Evening Star Newspaper, June 21, 1890, Page 9

—_—_ can be seen is aconfused mass of arms and legs; but the keen-eyed captain of one of the teams has got his wits about him, and a sign or expression will cause two or three of his players to gradually near the opponents’ goal. ,, The goal tender’s fan then commences. He inakes a rush for the ball, but the adroit “rub- berist” passes it to another of his team, who, if PLAYING WATER POLO A New Sport, in Which the Referee Only is on Dry Land. bis ents ha: t come to the assistanc: eee Te gt their goal tender, capture the goal. |The = _ alit; can onl under- THE CONTESTANTS IN A TANK | stood by actual practice, One hand must be e on the ball when it is placed in goal, and in deep water this is rather a difficult feat, with somebody on the player's back trying to force Sau eee walen, bathe depends on his friends to keep him out of such adilemma, They may not come up to his expectations, and in a second the aspect of the game is changed, and ‘the ball is the other end of the tan! ‘The sides change ends at the Sydenham club's tank. One time goal is in water eight feet deep: next time it is in three feet of water, so that both sides have the advantage, if there is any, A Pleasant Pastime For Summer Ath- letes—A Game From the Other Side— Submerged During the Lively Strug- gle—How the Game is Played. — ‘Written for Tae Evextve Stan. {Copyrighted NEW sport, combining genuine recre- ation with a picturesque athletic dis- play, is = thing to be hailed with | i2 shallow water, by turns. delight. If, in addition to these ad- Hr fty alld vantages, it is one peculiarly suited HN ti to the season and with so few limitations i that it can be played almost anywhere a (3) ‘\ a its popularity is a foregone conclusion. Such TON sport is water polo. which was played for the 2 fest time in this country only a few weeks ago, and the honor of its introduction to the list of American pastimes belongs to Rhode Island. 7 Like many other sports popular with Ameri- cans, it is adapted from the English game; but even there it has been introduced only very lately. Polo on horseback and polo on skates have been followed by polo in the water, and the aquatic method proves to be not only the safest but the most interesting of the three. It will not be surprising if it should become in some modified form a feature of the gay and fashionable summer existence at Newport, Nar- Fagansett, Cape . Atlantic City and other resorts, where the tedium of piazza flirtation and surf bathing needs occasional enlivenment and where the young men frequently find life rather monotonous, despite the presence of a preponderance of the fair sex. TO PLAY POLO IN THE WATER it is essential that the participants in the game should all be capable swimmers, entirely at ease in water of a depth varying from three to eight feet, and able to dive and stay under for a moment. if need be. This is not a condition calculated to act as a barrier to the popularity of the game, for a very large proportion of the young men and women of the present genera- tion are excellent swimmers. It is true that tuis useful accomplishment is not taught in the schools here, as it is in England, where every institution has its swimming class. At many of the English colleges young men are obl to pass a test in swimming before they are lowed to go out in boats. i ‘This rule has been in vogue at Eton since 1840, where a yearly average of one hundred and fifty boys learn to swim. Even in the Na- val Academy at Annapolis, where one would naturally suppose that swimming would be a part of the education of a cadet, the art is not taught. Withina few years, however. the mul tiplication of swimming classes and natatori- ums allover the country has been so marked that young Americans are no longer seriously behindhand in this respect, and any observer of the merry crowds that enter the surf at the resorts can discover that the training onth bas undergone a change and that the proportion of non-swimmers who hug the shore instead of striking boldly out is growing smaller every year. THE FIRST MATCH. The first essay at water polo in America was made by the Sydenham Swimming Club of Providence, R.L. in a natatorium 60 feet feet wide and 3 to $ feet in depth. In are some of the finest swimmers in the country and it has defeated the Boston Athletic Association twice in three contests af water polo, the latest having taken place on May 19 last. The Sydenhams won in three straight go: ntithng them to the champion- ship of the United States, The uatatorium at Providence was designed by the three gentle- men who were the origmal introducers of the new game—Mesers. J. Gill, sr., president of the club: Arnold Heilborn, captain of the first class, and Philip E. Morgan, the treasurer. As played by the champions and their rivals from the Hub it is worth more than a passing de- scription. S=== SS 4 A STRUGGLE FOR GOAL. The goal tender’s position is not » very de- sirable one. He has not only to protect his own goal. but in all probability has to do it against odds of three to ono; for the ball is passed so quickly that before assistance can arrive he has # couple of men on his back hold- ing him down, while the third 1s making for tho goal, But the third man may not be aware that another man has been deputed to watch him, and in the twinkle of an eye he is under water and the ball captured from him. The water poloist must be amphibious. He is liable at any moment, and when least sus- pecting it, to be jumped on and sent below for a short while, or till some of his side cancome to his assistance, and if he happens to be the holder of the rubber he may have three or four on him. But, like porpoises, they have to come up and get a breath of fresh air and then disappear again, the other men looking on, waiting developments or a word or sign from their respective captains, when the odds are, perhaps, reversed, A BRUSH FOR THE BALL. Another essential quality is wrestling, and in this, as in swimming, it is desirable to be an expert. The struggles in the water are often typical of a Greco-Roman wrestling match. The sinewy and muscular limbs are exposed, and every movement of the muscles in play is easily discernible by onlookers, and, strange to say, in spite of the various struggles in twos, threes, quartets or more, not a vestige of a scratch ora bruise can be discerned when the teams leave the water. These last two accomplishments, swimming and wrestling. would be of little use in water polo without a good pair of lungs. The sub- mersions are so frequent that a man should be particularly endowed by nature in that respect; otherwise he will only bea hindrance to the team. In thik last match with the Bostcn Athletics the Sydenhams won six straight goals, which was a genuine surprise. It will be « very strong team indeed to wrest the title of champions from them They are a fine, athletic lot of young fellows, every one of them a model of physical cultura, READY FOR THE SIGNAL. The natatorium, which gives ample scope for the polo swimmers, is supplied by five artesian, wells, giving an inexhaustible —Tr of water, constantly flowing in and out, aud heated to a suitable temperature by a thirty-horse wer tubular boiler. Two goals are erected. one at each end of the bath, a foot above water mark. The goal is merely a piece of black -loth about three feet long and two feet deep, “astened at the top, but hanging loose at the ~ottom. so that the rubber bali,which is about the same size and make asa foot ball, may be pushed between it in making the goal. At each goal stands a judge and the referee is stationed on one side near the center, where he commands a good view of all the players. ‘Ihere are generally six players on each side, and the object is to place the ball in the opponent's goal, but it must be placed iu to count a goal, throwing in being counted as a foul. THE REST. ‘The duration of the play depends on whether goal has been made. If at the expiration of ten minutes no goal has been made “time” is called. After a rest of five minutes the rubber is thrown oat by the referee, which is the sig- nal for the players to get ready. Then the whistle is blown and there is an almost simul- taneous plunge by both teams for the ball. The captain of the Sydenbame is the rusher and Douglass goal tender; the others distribute themselves over the tank according to direc- tions of the captain, who generally deputes each man to watch a certain opponent. The ‘ying time is rarely more than twenty minutes’ divided into ten minutes each. with five rest between, the clab having made reatest number of goals at the end of the cing declared the winners. Immediately cee? CAPTAIN ARNOLD HEILBORN. Arnold Heilborn, senior captain of the club, was born in London, Eng., and learned to swim at the Leander Swimming Club in Birminghar. He won first race in 1880, captained the Leander Water Polo Team in 1882 and won in the English amateur polo cham- pionship in the same year. He came to America in 1883, and he has won in this country forty seven prizes for swimming and rowing, is the amateur champion swimmer of Rhode Island, and is open to hold that title for the state against all comers. ‘T. Richards, the junior captain, was born in Providence and learned to swim in the See- konk. He won his first race at the Aborn- street tank and is a first-class polo player and good race-stroke swimmer. E. Law was also born in Providence and is an excellent diver and polo player. P. E. Morgan, an English- man, learned to swim in the Providence river and ranks as one of the strongest polo players in the team. W. Achurch is also an Euglish- man and aspeedy swimmer. He is a good diver and a tricky polo player. W. Douglass was born in Scotland and played foot ball with the Glasgow Rangers seven years, winning many medals. He is the heavy weight of the club, weighing over 200 pounds, but his avoir- dupois does not trouble him when afloat. A. Vy. Verity, another Briton, is a good all-round Swimmer and a useful player. PRESIDENT JAMES GILL. James Gill, the president of the Sydenham and the swimming master of the club, is a veteran swimmer of London, formerly of the Metropolitan Rowing Club, Putney, and Lon- don and Alliance Swimming Clubs. He holds he Humane Society’s medal for saving two lives in the Thames. He is, besides, the win- ner of several prizes, including the Crystal Palac id medal for swimming in every-day with boots on. Gill is oneof the very few men who have attempted the celebrated Monte ball thrown to the referee, who, when all are ready, throws the ball into the center of the tank and then the game begins. Of course, in the event of a tie, another twenty minutes play can be ordered by the referee. ‘The splendid opportunity the game gives an expert swimmer to show his skill in the water must have a tendency to make it one of the most — sports this coming season and even in the winter. But at the same time, for the new beginner, it looks a rough kind of sport. The positions taken in a match game are somewhat similar to those in foot ball. It is a sort of *foot ball d with the “hands,” but at the samg time Capt. Heilborn bas cer- tuin signs which are only known to his team, which he can give them during play and which are not suspected by either the players or ectators, There is the same kind of on- ught for the capture of the bail, and as it is kept in motion by the members of one side passing it from one to another some very ludi- crous and laughable scenes sometimes take place. Two men will clutch for the bail at the same time and both will disappear, and on their reappearance the one with the ball will find, on reaching the metann $00 or three of his opponents in waiting for him, who pounce upon and sink him out of sight - <2 PRESIDENT GILT. Sydenhams again ina few weeks. The match Will probably take place in Boston, While water polo has thus far been confined to these two expert teams in their large natatoriums, it does not follow that every club desiring to try the new game need have a sixty-foot tank to do it, Indeed, almost any swimming tank of ordi- nary dimensions would meet the requirements, although the larger the better. It could be played outdoors, too, in waters where there is no strong current or heavy surf to interfere with the ball and the free movement of the Quite as exciting as polo on land, it is unaccompanied by the fatigue of the latter, the water keeping the contestants cool and fresh to the end of the mate: ——eoe SEVEN N SS ON THE SLY. Taken by an Ancient Colored Servitor and Subsequently Regretted. LADY residing on Masea- chusetts avenue employ’ an aged colored servitor whom, until the other day, she always believed to be a strict abstainer from all intoxicants, Last week, however, it seems that his virtue was overcome by the melt of a newly bought vottle of brandy which his mistress had purchas- ed down town and left, against her wont, not only exposed in the pantry but actually uncorked, a thimbleful only having been taken from it. It chanced that he had never tasted brandy, and the temptation was too much for him. Thus it happened that the lady of the house, a short time later, found the liquor perceptibly di- Jated with water, but though she well knew who must be the guilty party she said nothing. ‘That night a severe attack of colic from eat ing cucumbers made the old man so ill that he told the lady’s maid he thought he was going to die. The lady’s maid communicated this to her mistress, who replied that she feared lest the cause of the trouble might be a very poi- sonous liquor that she had left by an accident uncorked in the pantry during the afternoon, When this suggestion was conveyed to the suf- ferer he redoubled his groans of anguish and declared that he was “‘gwine to die sho’.” ‘And did you taste the poison?” asked thé lady's maid with an accent of hor! “Deed I did, miss—seben times,” responded the patient, bellowing. “I tux sly nips oifen- on ‘tween de calls ob missus’ visitors. Den I filled up de bottles wid water so’s not ter be found out. But de debbil’s got me sho’ dis time; oh, lordy, dis chile am a goue coon—boe- hoo, boo-hoo!” The lady’s maid reported the case to the mis- tress of the mansion, but the la thought it was a good chance to inflict a salutary lesson, and she offered no aid beyond a large dose of Jamaica ginger. Later on the old man felt much more comfortable; but at the bedtime of the household he sent down a message, saying that he wanted some more of ‘dat ar antidote awful bad,” because he was afraid that if he went to sleep without a second dose he would “nebber wake up agin.” It is safe to say that he will not indulge in surreptitious stimulants again. a DOGS THAT BARK AT NIGHT. What They Do to Make Life Fun for Honest Washington People. Washington might appropriately be called the “canine city,” for strangers who come here aver that there is no other town on this conti- nent where so many dogs are to be found for each human being. It is wonderful how many different sorts of dogs there are here—each dog, asa rule, so many kinds of a dog, don’t you know. But, for that matter, there area great many well-bred ones. The latter are kept housed or at least tied up at night, while the remaining majority roam freely abroad. Blinker says that the all-night dogs on his block do simply murder sleep. like the Thane of Cawdor. Cats annoy some people, though he himself is too sound a slumberer to be dis- turbed by their concerted back-fence yowis; but the resident curs of the neighborhood, fashionable as it is, have reduced nocturnal disturbance to a system. One of these very hot nights, when repose is only wooed with difliculty, is their chosen time for exereise, vocal and otherwise. The per- formance is apt to begin about midnight, wh: perchance, the moon, surrounded with ‘a halo of greenish Roquefort cheese—less demonstra- tive than the earthly article—rises slightly to the northeast-by-cast-half-east and excites an emotion of unanalyzed sentiment in the bosom of a half-bred and locally unattached bull pup squatting on the lee side of an outhouse. Ele- vating his under jaw to the orb aforementioned the said bull pup proceeds to express his emo- tion in aserics of Jong-drawn and agonized howls. ’ This is a signal for the awakening of the entire canine population roundabout. ‘The solo addressed to Luna is followed by a chorus of yelps and barks in every imaginable key, which is kept up until the ouly person not awake on the block is the fat gentleman next door but one, who is never in a cordition to do any- thing else but stimber after 9 o'clock in the evening owing to a weakness for stimulants, About this time almost inevitably comes a hostile encounter in the front street between two medium-sized indescribables, the smaller of. which is mayhap encouraged by the thought that, if he does not win the fight,he is reasona- ably sure to communicete the mange in an ag- gravated form to his one-eyed and one-eared adversary. For five mimutes or so the night air is rendered vociferous with the snarls and yelps of the combatants, and then “silence lke @ poultice comes to heal the wounds of sound.” Ris ‘applied but for a brief interval. ‘Then are heard a few quick barks, a yelp or two, and in full cry a whole pack of dogs dash through the alleyway in desperate chase after goodness knows what. Al, yes, a wail like that of an infant's agony bursts on the air. The pack was evidently coursing a stray cat that was on its way home from a spike-and-broken-glass musicale, and it has fallen a sacrifice to the ruthless antogonism of species and an alleged greyhound with no tail and a pink spot on the end of his nose, Presently the pack dashes back through the al- leyway in full ery once more, presumably after another puss. Their flight sounds like that of the demon hounds, portending death, which one hears but sees not, At this point Blinker gets up, expostulating Profanely, and the petulant pop of his re- Yolver is audible five times in succession out of the window. ‘The noise starts up a vigorous barking from all the neighboring kennels and he goes to bed again, Two Whims of an Emperor. From the Chicago News, In one particular at least the young emperor of Germany seeks to emulate the example of the famous caliph of Bagdad, He makes a practice of prowling around incognito, as if he were determined to find out by means of his own eyes and ears the will and wants of his people. The military people do not fancy this sort of thing, for they are (in Germany, of all countries) severe sticklers of etiquette, and | they regard it as shockingly infra dig. that their sovereign should snoop around barracks in the darkness of night in the disguise some- Cristo sack feat, which requires nerve, cool- ness and good lungs. It teok piace in Lot don. His opponent was a celebrated diver and swimmer named White. Each man was supplied with a knife, securely tied up.in a sack and thrown into 10 feet of water, and the one who cut himself loose first and came to the curéace was the winner of the gold medal. Mr. the judge winner, 7 are three ether tooma in tho oleh, and some vi mising The Bonton Athletic. Awociation’ Joba Bobinson, who intends to ‘WRESTLING FOR THE RUBBER. Ina moment probably all but the goaltend- ‘middle of the tank, and ali that ors are in the times of « patrolman and sometimes of an offi- cer. Another practice of William’s is to call in- formally upon his acquaintances in Berlin; at any hour of the day or evening he is likely to make his appearance in the house of a friend, and, of course, being the kaiser, he has to be made weicome, It was not a fortnight ago that Herbert Bismarck was entertaini @ party of friends in his bachelor quarters when, all of a sudden, the emperor ed in. A seat was put for his majesty at the table, and for an hour or chatted gayly with the guests; graci for his intrusion, company good evening and Ld AN DIAN CAMPAIGN. Attacking the Cheyennes in the Big Horn Mountains, : CAPTAIN BOURKE’S STORY. An All-Night Ride Through Rough Ravines—Attacking the Indian Vil- Jage at Dawn—Instances of the Bravery of the Cheyennes—Fruitiess Attempts te Save the Stock, —. HERE are among men, and especially among American men, a great many who are continually afraid that the few scat- tered remnants of once powerful Indian tribes will some day arise in all the ma- jesty they can muster and the least possible amount of clothing and give the invading pale face one last wrestle for supremacy. Others there are who do not believe such a situation possible, but who would, if the occasion offered, do their utmost to make the red man wish he had been content to get through life on agency bacon and its edible accompaniments as dished up by your Uncle Samuel. Of this latter class is Capt. John G. Bourke of the third United States cavalry, now on detached service in this city. ‘There is probably no officer in the sezv- ice of the United States who knows as much about Indians as does Capt. Bourke, therefore it was to him a Star reporter went to get some- thing of interest about the Cheyennes—tho In- dians whom alarmists declared were on the warpath in eastern Montana, “I have heard of the Cheyennes,” said the captain, ‘1 had the honor of a close personal acquaintance with several of them when Gen. Mackenzie headed an expedition into the Big Horn mountains in November, 1876. The Cheyennes never recovered from the surprise onr boys gave them; it was s good deal of a shock. You say you would like to hear the story? Itisn't news, by any means; in fact, I've told my version of it several times, Read it for yourself in my note book.” There was a good deal of note book, but from its wealth of material the reporter man- aged to got the following interesting narra- tive: CAPT. BOURKE’S STORY. After describing the make-up of the expedi- tion, which consisted of eleven hundred officers and men, one-third of the number being Indian scouts, the story goes on: For about three hours we moved as rapidly as the frozen ground permitted. The slippery, frost-man- tled grass offered no serious obstacle, but we did find all we could do to cross the invumer- able “cut-bank,” dry beds of streams, every one of which had to be broken down into suitable slopes by which the animals could descend and ascend. The ground was every bit as hard as | flint and took up a great deal of valuable time before it would yield to ax or pick, which it frequently broke, Many of these crevices in the surface were not more than 15 or 20 feet wide, so that the great labor involved in their passage had all the appearance of an un- cessary aggravation of our discomforts. We were growluy and grumbling nota little at these troubles when the advance scouts re- joined at arun, and from head of column to rear guard spread the magnetic whisper that the enemy's village had been discovered and was almost under our noses. From the information brought in by the In- dian scouts Gen. Mackenzie concluded to halt just where we were until the rising of the moon and then move slowly and cautiously forward to attack the enemy at daybreak. Ther+ was no shouting, no cheering, no loud taiking to show excitement; an old soldier would havo known, however, that the news passing along so quietly and so. swiftly irom mouth to mouth was enough to set a civilian’s blood on tire. He would have known it from the way men were looking at the fasten- ings of their saddle girths and bridles, examin- ing for the last time the action of breech block and trigger, or making sure that no cartridge should be missing when wanted. We didn’t have very long to wait that short, hazy, bleak November day for the setting of the sun and the coming of our good friend the moon. The grim bosom of the Big Horn mountains parted to admit the column into a deep canyon. whose vertical walls, carved into turrets and battlements by the erosion of time and the elements, proclaimed almost with the eloquence of human tongue that those who en- tered it must leave all hope behind. Hidden by these lofty pinnacles, the coquettish moon played hide-ana-seek, anon bathing the barrels of carbines and the metal work of bridles in an effulgence of lightand again deserting us in durkness so opaque that the gentle glitter of kindly stars seemed to acquire the power of countless suns, All night long we groped our way, flounder- ing, slipping, struggling over smooth knolls of glassy surface, making the slowest kind of pro- gress, but still advancing. Not a word was spoken above a whisper. Not a match was lighted and the soidier’s faithful friend, his pipe, was not allowed to leave the saddlebage, ‘The most stringent orders were given that the columa should keep close up, and each com- pany, a8 fast as it had worked its way across an unusually difficult ravine, passed word to the front of its success and of the whereabouts of the company next behind it. So closely was our attention. occupied by the task of working across the precipitous ravines which seamed and gashed the bottom of the canyon, adown which rippled over its rocky bed the waters of the stream, called. as best we could rmine, **Willow creek,” and which on ac- count of this same rippling was not frozen into solid ice—that our dull ears did not seize upon the ominous: THUMPING OF THE CHEYENNE WAR DRUMS, faithfully but feebly re-echoed by the tower- ing walls which hemmed usin. Not so with the Indian scouts. Their faces might remain stolid and impassive, but every movement of muscle and sinew betrayed a frenzy of sup- pressed excitement. One of them nudged me with bis elbow and then pointed with his lips up the canyon ina way peculiar to savages, There was no doubt of his meaning; we were within rifle shot of our quarry, but he wasn’t asicep, as we had hoped to find him, but in full possession of his senses and dancing a great war dance in celebration of some recent vic- tory. We threw ourselves on the ground and then heard with startling distinctness the thumping of the drums, the sleepy intonation of the tired-out “medicine men” and warriors and the patter of languid feet, The dance was almost over, but the dawn had almost come, ‘There we lay, afraid to breathe, test a cough or a sneeze should betray our presence, dread- ing the impatient champing of some tired and frozen horses or the echo awakened by the falling upon the ground of the carbine of some clumsy soldier. ‘Sharp Nose,” the Arapahoe chief, with dilated nostrils and flashing eyes, moved nervously from point to point on his wiry pony, looking the incarnation of the spirit of war, All the discontent and dis- quietude engendered during that night of cold and anxiety came toa head at that moment. Our eyes nervously scanned the battlements behind which hostile sharpshooters might within the next few hours be taking position, It might be our misfortue to have to fight our way buck—who could tell? There came alow “hist” from the front, where the Indian scouts had massed, impatiently awaiting the signal to dash forward. It was not long in coming. The rearmost company was reported “up.” Every man was in 4 every horse was pressing on the bit. Any- thing was preferable to another moment of suspense. The noise of the Cheyenne drums had ceased und “gallop” was the order, THE ATTACK AT DAWN. I heard nothing more—all was rush and clamor and shock, but the rush and clamor and shock of thoroughly organized, pitiless war. It was the rush of a mighty river, the roar of a ant engine, but each drop of water knew its lestined channel, cach element of the machine knew the function it had to perform. Back from the walls of the canyon, repeated fifty-fold by the echo, sounded the sharp woras of command, the neighing and plunging of ex- cited steeds, the clatter and clang of arms, the ear-piercing shrieks and yells of savage allies, their biood-curdiing war songs and the weird croon of the sacred flageolets of the Pawnee medicine men, who, like the Celtic bards of old, rode boldly at the head of their le, The Shoshones and Bannocks followed Tom Cos- grove and Lieut. Schuyler; Frank North led the Pawnees—these two detachments on the right and left flanks respectively—while down the center thundered the solid column of Sioux, Cheyennes aud Arapahoes, under Lieut, Philo Clark, a brave and brilliant ca officer, now dead, and Lieut. Hayden Delaney, who had faced the leaden tempest of twenty-eight pitched battles before he gained his Py and yielded the palm of valor and coolness to no manin the grand old Army of the Tennes- see, not e when U. 8. Grant was its com- mander. The canyon widened within a Fed dred yards, forming an amphi room for our bat mus to alongside those scores of lodges hu the shelter of ‘the stream-bed. As our red and white, rushed in at one end of THE EVENING STAR: WASHINGTON. D.C... SATURDAY. JUNE 21, 1890—SIXTEEN PAGES. the village, the frightened Cheyennes, tumbling half naked from their beds with nothing in their hands but rifles and belts of ammunition, were escaping from the other. In the exulta- tion of the moment our people forgot the cold, the sleeplessness, the fatigue and hunger of the two previous days and made the rocks resound with their cheers and shouts of derision. The Cheyennes answered never a word. They hur- ried women and children on to places of com- parative safety farther up the flanks of the mountains, and then, crawling into sheltered nooks and crevices, awakened the echoes with THE SHARP CRACK OF RIFLES and the ominous “ping” of bullets, each seek- ing its billet. Under cover of this fire they perfected arrangements for the safety of their households, but reserved further demonstra- tions until a few bold youngsters, stealthily creeping back through the mist of early morn- ing, should have driven out of our clutches the herd of several thousand ponies, hundreds of which were already enveloped by our lines. Several of their warriors had already been killed or wounded in an endeavor to save this precious stock, and I may say that one of the most vividly remembered episodes of the whole affair was the balking of my horse at the stark and stiffening body of a dying Cheyenne boy who lay directly across my path, shot through the neck as he was bravely trying to stampede the ponies in the very teeth of our scouts, Wound closely about his neck was his lariat; no doubt in my mind that he had slept with it around or beside him, ready to spring out of bed and rope the first pony he might run against in just such an emergency as this in which he had yielded up his young life to a sense of duty worthy of any Spartan. But, crawling in behind rocks and bluffs, dodging from tree to tree, and sneaking back among the tepees of the village itself, the bold, cunning Cheyennes were making ready to fight for their herds and to drive us back. The mist had lifted and the light of morning was filter- ing down into the canyon. The movements of the enemy were detected and Gen. Mackenzie, realizing that not @ moment was to be lost, ordered Lieut. John A. McKinney, with his company, M of the fourth cavalry, to charge into the place where the enemy a concentrating. The brave young officer never faltered for an instant, but charged across the pistean and down upon the Cheyennes, until e came to a gully with cut banks, which com- pletely checked his advance. As his little com- mand was wheeling by fours to the right to pass this obstacle a small party of hostile sharpshooters, concealed in and around the gully and almost under our horses’ bellies, opened a murderous fire, beneath which poor McKinney fell, struck by six bullets, six of his men wounded and a number of his horses shot, The company was thrown into confusion and several of the sets of fours turned in retreat, McKenzie had observed the unfortunate turn of affairs and another company—that of Capt. John M. Hamilton, fifth cavalry—being at hand, he ordered it to the rescue, Maj. G. A. Gordon, fifth cavalry, accompanying this charge with some men of the fourth and fifth not belonging to Hamilton, A HAND-TO-HAND FIGHT. The Cheyennes were unprepared for this second onslaught,which, being most vigorously pressed, drove them back in confusion, Davis of the fourth cavalry, coming up on Hamilton's flank, followed in after the Cheyennes and boldly attacked them in the rocks and gullies, where they tried to makeastand. This was the hottest part of the fight, and both Davis’ and Hamilton’s men had hand-to-hand fights with the savages; twenty of the bravest war- riors of the Cheyennes bit the dust and eight of their bodies fell ito our hands. From all sides the enemy began closing in on Davis and would, lam certain, have wiped out both himand Hamilton had it not been for the masterly judg- ment shown by Lieut. Schuyler,who had ordered his Shoshone scouts to make their way to the summit of a very steep crag which commanded the village, the plateau and the whole position, and was, in fact,the key point. The joyous yell of the Shoshones proved that they recog- nized the value of their success; half of them began a demoniacal dance of triumph to the music of the Cheyenne war drum, captured on the groundwhere it lay just outside of the village; shricks of joy almost drowned the roar of the volleys their more sagacious but nota bit more bloodthirsty comrades were pouring in upon the discomfited Cheyennes, ‘The day was won and no one saw that better than did the Cheyennes. They could not re- tire from our immediate front with their women and children, because that would pre- cipitate an attack and entail further loss. ‘Their policy was to hold on to their natural fortifications in the high rocks, from which we could not dislodge them, until nightfall, and then withdraw with their families, their wounded and dead to some’ locality impregna- ble to assault. UNDER COVER. Our men were peremptorily ordered to lie down under cover and to waste no ammunition. There were paroxysmal volleys from one side or the other, but the losses suffered were trifling, and so far as the Americans were con- cerned there was no great amount of danger, helter beg adequate, except in the places of aids-de-camp, orderlies and officers repurting for instruction, who, in moving from one flank to the other if not able to hug the cover of a favorable ravine, were compeiled to ride at full tilt, exposed to a more than generous share of leaden attentions from Cheyenne sharpshooters. One of our soldiers met with death in rather a curious way. He disregarded his orders and lifted his head and shoulders above cover. Hardly had he done so before a Cheyenne ritle- man had drawn a bead and puta bullet through his jaws; knocked senseless by the blow, he fell forward, but still remained on his feet against the bank in front of him. The blood from his wound poured down his throat and choked him to death. Had he failen head downward, the blood would have flowed out from his mouth’and his life, perhaps, been saved, as the wound was not necessarily a fatal one, ‘To dispel the monotony numbers of the Cheyennes rode out under the fire of our Shoshones and others, hurled their contempt and defiance at them, and then returned to their own lines, ‘There was something peculiarly irritating’in all this to the Shoshones, between whom and the Cheyennes a special hatred seemed to exist, ‘The canyon became a perfect bedlam with the echoing and re-echoing of rifle volleys and the yells and counter-yells of exasperated savages, but through it all the Cheyennes would dash about on their war horses, chanting their songs, and bearing charmed lives whose frail thread the fickle fates disdained to cut. DARING WARRIORS, There was one notably daring warrior or chief, a powerful-looking man, riding a fine white horse and himself bearing on his left arm a circular shield of buffalo hide and upon his head a war bonnet whose pendant eagle lumes swept the ground at his horse's feet. jullets struck the ground before him, behind him, beside him; the air groaned with the ominous whistle of death’s messengers, but each and all spared the grim Cheyenne, who serenely rode along the front of our line, vent- ing derision in the teeth of his foes until the cool, deadly aim of Lieut. Allison of the second cavalry knocked him lifeless from his charger, Before the cheers from the whites and their Indian allies had died away there ed from the Cheyenne line a young warrior, gorgeous in his decorations of feathers, mounted upon a spirited pony and bearing also upon his left arm a shield of buffalo hide, hardened in the fire and decorated with the plimage of the bald-headed eagle. This brave Cheyenne charged recklessly into the face of death, scorning the bullets which made the air hot about him and chanting loudly the war song, proclaiming his determination to suave from pnp hands the corpse of his comrade and friend, On he flew, whipping into more ener- getic movement the faithful beust whose in- Stinct warned it of imminent peril, In less time than it would take to mention his feat he was bending over the form of the red-skinned Ajax, whose defiance was still sounding in our ears, Many were the ex; ions of admira- tion from our side as he lifted the body across the withers of the pony, and then springing lightly into the saddle ‘plied vigorously the juirt and turned back to eo the friendly Iter of the rocks and gulches, Escape seemed secure, but fate was only mocking the poor wretch. In war business is business, and bullets must fall upon the just and the unjust, the cowardly and the brave. Almost within handshake of his peopl heroic Cheyenne and his freighted with so us & burden, bore testi- mony to the precision of our marksmen and fell pierced with many wounds) They had been comrades in battle and in campaign, and in death they were not divided. “Greater love than this hath no man than that he lay down his life for his friend.” ——+o-___ Louis Napoleon’s Compliment, Eugene Field in the Chicago News. One of the reminiscences which the queen loves to recall is of the time when Louis Na- poleon was her guest aboard the royal yacht Victoria and Albert. The French monarch NOT SO EASY AS IT SEEMS, One May Have an Awful Time Losing an Umbrella if One Wants to Lose It. OUNG Noodies has often been heard to say that a gentleman's umbrella should ‘alwaye be, in its neatness and even in the careful manner of its rolling, an out- ward and visible sign of his own inward and spiritual grace—that it should be re- garded, in a word, as a most important article of dress, On rainy days, at all events, the man who is well booted and well gloved is not well attired, notwithstanding the French saying, unless he carries a proper parspluie. Noodles himself has been more than once seen to seek shelter from a storm in a doorway, in order to avoid undoing his umbrella and thus spoiling its walking stick like symmetr: The other day, however, while hastening down F street to meet an important engage- ment he was overtaken by a June squall, which turned his umbrella inside out and transfgrmed it into a hopeless wreck in less time than if takes to tell the tale. He dodged intoa shop and waited there five utes until the shower had andthe sun shone out thus delayed he wrapped the umbrella up into IT DIDN'T WORK. How a Lover Knew She Dida’t Love Him. From the Chicago Tribune. CRAPTER L The summer day was drawing to a close and it was time for the picnickers to retarn home. They bad battied with abandoned mosquitoes, fired stones and disguised profanity at itinerant Pigs, changed their camping ground two or three times on account of bumble bees’ nests, sunburned their noses and caught one small mud cat, sixteen crawfish and one snapping turtie. The only thing yet to be done was to finish the contents of the lunch baskets and it remained of the ie cream. A little apart from the others sat on a buggy cushion Oliver Peduncle and the young lady to whom he had devoted himself during the day. CHAPTER TL. “Mand,” he said, ashe brushed an ill-bred country insect from her dress and threw @ sycamore chip at an inquisitive balf-grown pig trying to be sociable, “I managed to get some sort of shape and stood it conspicuously near the door; then he walked back to the rear of the store and looked over the stock. “Tl give somebody an opportunity to steal it,” said Noodles to himself. “It would never do for me to be seen walking down the street with an umbrella like that. But, to his disgust, the umbrella was still there by the doorway when he came back. He took it reluctantly and walked out upon the sidewalk. A very pretty girl chanced to pass by at the moment and bowed to him; he was sure that her eye fell upon the umbrelia in his hand and that she smiled slyly at it. IT WOULD NoT Lose, “I must get rid of it insome way,” he thought. “The best way will be to go into this saloon and leave it behind me.” So Noodles turned into m place that was ad- vertised as a gin mill by the word “Cafe” in big letters on the outside, He took a dose of whisky with cracked ice in a champagne glass and leaned the umbrella up against the bar while he drank. Then, having paid for the beverage, he started to go out without the umbrella; but, unfortunately, he touched it with his foot as he turned to depart and it fell down with a most embarrassing crash. The noise attracted the attention of the next customer, who picked the umbrella up and said politely: “Is this yours, sir?” oodles gritted his teeth and accepted the umbrella with pretended thanks. must dispose of this awful thing.” he re- flected, as he let fly the screen door of the sa- loon behind him. *“To deposit it in the gutter is not practicable. Perhaps the best plan will be to abandon it in a barber's shop. I have missed my engagement already and I may as weil get shaved.” So Noodles descended into a “tonsorial par- lor” and reposed his graceful person in a re- clining chair, while the colored man in attend- ance tucked him in with a sheet fastened about his neck and a few napkins. He had taken care to leave the umbrella as he entered in the rack by the door, believing that on auch a showery day some one would be SURE TO WALK OFF WITH IT. While he underwent the scraping operation he kept 4 stealthy eye upon it, but it remained undisturbed, The time came for the barber to ‘Bay rum, sir?” but no one had seemed to to appropriate that umbrella, ve me a hair cut,” said Noodles, still hopeful, ‘The shearing consumed half an hour more, but still the umbrella had not found anybody to steal it. So Noodles slid out of the chai tipped the barber with a silver quarter, wa helped on with his coat, adjusted his necktie, paid his check, and bad actually opened the door half way to go when the colored razor manipulator touched him on the shoulder and remarked: “Don’t fergit your umbrella, sah. “Itisn't my umbrella,” replied Noodles in wipe ora “Dis am de one you brought in, sah.” “I tell you you're mistaken; I had no um- bretla. Inever saw that thing before, I don’t want it, and I won't take it, Jo blazes with it, y,” interrupted the cashier. ‘Zat umbrell ze one I saw him come in wiz a few moments ago. We would not permit M’sieu to rob him- self of hees property.” Noodles didn't say another word. He just looked remarkably savage, and, taking the um- brella, marched out, ANOTHER FAILURE, In the first half block he walked he met three of his friends in succession, and be was con- vinced that each one of them took notice of the umbrella, Then an inspiration seized him, and standing the ill-omened article hastily and unobtrusively up against an iron railing he strode swiftly on. not looking behind, Just as he was chuckling and c/mgratulating himself that he had disposed off the infernal thing at last he heard a small a ery behind him of— “Hi, mister! Youye left your bumber- shute!” { And then there was \\ patter of feet, But Noodles did not wait for v2 small boy to catch up; he took to his own heels and ran like any- thing up aside street until the pursuer and the umbrella were distanced, He was free of the incubus at last! ‘Two hours and a haif later, after spending a while at the club, be reached his home, He found his sister in the drawing room and’ she, looking up from her book, said: “What a careless fellow you ure, Dolly! You lost your umbrella down town and if 1’ hadn't myself sewn the name and address on the inside of the silk you would never havo seen itagain. I gave the boy who brought it back 50 cents for his honesty before I discovered how torn to pieces it was, Pray, how on earth did it get so damaged?” sos FOUNDIN THE CONTRIBUTION BOX Coins of Many Countries That Are Dropped Into It. From the New York Tribune. When people read the paragraphs in the funny papers about the buttons and the punched and the counterfeit coins which are dropped in the contribution boxes, they usually give the man who wrote the article credit for drawing largely upon his imagination, The fact of the matter is, however, that the truth is funnier than all the humorous men’s fictions. The treasurers of nearly every church in the city send regalarly to the United States sub- treasury a lot of,punched coins, on which they realize not much more than haif their face value. The counterfeit coins are usually de- stroyed. The treasurer of one of the best known Cath- olic churches in the city showed the writer a collection of punched coins the other day the face value of which amounted to about $10, and all of which were put into the contribution boxes in one month, A queer-looking collec- tion it was, too. There were coins represent- ing nearly every civilized nation in the world. Among the collection were German pfennings, English sixpences, shillings and half-crown ieces and a sixpence struck in honor of Queen Victoria in the year of her jubilee; Canadian pieces, French fifty centime pieces of the time when Napoleon ruled that country and pieces of fhe same denomination struck since the country became a republic; Mexican coins, pieces from Venezuela and coins from numer- ous other countries. The largest piece was a United States half dollar; there were several ofthese. There were anumber of quarters, dimes, half dimes, five- cent and three-cent silver and nickel pieces and copper one-cent pieces, ali mutilated, either by having a hole punched in them or a piece cut out of the edge. Each hole was care- fully plugged with lead so that the sharp-eyed collector wou!d not observe that the piece was mutilated unless he inspected it closely. There more dimes than pieces of all the other pominations put together. No doubt many of these pieces have an in- teresting history, for the reason that many of them contain monograms, and during the time that ee bracelets were the rage they un- doubtedly adorned some fair wrist. Some of them were undoubtedly tokens of love, and how they found their way into the contribu- tion box will probably remain a m: . Per- haps some of them were spent in dire necessity and finally reached the contribution box after passing through several bands. was duly tried before a justice of the peace and acquitted. When the crowd had the magistrate saw the former prisoner still sitting furtively watching the door. “Ah, my good man,” said he, “the law has found you to be innocent. Why don’ go?” “Go! go!” gasped the "With that a Atm ere T guess not; rl i this saucerfal of ice cream before it was‘all gone. | Ard he set it down on an inverted bucket. §s-There is more than i want,Oliver, she said, - l eat it together.” Oliver's hoart beat wildly, Witha trembling hand he took two spoons irom the basket beside them, gave one to his fair companion, kept the other himself and waited. ” CHAPTER mm. The young lady opened the basket, took ont another saucer, emptied baif of the ice cream into it, and proceeded to eat her portion. And then Oliver put his saucer down, went off and sat on the bauk of the stream and looked pensively over into the marshes be- yond. where the bullfrogs were sounding the Opening notes of th vening overture “It didn’t work,” he said to himse needn't hang around that girl any longe And the buggy in which Oliver and Mand traveled homeward reached ite destination three hours ahead of any of the others, BABY RINGS AKE DANGEROUS. Objections Raised by Physicans to the Dainty Littie Ornaments. From the New York World. Baby jewelry is largely li: ited to bib pins, The infantile ring is not a success, although fond mothers struggle to make it popular. A couple of years ago the fashion was started of putting « solitaire on the middie finger of every first-born, and for a while the demand was excessive, Orders came from all parts of the country for the tiny jewels, and those in- tended for the exclusive trade of New York were boxed in dainty cases and presented to the scious of fashion at the christening. Is soon became evident that the rings were proving a troublesome ornament, for not only did the diminutive patricians object to the decoration, but special attendants were needed to keep them from being swallowed. For the first six months the averago baby ignores the gold ring, but almost as svon as the shining band attracts his attention the streak of viciousness becomes ay Mr. Baby proceeds to gouge his eyes out and tear strips of piuk and white skin from his velvety cheek With the edge that seems sharpest, ribbon band 1s especially adapted for this pur- ose and tor plowing up the soft flesh about his chin or abbreviating the corners of bis nose, there is nothing in the toilet basket better adapted than a twisted or Venetian gold ring. All stone rings are good for gouging purposes, and during the teething period most of the gems are swallowed. It doesn’t make any dif- ference how well the ruby or turquoise may beset, if baby takes @ notion to bite and the nurse is remiss the stone will come out and be gulped down in a jiffy. Repeated accidents, some of them fatal, reported to the jewelers selling the rings, have had the effect of reduc- ing the manufacture of cluster and solitaire designs. One of the largest firms in Broad- way refused to carry any children’s jewelry set with stones, for the reason, the manager said, “that we cannot afford to sell cheap designs and the trade will not pay for the best.” He added, laying aside o tray of tiny rings set with clusters of diamond clippings, “I never would permit @ young child of mine to wear jeweled ornaments until he was old enough to appreciate their value.” An old West Side specialist of children’s dis- eases, whose book of baby patients contains as many names as the public records of a small town, considers the baby ring an idiotic species of woman's vanity. “Lam opposed to them and always have been for the reason that they shackle the child If the mother tends to the infant there danger to be apprehended, but it is not safe to a @ baby and « gold ring alone with e nurse girl. “In a convulsion I have seen children bruise and tear themselves with a ring, and I also know that ornaments of this sort often worry and distress the little ones, They may do no harm, but they can do no good, and for that reason off with the finger ring and away with the bib and shoulder pin until the nursing child is old enough to enter a complaint against the cruelty and discomfort of maternal vanity. ——— Kindness to Ladies While Traveling. From the Epoch. A party of three Indies recently traveling abroad met with the kindest courtesy from all, even from the proverbually icicle-like English- man. In the lake country Oxford professors jumped out of the wagonette and picking up bouquets of English cowslips and primroses gave the youngest member of the party a de- lightful lesson in botany; in Rydal the home of Wordsworth was made doubly interesting by the conversation of @ Welsh clergyman om the top of the coach, who jumped dowu as they passed Grassmere churchyard, where the poet lies buried, and not finding the sexton with the key of the gate, daringly jumped the low churchyard fence and helped his companion over that she might have time to pick a yellow primrose from the poet's grave before the coach started, In Kouen an old French lady alighted from the “bus” and walked half a mile vut of her way to show the American girl way to the beautiful gothic cathedral of int Maclou. In Paris « most obliging young Englishman, whom she took at first for # Frenchman, stopped an immense wagonetto with much trouble, and secing she was timid escorted her across the crowded Boulevard des Italiens to the door of the Hotel Splendide, making his conveyance wait. En route te Florence a handsome young Venetian con- ductor, seeing she was traveling alone by night, reserved the whole of an eight-seat coupe for her, without being requested, and most wondrous of all, refused ll mention of o fee! At Verona, the home of Romeo,s French gentleman, hurrying to catch his train, stopped to interpret het estions to the ticket seller and inform her about the custom house inspec- tion, which is one of the most disagreeable things ladies traveling alone have to encoun- ter. Bowling along the shores of Lago Mag- giore an obliging French conductor on the roof of the diligence stopped the whole bi coach load while the American girl nun' through the corridors of an immense hotel for an American “sandveech.” Perhaps the funniest bit of genuine kindness was performed by «little Bolognese conductor; sankapen, with something of the figure of Bologna sausage. The express train bad been rushing through tunnels all day. Apxious te miss nothing, the girl had her head out of the window, until finally, overcome by , she fell asleep with her head resting on open window. A rapid in ab immense station: suddenly woke tag boat at her watch, she saw it py be lunch — ee eueeee into the station toward fet con- ductor followed ber, wildly gesticulating and talking in shrill Italian. She offered her ticket; he shook his head, getting more excited. He tried French; no use; still he followed her. What could it be? The little man grew crim-