The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1875-09-24
An OLD HUNTERS YARN.
The Man 20 Whom sho O., Indians, Bsn-
snts, aud srixsites Were Evety-Day
Austrs An Adventure with Chavez
The True story OF Nsnqusr's Capture-
- DelIlahed" by n Woman Of III. Tang.


The True story ofvanquen's Capture
Deiiiahed" by "a Woman 81 his asang.
Correspondence Chicago Inter Ocean.
CALIFORNIA DIVISION WHEkLEp ExPEDI-
rio>, SANTA PAULA. Cal, Aug. -. 1873.
just az dusk the other evening. in the
Solcdad Canyon, Moore strolled into
Camp Ia have "A little chat with us.
Moore is hunter. prospectcr, and one
of that species Of men who take life Just
n il chances 10 come. lie kills deer.
dresses the hides. makes buck skin
gloves, sells them, and on the proceeds
of them and his cotcric of bee-hives
lives as well as he cares for just as
we were lighting up for our even
ING smoke Moore lounged into camp,
sat down, and made
THESE FEW REMARKS:
.Yes. here ann; head peeled and
teeth all knocked out; and II makes me
sort of sad 10 think that used to Ice as
fancy rs any o young fellers. That's
before had that tussle with that dang
Niger down East. Dang niger, any
way. He came slouchin' up To me,
impertinent like. and says Now,
who's calm me niggah, eh?' and
says to him, very polite: why Jo-
scph. you don't think you're white
man. do your At that he up and belt
ed me square i'm the mouth. And
picked up an andiron OF the hearth and
and mauled him Hat Every time | hit
him his head bounced three feet oil the
floor, and the blood and meat flew like
"A sausage had bust | thought
he was dead, and took notion 10 emf
CRATE. But | didn't take the regular
route ! went cross-lots all the way To
the Missouri River. and here am. I've
been dang nigh everywhere in the
meantime. | went down into Arizona
along with John Shirley just before the
Apachcs played their lousy tricks on
him. Splendid shot. John was. Could
take his man every time The Apaches
hated him like sin. They was always
a-watchin' for him. and il was dang
foolish trick he did to leave his wife and
20 down into that canyon for drink. for
they was right there in the bushes, and
first they picked mp the rifle and then
they picked up him We trailed 'em
all the way where they took him. They
put moccasins on him, but il want no
use. for John was white man. and
toed out. but an Indian walks straight
foot. like a dang animal. They took
him up 10 the top of high mountain
aud roasted him. Roasted him alive,
and had fun over him, like il was moth
in but dang barbecue. We found
where they'd tied up his heels like a
dead hog TO limb of one Of those bas-
tard cedars-ju juniper trees, they call 'em
and then built slow fire under his
head, and had fun over him Rough on
John, want il? Cowardly brutes, them
Apaches When ! was down there near
New Fort Wingate they catched a sol
der out and shot him plum through.
from the shoulder in. and left him for
dead But he wasn't. He woke up a
little after dark and felt the blood a
runnin' down his innards, and tore up
his handkerchief into lint and rammed
il into the hole with his ramrod, just
like you'd wad dang shotgun. Then
he got up and walked all night and got
into the fort just at day break. The first
place he came 10 was the coOk-ShOp,
and there he saw a six-quart can full of
sour yeast on the ground. and what
does he do but drink the last drop of it.
And when the doctor heard of it, he
Just laughed and said il was good medi-
cine for him. and then he turned a
stream # cold water on his sore spot,
and in three weeks I'm "A liar If that fell
Ter wasn't down town a. drunk as ever.
There's nothing better than cold water
for wound. That's the way i doc
tored.
OLD TENS LEG
when Chavez shot him Tex had been
layin' for Chavez all day, and when he
did meet him out here in the wood he
want dead certain of his man. But
each suspicioned the other, and Chavez
was dang careful 10 keep his bridle-rein
tight and his heels well into his horses
ribs. Old Tex is good sort Of man at
heart and he didn't want to shoot fell
ler-being on uncertainty, so he looks
him fair in the face with his muzzle and
saws. Il guess you're the man we're
lookin' for,' With that Chavez dropped
flat on his horse. sockcd in the spurs,
flung his pistol-hand back and let drive
at Old Tex, and smashed his ankle. SO
he got away that time, but he won't get
away many more times. Wen have
him yet. and il won't he the sheriffs that
take him. either Two or three Of Us
are going to take a blanket apiece. and
go off prospectin'. You know, and then
wei just happen on him and shoot him
like dog, without askin' for an intro
duction. like Old Tex did. Oh, dang
the sheriflis, they cant catch any thing.
Here they came out after Chavez with a
two-horse livery team loaded down with
six-shootcrs and Winchester guns, and
put up at Mitchell's as il it was n hotel.
But they didn't get any game on that
picnic. No, they didn't capture Vas
quez, neither. They only pulled him
out Of trap, that's all they did. twas
GREEK oEoRGE AND HIS WOMAN
that got the drop on him. They were