Christine Blashford
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728 appearances
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Christine Blashford’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Not a word had he uttered to either the officers who respectfully greeted, or reporters who eagerly importuned him as to the situation at Frames.
But men who had served with him in Arizona and on the Yellowstone many a year before knew well that grave tidings had reached him.
Dade had, in fact, supplemented Webb's parting dispatch with another, saying that Blake's little party, returning, had just been sighted through the telescope nine miles out, with two men afoot.
But not until the general reached Lodgepole Creek did the message meet him, saying that Webb's advance guard could hear the distant attack on Ray.
Not until he reached the Chugwater in the early night could he hope to hear the result.
It was nightfall when the awful suspense of the garrison at Frain was even measurably lifted.
Blake, with three troopers at his back, had then been gone an hour, and was lost in the gloaming before Dr.
Tracy's orderly, with a face that plainly told the nervous tension of his two hours ride, left his reeking, heaving horse at the stables, and climbed the steep path to the flagstaff, the shortest way to the quarters of the commanding officer.
Despite the gathering darkness he had been seen by a dozen eager watchers and was deluged with questions by trembling tearful women and by grave, anxious men.
There's been a fight, that's all I know, he said.
I was with pack mules and the ambulances, and didn't get to see it.
All I saw was dead ponies way up beyond ten mile ridge.
Where's the major?
I mean the captain?
No, the orderly didn't know who was killed or wounded, or that anybody was killed and wounded.
All he knew was that Dr.
Tracy came galloping back and ordered the ambulances to scoot for the front, and him to spur every bit of the way back to Frain with the note for Captain Dade.
All this was told as he eagerly pushed his way along the boardwalk, soldiers wives hanging on his words and almost on him, officers wives and daughters calling from the galleries or running to the gates, and Dade heard the hub almost as quickly as did Esther, who hurried to the door.
By the light of the hall lamp the commander read the penciled superscription of the gummed envelope and the word immediate at the corner.
The same light fell on a dozen anxious, pleading faces beyond the steps.
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