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Show THE CITIZEN 12 I Little Pawnee Scout at Six MERE CHILD DISPLAYS COURAGE, GENERALSHIP BEHAVIOR OF GROWN WARRIOR DURING EARLY DAYS OF PONY EXPRESS. ARE many romantic with the Pony Express service but none more interesting than the one about the Little Cayuse and Whipsaw. Whipsaw had been a trapper for many years before he became a station agent of the Pony Express. If he ever had any other name no one ever learned of it and in those days no one cared very much. One day while Whipsaw was in his lonely camp attending to his work of packing his pelts, mending his traps, and the like, a Sioux Indian brought to him a captive Pawnee child about two years old. The little savage was stark naked and almost frozen. The Sioux, who was vividly marked by a long, repulsive scar across his face, of the child to the trapper, and the latter, as was everyone of that class now vanished forever full of pity and kindhearted to a fault, did not hesitate a moment, but traded a knife for the helpless,baby all the savage asked for the little burden of humanity. The old trapper took care of the young Pawnee, clothed him in his rough way, encased the little feet in n moccasins, and with a soft jacket the little fellow throve admirably under the gentle care of his rough THERE desire- d-to-dispose doe-ski- nurse. When young Pawnee had reached the age of four years, the old trapper was induced to take charge of one of the overland stations on the line of the Pony Express. The old agent began to love the young savage with an affection that was akin to that of a AGAIN VICO WINS by Boeing Air Transport, Inc., after strenuous tests of nearly every oil refined in the United States! Selected It's the Oil for You Car! 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The boy was better than an electric battery, for he never failed to notify the men of the approach of anything that walked. So famous did he become that his wonderful powers were at last known at the headquarters of the Pony Express company, and the president sent Little Cayuse a beautiful rifle just fitted to his stature, and before he' had reached the age of six he killed with ita great gray wolf that came prowling around the station one evening. Scents Danger One cold night, after 12 oclock Whipsaw happened to get out of bed and he found the little Pawnee sitting up right in his bed, apparently listening intently to some sound which was perfectly undistinguishable to other ears. Horses? he whispered. No, replied the little Pawnee, but continued looking up into his fathers face with an unmistakable air of seriousness. Better go to sleep, said Whipsaw. Little Cayuse only shook his head in the negative. The station boss then turned to the other men and said, Wake up, all of you, something is going wrong. What is the matter? inquired one of the riders as he rose. I dont know exactly, replied the boss, but Cayuse keeps listening with them wonderful ears of his, and when I told him to go to sleep he only shook his head, and that boy never makes a mistake. A candle was lighted; it was long after the express was due from the mother; and in turn the Pawnee baby loved his white father and preserver. As the little fellow grew in stature, he evinced a most intense hatred for all members of his own race. He never let an opportunity go by when he could do them an injury, however slight. Of course, at times, many of the friendly Indians would visit the station and beg tobacco from the old trapper, but on every occasion the young Pawnee would try to do them some injury. Once, when he was four years old, a party of friendly Indians as usual had ridden up to the station, the young savage quietly crept to where their horses were picketed, cut their lariats, and stampeded all of them. At another time he made an attempt to kill an Indian who had stopped for a moment at the station, but he was too little to raise properly the rifle with which he intended to shoot him. As it is the inherent attribute of all savages to be far in advance of the whites in the alertness and acuteness of two or three of the senses, the baby Pawnee was wonderfully so. He could hear the footsteps of a bear or the scratching of a panther, or even the tramp of a horses hoof on the soft sod long before the old trapper could make out the slightest sound. He could always tell when the Pony Express rider was approaching, miles before he was in sight, if in the daytime, and at night many minutes before the old trappers ears, which were very acute also, could distinguish the slightest sound. They christened him Little Cayuse because he could hear the sound of an approaching horses foot long before anyone east. else. The little Pawnee looked at the men Alert and said, Long time no cayuse no In the middle of the night, while cayuse. his white father was sound asleep on They then realized what the Pawhis pallet of robes, the little Pawnee nee meant; it was nearly two oclock, would wake him hurriedly, saying, and the rider from the East was more Cayuse, cayuse, whenever the Pony than two hours behind time. The Express was due. The rider, who was little Pawnee knew it better than any to take the place of the one nearing clock could have told him, and both the station, would rise, quickly put of the men sat up uneasy, fidgeting, the saddle on his broncho and be all for they felt that something had gone ready, when the pony arrived, to wrong, as it was beyond the possibilsnatch the saddle bags from ini ity for any rider, if alive, to be so whom he was to relieve, and in anmuch behind the schedule time. They other moment dash down the trail anxiously waited by the dim light of mountainward. their candle for the sound of horses It was never too cold or too warm feet, but their ears were not rewarded for the. handsome little Cayuse to by the welcome sound. Cayuse, who was still in his bed get up on these occasions and give a sort of rude welcome to the tired rid- watching the countenances of the er, who, although nearly worn out by white men, suddenly sprang from his his arduous duty, would take up the bed, and, creeping cautiously out of the door, carefully placed his ear to baby boy and pet him a moment before he threw himself dovtn on his the ground, the men meanwhile watchbed of robes. ing him. He then came back as cauThe young Pawnee had a very tiously as he had gone out, and merestrange love for horses. He would ly said Heap cayuses. It was not always hug the animals as they came the sound of the riders horse whom off their long trip, pat their noses, they had so long been expecting, but a band of predatory Sioux bent on some and softly murmur, Cayuse, cayuse. The precocious little fellow was errand of mischief; of that they were known to every rider on the trail from certain, now that the Pawnee had giv- - Preparation , dark-skinn- ed so-call- ed All around the rude cabin which constituted the station, the boss' had taken the precaution, when he first took charge, to dig a trench deep enough to hide a man, to be used as a rifle pit in case the occasion ever : offered. one of these ditches that Little Cayuse betook himself, arid the It was to men followed the childs example, and took up a position on either side him. Lying there without speaking a word, even in a whisper, the determined men and the brave little lad waited for developments. Soon the band of savage horse thieves arrived at a kind of little hollow in the trail, about an eighth of a mile from the door of the station. They got off their animals and, Indian fashion, commenced to crawl toward the corral. On they came, little expecting that they had been long since discovered, and that preparation was already made for their reception. One of them came so near the men hidden in the pit that the boss declared he could have touched him with his rifle. The old trapper was very much disturbed for fear the Little Cayuse would, in his childish indiscretion, open fire before the proper time arrived, which would be when the savages had entered the cabin. The child, however, was as discreet as his elders, and although it was his initial fight with the wily nomads of the desert, he acted SfllllllllllllllllllllllHIIIIIIIillllllllllllllllllllllMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHj i i ICECREAM I f i 1 Real Ice Cream! Colvilles BLUE RIBBON is real ice cream! Its made With., pure, ..sweet, fresn, rich cream thatswhipped over and over into delight- ful smoothness. jj I 0 Fruit flavors are added I with fresh, genuine crush- ed fruits, with full flavor retained. 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