The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-02-21

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| sion.
Grignon took off his hat and walked up
to the Indians To their amazement eight
bullets were in his hat. Each man took
and looked at it in wonder.
They all expressed desire to do so.
"Well, hand me the pistols"
To their amazement the pistols were
gone.
They looked at one another in wonder.
"You see," said Grignon, "they fired
the pistols at me, too, and I swallowed
them"
"Swallowed them r' faltered the Indian,
and he told this to his astonshed compan-
ions.
eyes do you want them?"
The Indian nodded.
Whereupon Grignon opened his mouth,
and rolling back his eyes, he inserted his
fingers and drew pistol apparently from
his throat. Another followed. Then he
drew forth third, then fourth, and so on
until he had drawn forth the eight pistols
from his throat, while the Indians stood
looking on in utter bewilderment And no
wonder, for we ourselves felt no less aston
ishment. We could not account for it; we
were as much stupefied as the Indians them
Selves
After this Grignon calmly drew forth
SIX or eight more pistols, then number of
cartridges, and finally carbine.
"Tm the medicine man." said he sol
emmly.
The Indians said not word.
ado you want to fire again?" said he,
and he offered pistols to the Indians.
They all shrunk back in horror.
Grignon tossed the pistols, cartridges,
and carbine over to us, and smiled benign
antly on the astonished savages.
| He then shook his hand.
| A knife fell out of the palm. Another
| followed, and another. He shook three
more out Of his hand, and drew score OF
so out Of his ears.
"Perhaps you would like somthing to
drink?" said he, smilingly to the Indian
who spoke English.
The savage looked at him suspiciously.
"What'l you have? Rum, brandy, gin,
whisky, ale, porter, wine, or cider?"
The Indian frightened up, and spoke to
his fellows. They all preferred whisky.
Grignon asked the Indian to lend him a
loose blanket which he wore. The Indian
took it off doubtfully. Grignon shook it,
a bottle rolled out. He shook it again;
glass rolled out. He shook it third time
nine more tumbers fell out. He shook it
again corkscrew tumbled down.
"Will you take it raw or with water?"
asked Grgnon, as he proceeded to unscrew
the cork.
The Indian said nothing
"Isn't that good whisky?" asked Grig-
non, as he poured out glass.
The Indian smelt it suspiciously. Then
he tasted it, and smelt again. The taste was
enough. He drank it all off, smacied his
lips, looked around triumphantly on his
companions, and then held out his glass for
more. At this all the other Indians, ell
couraged by this experiment, clamored for
some. Grignon poured away from his bot
tie. Each one drank and wanted more
Grignon was quite willing opour He was
not forgetful, however, Of the duties of
hospitality. lie walked off to the Indians
who were holding the horses, who had
been watching the scene in stupefaction
and offered some to them. The smell of
the whisky was enough for them. They
drank and wanted more.
But Grignon shook his head.
"Not now," he said to tho spokesman
"I'll give you bottle apiece to carry home
with YOU" And going up to the blanket,
he shook out dozen bottles of the same
kind as the last.
| BY this time the Indians were in the jol-
liest mood conceivable.
"Before / give you any more" said he,
'let me make you SO that you will not get
drunk"
He walked up the first Indian, and took
each of his hands in his, and looked at him
steadfastly in the eyes for some time. Then
| he stroked his brows, and left him this he
did to each. The Indians had all got over
their suspicious, and merely expected that
something good was coming. So they al
( lowed him to do as he chose.
! Grignon then stood off little distance,
and in a loud voice ordered them all to look
at him. Whether they understood or not
made no difference. They certainly all did
| look at him.
had seen plenty of experiments before
in mesmerism and electro-biology so that