Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-06-19
BLOODY RETALIATION.
The Murders by the MOdOcs Terribly
Avenged-Five of the Captured War
riors Massacred by Oregon Volunteers

The Murders by the MOdOcS Terribly
Avenged-Five of the Captured War
riors Massacred by Oregon Volunteers
The Murderers Make Good Their Es-
cape.
While number OF the Modoc captives were
being removed from Fairchild's rancho to
Boyle's camp, on the 9Th inst, a party of
Oregon volunteers made a raid and killed five
of the sayages incontinently. The following
particulars of the massacre are furnished by
telegraph from San Francisco: On Satur-
day morning James Fairchild and about
dozen other men left Fairchild's rancho, Cot
tonwood creek, with II Modoc captives,
women and children, including Shacknasty
Jim, Bogus Charley, Tehee Jack, Pony, and
Little John. The Indians were in a wagon
| drawn by four mules. At the crossing of Lost
river the party encountered the Oregon volun-
teers under command of Capt. Hiser The
| soldiers gathered about the wagon and ques-
| toned Fairchild. The latter told them the
| Nodes were all Hot Creeks except Little
John that there were no charges against
them. irchild undertook to push on to
| Boyles camp, and the volunteers retired to the
camp near Crawley's. On the road he noticed
two men ahead, riding to Rocky Point, as if to
intercept him. When the team approached
one presented needle gun at Fairchild, say
ing:
/ b." By what authority ~ said Fairchild
by mine. am going to kill the Indians and
you too, was the reply. Their leader caught
| hold of the mules unhitched them and cut
the harness. Fairchild clinging to the lines
leaped to the ground. The poor wretches i'm
plored for mercy, and begged Fairchild to
save them The warriors were unarmed and
| knew that resistance was useless. They were
| the coolest in the party, though facing inevita-
BILE death, but the women and children
shrieked, groaned, and wept piteously. Fair
child had nothing but small pistol Six
inches from his ear was the muZZle of needle
gun. He says the tears came to his eyes. He
mingled his voice with those of the Modocs
in the hope that the massacre might be
avoided. "Oh, it was terrible scene. /
never shall forget it. l shudder when think
| what I saw and heard. The tea-ful voices of
those women and children still ring in my ears,
but the cowardly hounds were not to be baked.
shot, and Little John lay dead in the bed of
the wagon, bullet in his BRAIN The mules
dashed away with Fairchild, and tangled him
| in the lines. Five more shots in rapid success
sion, and Tehee, Jack, Pony, and Mooch, the
J remaining warriors, were dead. Little Johns
squaw had frightful wound in her shoulder.
Away ahead in the road in the direction of
Boyle's camp cloud of dust, indicating
the approach of team. The murderers espied
the dust, and in q moment were riding rapidly
away. Sergt. Murphy, of Aattery G. 4th Artil.
lery. with ten men and teamsters, came by
team. The sergeant took charge of affairs and
remained with his men on the ground. Fair.
child and the teamster, the wounded squaw an6
her two children, came at O'Clock this morn.
ing Fairchild reached Gen. Davis headquarters
and related his story. Teams, with an escort
i were at once sent out after the prisoners
dead and alive. No steps are taken for the
apprehension of the felons who performed the
bloody work. 1t is generally supposed the
Oregon volunteers are the guilty parties
!, Fairchild is of that opinion himself. The war
riors killed were not charged with murder
Those who know them best say they have onl,
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