Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1861-03-22
NUMBER 12
ANECDoTE OF LEWIS WETzEL.

One of the Hubbards, of the Belle.
fontaine Gazette, has been ,indulging in
the annual luxury of a 'great hunt, in
Paulding county, and is giving some
racy sketches of his adventures, with in
cidents and "reminiscences gathered in
those rough hunting grounds. We ex-
tract an original anecdote of one of the
most noted Indian fighters ever known:
''Seeing Lewis Wetzel's powder horn,"
said John, 'and man who knew Lewis
himself, has repaid US for all our trouble
and expense -
"Poor Lew" said the old man, she
was black Dutchman like myself"
"I ou told US yesterday that all his
exploits were not to be found in the
books" said /, by way Of drawing him
out.
"Oh, no, not near" said he, che killed
lots of Indians after the final treaty of
peace, and often came over into this
State to do it. He had his paint and
feathers. and could talk Indian as fast
as any ofthem. And beside, having long
black hair, he could mix among them
with impunity. Sometimes he would be
gone for weeks: and l mind one time he
came back from Ohio, and told us that
he had made party Of twelve drunk
and tomahowked every one of them
This was the last of his Indian killing;
they found him out and demanded his
surrender to the authorities. Their de-
mand was refused, but thew were told if
they could capture him themselves, they
might deal with him as they thought
proper. To this they replied:-"You
know we no catch Lew. Wetzel."
"He was a little fellow continued
the old man, ;'no bigger (pointing to
me) than You; but tell you he seas all
man. | mind the morning he killed
the Indian, who, by initiating turkey,
had decoyed several settlers within
range of his rifle, and then shot them
down. | recollect was sitting by the
fire, and Jake's wife was getting break
fast, when Lew. rushed in, jerked down
his gun, put on his pouch, and as he
renewed his priming from the horn I
showed you yesterday, said he, 'I'll be
d---d If can't Kill that turkey!'"
"And he did, sure enough" said Sim.
"Oh, yes, he continued, "he returned
in an hour or SO, and, throwing the In
dams scalp into Jacks wife's lap, said
what did | tell you Maxy?"
You never heard" he continued,
that Lew. was sent to the penitentiary for
making bogus money, did you?"
We all said mo with one voice.
"That was left out of the book said
the old man, shut it is just as tell you;
Lew, was in the penitcntiary years
lie thought great deal of little girl
OF Jake's, and so one morning he got
dye and moulded a quarter dollar of
pewter to put round the child's neck
A.man caught him in the act and in
formed on him. He was arrested, tried
and convicted. After his time was out
he came back and stayed away awhile.
The man who informed on him was still
In the neighborhood, and Lew. waited
patiently for an opportunity to revenge
1t came at last--they met at
a husking, and towards o'clock were
both missing. The fellow was found
dead in the yard; his skull had been
broken with stone. The next I heard
of Lew. he was down to the Notehee,'
Natchez.) where lie married and lived
the rest of his days. Yes, Lew. died in
the Notchee, and poor Old Jake out
on White River, Ind. They were both
black Dutchmen like myself.