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CHAPTER XXIII. THE NEWS- FROM ROSEBUD. The night passed without alarm, and the cool, gray dawn brought relief to many an anxious heart. Up over the dry and parched prairie crept the red September sun, and another day had begun its course. By eight o’clock men and officers had breakfasted and were attending to their various duties as calmly as though they were at the fort. | At his headquarters in the telegraph office sat Major Dallas, looking as spruce and fresh as though he had not — missed the greater part of the night’s sleep. Linn was there in his new and proud capacity of clerk. The opera- tor lounged at his desk, smoking a clay pipe and tamper- ing with the useless instruments. Officers and agency employees passed in and out, some to make reports, others | to ask instructions. The major listened gravely to what meagre information — was brought him. The dead Indians had been removed under cover of the night, and now the whole band of Sioux occupied the hill-slopes to the westward, a good mile from the agency. At present they did not seem disposed to make trouble. Ae field-glass showed the braves squatted in long lines on the grass, and the staked ponies feeding near by. The wounded within the agency were all doing well, and had fair chances of recovery. The three dead troop- ers still lay in the school-house. Rude boxes were being - made for them, but it was hoped that they might be buried com a in the poenietcry. at the fort, aetrad of in this micboo spot. . 7 Mm: