Ken Campbell
speaker
601 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Ken Campbell’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Why the rookie gasped an explanation that he was on the stable guard, and the captain took the first six men in sight.
How happened it that the captain got so far ahead of him?
There was no keeping up with the captain.
He was on his big raw boned race horse chasing three Indians that was firing, and it hit Meisner.
But there was still three of the troop to follow him, and the captain ordered Come ahead, until all of a sudden, as they filed around a little knoll, the three Indians they'd been chasing turned about and let em have it, and
And down went another horse, and Corporal Feeney.
skilled for sure, and he, the poor young rookie, saw Indians in every direction comin' straight at him.
And what else could he do but gallop for home and help?
All this, told with much gasping on his part, and heard with much blasphemy by Kennedy, brought the strangely assorted pair at a swift gallop over the springy turf back along the line of that panicky yet most natural retreat which
Twice would the big fellow have broken away and again spurred for home, but the little gamecock held him savagely to his work, and so together at last they neared the curtaining ridge.
Now damn you, hollered Kennedy.
Whip out your carabine and play you're a man till we see what's in front.
And if ye play false, the first shot from this barker
with a slap at the butt of his spring field, goes through your heart.
And this was what they saw, as together they rounded the hillcock and came in view of the low ground beyond.
Halfway down the long gradual slope, in the shallow little dip, possibly an old buffalo wallow, two or three horses were sprawled, and a tiny tongue of flame and blue smoke, spitting from over the broad brown backs, told that someone, at least, was on the alert and defensive.
Out on the prairie, three hundred yards beyond a spotted Indian pony heels up, was rolling on the turf, evidently sorely wounded.
Behind this rolling parapet crouched a feathered warrior, and far still away, sweeping and circling on their meddlesome steeds, three more savage braves were darting at speed.
Already they had sighted the coming reinforcements, and while two seemed frantically signaling toward the northwest, the third whirled his horse and sped madly away in that direction.
Millions be damned, yelled Kennedy.
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