The Daily Hesperian (Gainesville, Tex.), Vol. 15, No. 292, Ed. 1 Saturday, January 20, 1894 Page: 4 of 4
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• Yes, we are, but yoa and your sol-
diers, Mr. Drammondl Every shot
made me fear yon were hit," cries
poor little Rnth, her eyes filling, her
lips quivering. Then, just as Durm-
mond is holding forth a hand, perhaps
it is an arm, too, she points up to the
rock above where Walsh is evidently
exercised aUiut something. He has
dropped his gun, picked up tho glasses
and is gazing down tho range to the
south.
" Perhaps ho sees some of our fellows
coming for good this time. Four of
them tried it awhile ago, but wero prob-
ably attacked Bome miles below here
and fell back on the main body. They'll
bo along before a great while, and
won't it bo glorious if they bring back
the safe and all?" Ho says this by
way of keeping up their spirits, then,
once more wearily, but full of pluck
anil purpose, ho climbs tho rugged path
and creeps to Walsh's side.
"Is it any of our men you see?" he
whispers.
"Divil a wan, sir! It's more of thini
infernal Apaches."
Drummond takes tho glass and stud-
its tlie dint and distant group with the
utimrst care. Apnehtd beyond doubt,
a duzen, and coming this way, and
these, too. have a couple of horses. Can
they have overjiowcred his men, am-
bushed and murdered them, then se-
cured their mounts? Is tho whole Chir-
icahua tribe, re-enforced by a swarm
from the Sii rr.i Blanca. cunccntrating
on him now? The silence about him is
ominous. Not an Indian h.ss shown him-
self along the range for half an hour,
and now theso fellows to tho east ar®
close to the copse. In less than 20 min-
utes there • ill bo live turns his puny
force aroui.d him. Is there no hoj>e of
rescue ?
Once more ho turns to the east, across
tho shimmering glaro of that parched
and tawny plain, and strains his eyes
in vain elfort to catch si^ht of the
longed for column issuing from tho op-
posite valley, but it is hopeless. The
hot sun beats down upon his bruised and
aching head and sears his bloodshot
eyes. He raises his hand in mute ap-
peal to heaven, and at the instant there
is a flash, a sharp rejwrt not 30 yards
away, an angry spat as the leaden mis-
sile strikes the shelving top of his para-
pet and goes humming across tho gorge,
a stilled shriek from Ruth looking fear-
fully up from below, an Irish oath from
Walsh as he whirls about to answer the
shot, and Drummuud can barely repress
a littlo gasp.
"Narrow squeak that, Walsh I That
devil has crawled close up on us. Can
you see him?"
"Begad, sir, I can see nothing at all
but rocks, rocks, rocks. How can a man
tight anyway ag'in human beings that
crawl like snakes?"
Zip! Another shot, close at hand too,
and from another unseen foe. Tho first
came from somewhere among the bowl-
ders down to the southeast, and this
second whizzed from across the canyon.
A little puff of blue smoke is floating
up from among the rocks 50 yards or so
to the north of tho narrow slit.
Crouching lower, Drummond calls
across to Costigan, posted as the eastern
most of the two men on the opposite
side:
That fellow is nearest you, corporal.
Can you see nothing of him?"
"Nothing, sir; 1 was looking that
way, too, when he fired. Not even the
muzzle of his gun showed."
This is serious business. If one In-
dian or two can find it so easy to creep
around them, and armed only with their
muzzle loading guns fcend frequent
shots that reach tho besieged "in re-
verse," what can be hoped when the
whole band gathers and every rock on
every side shelters a hostile Apache?
From the first Drummond has feared
that however effective might be these
defenses against the open attack of
white men, they are ill adapted to pro-
tect tho defenders against the fire of In-
dians who can climb like sunirrelfl or
crawl or squirm through any chink or
crevice like so many snakes.
Another shot! Another bullet flattens
itself on the rocK close to his right
shoulder and then drops into tho dust
by his knee. It comes from farther up
the cliff—perhaps 200 yards away
among those stunted cedars—but shud-
deringly close. Costigan and the other
men glance anxiously over their shoul-
ders at the point where their young
commander and Walsh are crouching.
They are not yet subjected to a fire from
the rear, these others. The lookout,
tho signal station, as it might be call-
ed, is the highest point and most ex-
posed about tho position.
"For God's sake, lieutenant," cries
tho corporal,"don't stay there. They've
got your range on two sides anyhow.
Come out of it. You and Walsh can
slip down as wo open fire. We'll just
let drive in every direction until you
are safe below."
Drummond hesitates. He sees a half
pleading lonfe jn Walsh's honest face.
The Irishman would willingly tackle
the whole tribe in open fight, but what
he doesn't like is the idea of being pot-
ted like a caged tiger, never knowing
whence came the shot that laid him
low. Then the lieutenant peers abort
him. Yes, it is exjiosed to fire from a
point in the cliffs to tho west, and
there are rocks over there to the north
that seem to command it, but if aban-
doned there will be no way of prevent-
ing a bold advance on the part of the
Apaches up the rugged eastward slope.
It would th"n stand between tho de-
fenders and the assailants, giving to tho
latter incalculable advantage. Hold
it ho must for a few minutes at least,
until, recalling McGuffy, he can set
him and one or two others to wovk pil-
ing up a rock barricad" in front of the
cave. Then if driven out nr.J no longer
able to stand tho Indians off they can
retire into the caves themselves, hide
their precious charges in the farthest
depths, and then, like Buford at Get-
tysburg, "fight like the devil" till res-
cue comes.
"No, down with you, Costigan," he
answers. "Get McGuffy and Fritz;
block up the front of the cave with
rocks; inovo in those Moreno women;
carry Sergeant Wing back to the far-
ther cave—Miss Harvey will show you
\\ here. Stand fast the rest of you.
Don't let an Indian close in on us."
"Look, lieut'uant," whispers WTalsh;
•they're coming up down beyant you
there."
And peepinjf. throuch a narrow *lit
left in his i>arapet "urummond can
juet see bobbing among the bowlders
far down toward the willow copse two
or three Apache crests—Apache unmis-
takably, because of the dirty white tur-
banlike bandages about tho matter
black locks. At that distance they ad-
vance with comparative security. It is
when they come closer to the defenders
that they will be lost to view.
Obedient to his orders, Costigan slips
out of his shelter and "takes a sneak"
for the edge of the cliff. In an instant,
from half a dozen points above, below,
and on both sides, there come the flash
and crack of rifles. The dust is kicked
up under his nimble feet, but he reaches
unharmed the cleft in which some rude
steps have been hacked and goes, half
sliding, half scraping, down into the
cooler depths below.
"Mother of Moses I" he groans, "but
we'll never get the lieut'nant out alive.
Shure they're all around him now."
Then bounding down the gorge he
finds McGuffy kneeling at the point.
"They're coming, Barney," whispers
the boy, all eager and tremulous with
excitement, and pointing down between
the vertical walls. "Look!" he saj's.
Gazing ahead to the next bend, Cos-
tigan can see Moreno and his Yankee
compadre crouching behind their shel-
ter, their carbines leveled, their atti-
tude betokening intense excitement
and suspense. It is evident the enemy
are within view.
"I'll have one ehot at 'ein, bedad,
to pay for the dozen their brother
blackguards let drive at me," mutters
Costigan. "Come on, you; it's but a
step." And, forgetful for the moment
of his orders in his eagerness for fight,
the Irishman runs down the canyon,
leaps tho swirling brook just as he
reaches the point, and obedient to tho
warning hand held out by their bandit
ally drops on his knees at the bend,
McGuffy close at his heels. Off go
their hats. Those broad brims would
catch an I i<!ian eye even in that gloom.
"How many are there coming?" he
whispers.
Moreno puts his finger on his lips,
then throws out his hand, four fingers
extended.
"One apiece then, bejabers! Now,
Littlo Mac, you're to take the second
from tho right—their right, I mean—
and don't you miss him, or I'll break
every bone in your skin."
'' Hist!"
Down they go upon their faces, then,
Indianlike, they crawl a few feet far-
ther where there is a little ledge. Tho
canyon widens below; the light is
stronger there, and bending double,
throwing quick glances at one another,
then from sheer force of Indian habit
shading their eyvs with their brown
hands as they peer to the front; exchang
ing noiseless signals, creeping like cats
from rock to rock, leaping without
faintest sound of the moccasined foot
across the bubbling waters, four swar-
thy scamps are coming stealthily on.
Two others are just appearing around
tho next bend beyond.
"Ready, boys? They're near enough
now. Cover the two leaders! Drop
the first two anyhow!"
Breathless silence, thumping hearts
one instant longer, then the chasm bel-
lows with the loud reports. The four
guns are fired almost as one. One halt
naked wretch leaps high in air and
falls, face downward, dead as a nail.
Another whirls about, bounds a few
yards along the brookside, and then goe
splashing into a shallow pool, where
ho lies writhing. The two farthest
down the canyon have slipped back be-
hind the rocky shoulder. The other
two. close at hand, have rolled behind
tho nearest shelter and thence s, in
harmless bullets whizzing overhead
Costigan lets drive a wild Irish yell of
triumph and delight.
"Now, then, run for it, boy. Well
done, you two, if ye are blackguards,"
he calla to Moreno and his mate.
"They won't disturb ye again for 10
minutes anyhow. Hold your post,
though, till we call you back. We're
going to block the mouth of the cave."
Twenty minutes later, and working
like beavers Costigan and his two men
have lugged rocks, logs, bales of blank-
ets, everything, anything that can stop
a bullet, and the entrance to the cave
is being stoutly barricaded. Patter-
son, who was sorely exposed at his post
and ordered down by Lieutenant Drum-
mond, is aiding in the work. Wing
has been carefully borne into the back
cave, whither, too, the wailing, quak-
ing Moreno women are herded and bid
den to hold their peace. There, too.
Fanny and Ruth, silent,pallid perhaps,
but making no moan, are now kneeling
by their patient. Costigan runs in with
two buckets he has filled with water
and "Littlo Mac" follows with half a
dozen dripping canteens. More rocks
are being lifted on the barricade, con-
venient apertures being left through
which to fire, and Costigan. feverishly
eager, is making every exertion. !\ •
any minute may be the last with thoc<
plucky fellows battling there aloft.
The air rings with the shots of the en-
circling Apaches and with the loud re
port of the cavalry carbine answering
tho hidden foe. Twice has Costigan
implored the lieutenant to coruo down
anyhow, so long as his crippled condi-
tion prevents his firing a gun, but Drum-
mond pokes his bandaged head one in-
stant over the edge to shout something
to the effect that he is "on deck" until
he has seen tho last man down, and Cos-
tigan knows it is useless to argue. At
last tho barricade is ready. Walsh,
peering grimly around, just the top of
his head showing over the parapet, begs
for one shot and 6houts his Hibernian
challenge to the Apache nation to come
forth and show itself. Drummond
picks up the glasses for one final look
down tho desert and across the valley
in search of friends who surely should
be coming, cautiously places the "bin-
ocular" on the inner edge of the top
of his shelving rock, then raises his
head to the level.
"Fur the loveo' God, lieut'nant,don't
sit so high up!" implores Walsh.
"They're sure to spot— Oh, Christ!"
And down goes the poor faithful fel-
low, the blood welling from' a deep
gash along the temple. He lies sense-
less at his commander's feet.
For a moment the air seems alive with
humming missiles and shrill with yells
from on everv side. In their triumnh
three or four savage foes have leaped
up from behind their sheltering rocks,
and one of them pays the penalty—a
vengeful carbine from across the can-
yon stretches the lithe, slender, dusky
form lifeless among the rocks with the
dirty white of his breech clout turning
crimson in the noonday glare. Up
from the cave, catlike, Patterson and
" Little Mac" come climbing the nar:
row trail. Between thr.Tn thev draar
Walsh's senseless body to the edge, and
then, somehow, despite hissing, spatter-
ing lead, they bear him safely down
and carry lr;n within the cave.
"Now call in Moreno and help his
partner back!" shouts Drummond, and
Costigan goes at speed to carry ont the
order. A few minutes of intenso ex-
citement and suspense, then Moreno is
seen limping around the point. Behind
him Costigan is slowly helping their
brigand friend. A few more shots come
singing overhead. A moment more
and the watchful Indians will come
charging up the now unguarded canyon
and crown both banks.
"Now, lads, give 'em two or three
shots apiece to make them hug their
cover. Then down for the caves, every
man of you " is the order.
For a moment the Indian fire is si-
lenced in t'.o rnpid fusillade that fol-
lows. Shan and quick the carbines are
barking their challenge, and whenever
a puff of powder smoke has marked the
probable lurking place of an Apache,
thither hi.ss tho searching bullets warn-
ing him to keep down. Then Costigan
comes climbing to the lookout.
"Let us help you, lieut'nant. Now's
your time, sir, while they're firing."
But Drummond shakes his head. He
wants to be the last man down.
"Don't hang on here, 6ir. Come
now. Sure the others can get down from
where they are easy enough, but you
can't except when they're firing. Please
come, sir," and Costigan in his eager-
ness scrambles to the lieutenant's side
and lays a broad.red hand on his shoul-
der. The men have fired more than
the designated number of shots and
now are looking anxiously toward their
commander. They do not wish to move
until he does.
"Give 'em another whack all around,
fellers," shouts Costigan, "while 1
help the lieut'nant down ;" and so, with
a laugh, Drummond gives it up, and aft-
er one last wistful glance out over the
desert, turns to pick up the binocular,
when it is struck, smashed, and sent
clattering down into the canyon by a
shot fired not 20 yards away.
'Fur God's sake, come quick, sir!'
gasps Costigan. Then, desperate at his
loved young leader's delay, the Irish-
man throws a brawny arm about him
and fairly drags him to tho end of the
steep. Then down they go, Costigan
leading and holding up one hand to sus-
tain Drummond in case of accident.
Down, hand under hand, to the accom-
paniment of cracking rifles and an-
swering carbines, while every other sec-
ond the bullets come "spat" upon tho
rocky sides, close and closer, until, al-
most breathless, Costigan reaches tho
solid bottom of the gorge and swings
Drummond to his feet beside him. See-
ing their 1-ader safely down, the men,
with one defiant shot and cheer, scurry
to the edge of the canyon and come
slipping and sliding to join their com-
rades. At the mouth of the cave Cos-
tigan strives to push Drummond in
through the narrow aperture left for
their admission, but miscalculates his
commander's idea of the proprieties.
Like gallant Craven at Mobile Bay,
Drummond will seek no safety until his
men are cared for. "After you, pilot,"
the chivalric sailor's last word as the
green waters engulfed his sinking ship,
finds its cavalry echo in Drummond's
"After you,corporal," in this faraway
canyon in desert Arizona. The men
have scrambled through the gap, then
Costigan, with reluctant backward
glance, is hurried in just as a flash of
flame and smoke leaps downward from
the crest and the foremost Apache sends
a hurried, ill aimed shot at the last
man left. Before another shot can fol-
low, Drummond's arm is seized by mus-
cular hands, and he is dragged within
the gap. Two or three huge stones are
rolled into place, and in an instant
through the ragged loopholes the black
muzzles of half a dozen carbines are
thrusting, and Costigan shouts exult-
ingly, "Now, you black legged black
guards, come on if ye dare!"
But no Apacho is fool enough to at-
tack a strong position. Keeping well
nuder cover, the Indians soon line the
crest and begin sending down a rain
of better aimed bullets at the loopholes,
and every minute the flattened lead
comes zipping through. One of these
fearful missiles tears its way through
Costigan's 6leeve, and striking poor
old Moreno in the groin stretches him
groaning upon the floor. A glance
shows that the wound is mortal, and
despite his crimes the men who bear
him, moaning, in to the farther cave
are moved to sudden sympathy as his
hapless wife and child prostrate them-
selves tieside his rocky bier. Drum-
mond can a fiord to lose no more and
orders the lower half of each hole to
tie stopped with blankets, blouses,shirts,
anything that will block a shot, and
then for an hour the fire of the besiegers
is harmless, and no longer can the be-
sieged catch even an occasional glimpse
of them. At noon their fire has ceased
entirely, and even when breathing a sigh
of relief the men look into one anoth
er's faces questioningly. How long
can this last? How hot, how close the
air in the cave is growing!
Drummond has gone for a moment
into the inner chamber, where Moreno
is now breathing his last, to inquire for
Wing and to speak a word of cheer to
his fair and devoted nurses. Not one
murmur of complaint or dread has fall-
en from their lips, though they know
their father to have ridden on perilous
quest and into possible ambush; though
they know their brother to be lying at
the ruined ranch, perhaps seriously
wounded; though their own fate may
be capture, with indescribable suffering,
shame and death. Fanny Harvey has
behaved like a heroine, as the two troop-
ers remarked, and Ruth has done her
best to follow her sister's lead. Yet
they, too, now realize how close and
stifling the heavy atmosphere is grow-
ing . Is it to be the black hole of Calcutta
over again ? Even as he takes her hand
in his Drummond reads the dread in
Ruth's tearless face. Even as he holds
it and whispers words of hope and com-
fort there is a heavy, continuous, crash-
ing sound at the mouth of the cave,
just in front of the rock barricade, and
he springs back to learn the cause.
"They're heaving down logs and
brushwood, sir," whispers Costigan.
"They mean to roast us out if they
can't do anything else."
More thunder and crash; more heap-
ing up of resinous logs from the cliffs
above them. Some of the men beg to
be allowed to push out and die fighting,
but Drummond sternly refuses. "At
the worst," he says, "we can retire in-
to the back cave; we have abundant
water there. The air will last several
hours yet, and 1 tell you help will
come—must come, before the day is
much older.".
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Twelve miles southeast of the city.
120 acres under fence.
60 acres in cultivation.
67 acres timber outside.
Two houses, one ot them a good 4-roomed frame, and outbuildings.
$1750—$400
Balance on easy installments to suit purchaser.
Call on the editor of the Hesperian for particulars.
HARDWARE A
AND-
IMPLEMENTS.
&
Is the place to buy a
Carriage,
Cart, Road Wagon,
Buggy,
Baine or Mitchell Wagon
Because they sell the best makes at lowest prices.
Also a brand new stock of the
Richmond Champion Whoat Drill
Clipper Tricycle Plows.
k
—IX—
Greer County.
Three-Quarters of a Section
With improvements; 120 acres
in cultivation, 70 acres of wheat,
22 acres of oats, 14 acres of corn,
10 acres of millet, 4 acres of cane,
(used in this country as feed for
stock); a fiood 4-room house, cis-
tern of never failing water, horse
sheds 10x30, a pair of heavy
mules with harness, a good wagon
and Imgpy, two cows with year-
ling calves, farming implements,
about sixty head of chickens,
small stock of groceries with good
trade established, and with a post-
ofiioe established there. Could
not l>e a better point for a general
all round country start for a man
of business with capital to be found
in the state of Texas. There is
not a more prosperous, beautiful
or healthier county to be found
anywhere. The reason the pres-
ent owner wants to sell is that his
health is failing fast. The price
is $2700. Would take a small
house and lot in Gainesville in
trade. For further particulars
call on or address
The Hesperian,
Gainesville, Tex.
ND
Architect .
Superintendent,
Gainesville, Texas.
Plans and specifications furnished
on short notice.
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The Daily Hesperian (Gainesville, Tex.), Vol. 15, No. 292, Ed. 1 Saturday, January 20, 1894, newspaper, January 20, 1894; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth502155/m1/4/: accessed June 21, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Abilene Library Consortium.