RECREATION. 



Volume VIII. MAY, J 898. Number 5. 



G. 0. SHIELDS (COQUINA), Editor and Manager. 



A SCOUTING ADVENTURE. 



W. JACKSON. 



I was a scout under General galloping toward me. There was 



Miles, in the campaign of 1872 a small, short ravine near by, and to 



against the Sioux Indians, and was it I ran, with the Indians only a few 



detailed with 3 Cheyenne scouts rods behind. I threw myself under 



to carry a message to Major La the bank, and filled the magazine of 



Zelles — then pursuing a band of my Winchester as rapidly as pos- 



hostiles. The Cheyennes had but sible. By the time I was ready to 



recently made peace, and I was not fire the leading warrior was within 



at all sure of the loyalty of the men 40 yards of me; but I was filus- 



with me. On the fourth day our tered by the surprise, and my run, 



provisions gave out, and so far we and missed him clean. A second 



had seen no buffalo or antelope, shot was equally futile. The Sioux 



We camped that night on Beaver were yelling and firing as they came 



Creek, and by next morning were on, but fortunately over-shooting, 



pretty hungry. My next shot struck one of their 



I left the Indians with the horses, horses in the neck, and horse and 

 and went back from the creek to rider rolled on the plain, 

 where I had noticed, in passing, a This checked their advance for a 

 prairie-dog town, intending to moment, and I ran to the further 

 shoot a few prairie-dogs for lack end of the ravine. Here I deter- 

 of better provender. I knew the mined to make my last stand. The 

 danger incurred by firing a gun in man whose horse I shot had re- 

 that hostile country, but hunger gained his feet, and with the others 

 overcame prudence, and I soon had again came on. Before I had time 

 4 fat dogs strung to my belt. I to fire, I heard a yell behind me, and 

 shot another that managed to reach glancing back, was amazed and 

 its burrow. I could see it lying dead delighted to see my 3 Chevennes 

 a few feet within the entrance, and coming at the top speed of their 

 while trying to secure it, by twist- ponies, and leading my horse be- 

 ing a stick in its fur, I was startled hind them. Stripped to their 

 by a flash of light across my eyes, breech-cloths, their long hair flying 

 Looking up I saw, on a small hill not about their grim and savage faces, 

 far away, an Indian, who was flash- they looked as gallant a little band 

 ing a little looking-glass in the sun- of braves as ever swept the plains, 

 light to attract my attention. With a shout of encouragement 



I knew at once I had the Sioux they passed me, and striking up a 



to deal with: and sure enough, war-song, charged straight at the 



around the hill, a dozen mounted astonished Sioux. Three of the lat- 



Indians, in full war costume, came ter fell to the first volley from my 



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