A Daughter of the Sioux: A Tale of the Indian frontierKing, Charles
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A Daughter of the Sioux: A Tale of the Indian frontier
King, Charles
Dakota Indians -- Fiction; Indian women -- Fiction; Western stories
First call for reveille was just sounding on the infantry bugles as the
trio came forth. "I have sent for Hay already, general," Dade was
saying, as they stood on the wooden veranda overlooking the valley of
the murmuring river; "but will you not come now and have coffee? He can
join us over at my quarters."
Already, however, the orderly was hurrying back. They met him when not
half way over to the line of officers' quarters. The few men for duty in
the two companies of infantry, left to guard the post, were gathering in
little groups in front of their barracks, awaiting the sounding of the
assembly. They knew the chief at a glance, and were curiously watching
him as he went thoughtfully pacing across the parade by the side of the
temporary commander. They saw the orderly coming almost at a run from
the direction of the guard-house, saw him halt and salute, evidently
making some report, but they could not guess what made him so suddenly
start and run at speed toward the southward bluff, the direction of the
trader's corral and stables, while Captain Dade whirled about and
signalled Sergeant Crabb, of the cavalry, left behind in charge of the
few custodians of the troop barracks. Crabb, too, threw dignity to the
winds, and ran at the beck of his superior officer.
"Have you two men who can ride hard a dozen miles or so--and carry out
their orders?" was the captain's sharp demand.
"Certainly, sir," answered Crabb, professionally resentful that such
question should be asked of men of the ----th Cavalry.
"Send two to report to me at once, mounted. Never mind breakfast."
And by this time, apparently, the chief, the post commander and possibly
even the aide-de-camp had forgotten about the waiting coffee. They still
stood there where they had halted in the centre of the parade. The
doctor, coming from hospital, was signalled to and speedily joined them.
The bugle sounded, the men mechanically formed ranks and answered to
their names, all the while watching from the corner of their eyes the
group of officers, now increased by two infantry subalterns, Lieutenants
Bruce and Duncan, who raised their caps to the preoccupied general, such
salutation being then a fashion, not a regulation of the service, and
stood silently awaiting instructions, for something of consequence was
surely at hand. Then the orderly again appeared, returning from his
mission, out of breath and speaking with difficulty.
"Craps--I mean the Frenchman, sir, says it was after four, perhaps half
past, when they started, Pete drivin'. He didn't see who was in it.
'Twas the covered buckboard he took, sir--the best one."
And then, little by little, it transpired that Hay, the post trader whom
the general had need to see, had taken his departure by way of the
Rawlins road, and without so much as a whisper of his purpose to any
one.
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