The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1871-02-16

dians.
" Are you the captain ?" said the
spokesman Of the Indians, suddenly, as
he noticed Griguon.
" No I'm the medicine man; YOU can't
shoot these men, nor these horses; |
save them"
The Indian translated this to his com.
panions, who burst into roars of laughter.
Grignon advanced more closely. lie
was looking steadily at the Indian, and
we noticed the latter appeared to be
uncomfortable under his gaze.
See," said Grignon, "you cant shoot
me. Here"--and he drew pistol from
his pocket, a revolver-"fre at me"
The Indian smiled
"You don't want me to kill you ?"
said he, scornfully.
q You can't"
AhO i"uiuu O(cs HusHcu.
"Shoot" said Grignon, folding his
arms.
The Indian hesitated moment. He
looked at us suspiciously. Then he
looked at his companions, and said some.
thing in their language. They all re.
sponded vehemently.
The Indian took aim.
You tell me to shoot" said he.
"Shoot p said Grignon again.
The Indian fired
Grignon smiled, and, walking forward
to the Indian, he handed him bullet.
The Indian looked parnlyzed.
Grignon showed him how to fire it
again.
The Indian fred the other Eve shots.
Grignon caught each bullet, some.
times seeming to catch it from his
breast, sometimes from his face, and
each time he handed it to the Indian.
The other Indians were now in state
Of wild excitement.
"They may all shoot if they choose"
said Grignon, and saying this, he went
to his trunk, drew out nine pistols, and,
coming up to them, proceeded to load
each one. lie took the powder and put
it in, then the wadding and bullet, and
the Indians saw him do it. He handed
u pistol TO oaoh vu iUadiug IL. Sudden
ly, one Of these follows took aim, and
fred. Griguon, without seeming to
have noticed him, raised his hand and
seemed to catch bullet from his fore.
head. He tossed this toward the In.
dian, who picked it up with an air of
stupefaction.
Then he stood, and told all the rest
to fire.
Eight reports sounded in rapid sue
cessiou.
Grignon took off his hat aud walked
up to the Indians. 10 their amazement
eight bullets were in his hat. Each
man took and looked at il in wonder.
Do you want to fire again /? asked
Griguon.
They all expressed wish 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
fred the pistols at me, too aud swal.
lowed them"
Swallowed them 7" faltercj the In.
dian, and he told this to his astonishcd
companions,
Yes, do you want them 7"
The Indian nodded.
Whereupon Grignon opened his
mouth, and rolling back his eyes, he in.
serted his fingers and drew pistol ap-
parently from his throat. Another fol.
lowed, then no drew forth a third, then
a fourth, and so on until he had drawn
forth the eight pistols from his throat.
| while the Indians stood looking on in
utter bewilderment. Aud no wonder,
for we ourselves felt no less astonish-
ment. We could not account for il
we were as much stupe6ed as the In.
dians themselves.
After this Gsignon calmly drew forth
six or eight more pistols, then a mum
Der of cartridges, and finally car
bine.
"Pm the medicine man." said he sol
emnly.
The Indians said not word.
edo you want to fire again ?" said
he, aud he offered the pistols to the
Indians.
They all shrunk back 10 horror.
Grignon tossed the pistols, cartridges
and carbine over to us, and smiled
benignantly on the astonished savages
He then shook his hand.
A knife fell out Of the palm. Another
followed, and another, He shook thre,
more out of his left band, aud drew ,
score or SO out Of his ears.
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