Trooper Tales — page 111: what you’re looking at

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Red Brennan of the Seventh. 99 stances about. Some one had been in the cave with Bren-. nan, but the identity of this party was an opaque mystery. Nothing but a can of bear’s grease was found. Squaws make their braids shiny with bear’s grease. A soldier suggested that Kate Poison-Water had perhaps taken Brennan for her paramour. | When the prisoner staggered out of stupor, he was chained to Rain-in-the-Face, sub-chief of the Sioux. At first he uttered a series of ejaculations that would have plunged an army mule into hysterics. . * * * * * * * * Kate Poison-Water was a sort of De Stael among the Sioux. She was a serpent in cunning, a tigress in strength and agility—a Sioux squaw in general deviltry. It developed that Rain-in-the-Face knew her. Custer was in a land ridden with red men. He had no near reserve. It was not a time for courtmartials. Red Brennan ate and slept, but did not become chummy with the rising buck. They were together until the day when Reno took part of the regiment and branched off to the south. Rain-in-the-Face was taken with Reno, while Brennan rejoined his troop in Custer’s division. It is needless to say in whose command was Dad Evans, for had he not been with Reno he would never have sipped canteen beer and told stories these times, nor would he have climbed Cuban hills under Mauser fire. The guard in charge of the Sioux prisoner was mur- dered in the night. It was done so quietly that the sentry, walking his post fifty yards away, heard no sound and CONMIC OOO KKS.CGOnn