the race began. For
all that we could see it was a plunge Into
space. The engine snorted and rolled,
and fairly flew along the track, until the
welcome light of the home yards fell
upon us. We had run thirteen miles
on pure fulth In nine minutes, and the
regular train was an hour and forty .
minutes behind time."
" Well ', that was a close shave on
luck 5"'
"Yes; I don't want to ride under
presure again."
President Lincoln's Dream.
IT is not generally known that Presi
dent Lincoln once dreamed that he
would be assassinated. While he was
neither a professor of religion nor even
fixed in his belief in any particular
creed, still he was fond of reading and
discussing the bible. On Sunday even
ings he invariably read a chapter or two
from the Scriptures, and then gave his
explanation of it. One evening at the
White House he read a number of passa
ges in both the Old and New Testa
ments relating to dreams, to which Mrs.
Lincoln and the children gave 'great
attention. He began to chat with them
on the subject of dreams and said he had
for some days been haunted by a dream
he had had. Of course they all wanted
him to tell it, though Mrs. Lincoln said
she didn't believe in dreams in the least
and was astonished at him. So he pro
ceeded to tell It:
"About ten days ago I retired one
night quite late. I bad been up waiting
for important dispatches from the front,
and could not have been long in bed
before I fell into slumber, for I was very
weary. During my slumber I began to
dream. I thought that there was a great
stillness about me, and I heard weeping.
I thought that I got up and wandered
down stairs. The same stillness was
there. As I went from room to room I
heard moaning and weeping. At length
I came to the end room, which I enter
ed, and there before me was a magnifi
cent dais, on which was a corpse. Here
there were sentries and a crowd of people.
I said to one of the soldiers : 'Who is
dead in the White House '" He answer
ed: 'The President.' ' How did he die V
I asked. ' By the hand of an assassin ,'
was the reply. Then I heard a gTeat
wailing all over the house, and it was so
loud that it seemed to awake me. I
awoke much depressed, and slept no
more during the night. Such was my
dream."
From that time until his sad death
Mr. Lincoln was haunted by fear of
assassination, and Mrs. Lincoln's first
words after Wilkes Booth shot him, on
the night of April 14th, 1865, were,
" His dream was prophetic." The re
mark was not understood then, but,
when the story of his dream was subse
quently told, It was explained.
O There is something in the last
hour of the day, if it has been itself a
happy one, which seems to concentrate
all the plesant things of the past. It is
like a fine evening sky, calm and sweet,
and full of rays, that are all the rosier
because they are the last.
C Our true acquisitions He only in
our charities. We gain only as we
give. There is no beggar so destitute as
he who can afford nothing to his neigh,
bor.