Ken Campbell
speaker
601 appearances
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
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Five miles out began the ascent to the taller divides, and ridges that gradually and with many an intervening dip, rose to the watershed between the Platte and the score of tiny tributaries that united to form the South Cheyenne.
It was over Moccason or Ten Mile Ridge, as it was often called, and close to the now abandoned stage road, Ray's daring little command had disappeared from view towards eight o'clock, and
It was at least two, possibly three miles east of the stage road that the solitary courier had first been sighted, and when later seen by the major and certain others of the swift gathering spectators, he was heading for Fran, though still far east of the high road.
And now misses Ray on the North Piazza, with Webb by her side, and Nanny Blake, Mrs.
Dade and Esther in close attendance, was briefly telling the major what she had seen upstream.
One glance through Sandy's glass had told her the little fellow had not watched in vain.
Then, with a ready binocular, she had turned to the Indian encampment up the plat, and almost instantly saw signs of commotion, squaws and children running about, ponies running away, and Indian boys pursuing.
Then, one after another, three Indians, warriors, presumably, had lashed away northward, and she had sent Sandy on the run to tell the major, even while keeping watch on the threatening three until they were.
Beyond doubt, they were off in the hopes of begging the solitary horsemen, speeding with a warning of some kind for the shelter of Fort Frayne.
By this time there must have been nearly two hundred men, women, and children lining the crest of the bluff, and speaking in low, tense voices when they spoke at all, and stretching
straining their eyes for the next sight of the coming courier or the swift dash of the intercepting Sioux.
While out now and riding at a gallop, Blake and his half dozen, wildly separating so as to cover much of the ground were still in view, and Dade and his officers breathed more freely.
See what a distance those beggars of Strabers will have to ride, said the veteran captain to the little group about him.
They didn't say
Dare not cross that ridge short of three miles out.
It's my belief they'll see Blake and never cross at all.
Then up rose a sudden shout.
There he is!
There he comes.
See, see?
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