The black and gold [serial] . re-vealed their hiding place to a band of the Yankees, whomade short work of removing the horses. —May Efird, 15. A donfttontt? prisoner URING THE CIVIL WAR my grandfather wasa Confederate captain. After three years ofservice, he was captured in Northern Virginia,and after being held a prisoner for some time,he, with many others, was given a choice be-tween remaining in prison until the close of the war andgoing West to fight the Indians. Now the Federal prisonswere very unhealthful and unclean, so he chose fighting theIndians. Accordingly, he was stationed at For
The black and gold [serial] . re-vealed their hiding place to a band of the Yankees, whomade short work of removing the horses. —May Efird, 15. A donfttontt? prisoner URING THE CIVIL WAR my grandfather wasa Confederate captain. After three years ofservice, he was captured in Northern Virginia,and after being held a prisoner for some time,he, with many others, was given a choice be-tween remaining in prison until the close of the war andgoing West to fight the Indians. Now the Federal prisonswere very unhealthful and unclean, so he chose fighting theIndians. Accordingly, he was stationed at Fort Briggs,South Dakota, where the Indians were at that time veryhostile towards the whites. One day, during the winter of 1864, he was detailed onscout duty to look out for any signs of hostility from theSioux Indians. Now in the Dakotas, there are blizzardsand snow storms during the winter, which often break forthwith amazing suddenness and apparently without givingany notice. But this time the blizzard did give notice, for. 26 THE BLACK AND GOLD my grandfather began to shiver and shake, and before hehad time enough to slip on his army cape, the snow wasfalling in blinding sheets and Avas tossed about by a whirl-wind like schnook. Blinded by the snow, he lost his way,and when night came on he was alone and probably manymiles from the Fort, on the snow covered prairie. Exhausted and almost frozen, he kept up the fight untilhis horse, catching his foot on a root, threw him violently tothe ground and made him oblivious to his surroundings. Upon recovering consciousness, he found himself lyingunder a large tent, upon the middle pole of which hungknives, pistols, bows and arrows, tomahawks and otherweapons, which showed that he was in the tent of somewarrior. Presently a large opening was made in one side of thetent and in walked a Sioux chief. His face was bedeckedwith war paint of the most hideous color, and in his skinbelt was a long knife. My grandfather started up, expect-ing
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