Knoxville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1875, 1873-06-11

BONLES CAMP, June 9.-(ien. Davis prn-
poses to take the cavalry, light battery of
the fourth artillery and infantry and
march through the Klamath country. TO
Forts Worden and Harvey and as far
north rs Walla Walla for the purpose of
lnumidatiug the Indians. Preliminary
orders for this movement have already
been Used.
Guarding the Prisoners.
FAIRCHLD's RANCH, June So Al NJ
At s O'Clock yesterday morning, John
Falrchild and his brother Burgess, togeth-
er with Bogus Charley and Shacknasty
Jim, left here for Boyles' Camp on the pc
ninsular with the Modoc prisoners captur-
ed in this neighborhood. There are other
Indians lurking in this vicinity and they
will likely be captured in few DAYS.
SAN FRANCISCO, June 9.-Dispatches
from Boyle's Camp, dated yesterday, re-
late the particulars of an atrocious mas
sacre of Modoc prisoners, supposed to have
been perpetrated by the Oregon volunteers.
On Saturday, James Fairchild and about
dozen other men left Fairchild's Rancho,
on Cottonwood Creek with seventeen Mo
Goc captives, including women and chill
dren, Shacknasty Jim, Bogus Charley,
Thee Jack, Parney and Little John.
Thirsting for Blood.
The Indians were in wagon drawn by
H..
the party encountered body of Oregon
volunteers under command of CAPTAIN Hi
ser. The soldiers gatheredabout thewagon
and questioned Fairchild. The latter told
them the Indians were all Bat Creek, ex-
cept little John and that there We're no
charges against them. Fairchild under
took TO push on to Boyls camp and the
volunteers retired to their camp near
Crowley's on the road. Fairchild noticed
two men ahead riding TO rocky point, as
If to Intercept him. When the train an
preached two men of them presented q
needle gun at Fairchild, Saying: "Get
down you old white headed?'' "By what
said Fairchild. "By mine. I
am going to Kill the Indians and you too"
was the reply.
The leader caught hold of the mules and
unhitched them, cutting the harness.
Falrchild, clinging to the lines, leaped to
the ground. The poor wretches implored
for mercy and begged Fairchild to save
them. The warriors were unarmed and
knew resistance was useless. They We're
the coolest in the party, although facing
inevitable death, but the women and chill Z
dren shrieked, groaned and wept pitious-
~. Fairchild had nothing but a small pis-
tol and six inches from his ear was the
muZZle of a needle gun
Fairchild says the tears came into his
eyes. and he mingled his, ,entreaties with
n,assacra might DO avoided. He odds; 1t
was terrible scene, and one l never shall
forget. | shudder when [ think of what
/ saw and heard The fearful voices Of
those women and children still ring in my
ears. But the cowardly hounds were not
to be banked. \ shot, and Little John
lay dead in the wagon, with a bullet in his
brain. The mules dashed away with
Fairchild, who became entangled in the
lines. Five more shots were fired in rapid
succession by which Thee Jack, Parney
and MOorch were killed, and Little Johns
squaw was frightfully wounded in the
shoulder.
Away ahead on the road in the direc-
ton of Boyle's camp a cloud of dust was
indicating an approach of a
team. The murderers espied the dust and
shortly afterwards We're riding rapidly
away. Sergeant Murphy of Battery G,
fourth artillery, with ten men and team
ster, came up to the scene of the massacre.
The Sergeant took charge of the affairs and
remained with his men on the grounds.
Fairchild, ateamster and wounded squaw
with her two children came in at o'clock
this morning.