Litchfield enquirer., 1875-08-12
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 ''Ijuns, stranger-Iniuns? Yes, know tho huli gang of 'em from Red Cloud and Spotted Tail down to the toddling pap- poose. fought to known 'em-Fve fit 'em for nigh onto thirty years Y. TT
 He was a grim-looking old man, with grizzly locks ill view under his coon skin cap. He had on a bear-skin coat, Indian moccasins, buckskin shirt and leggings, and he held long rife between his knees fThsss Western. railreaav ats rapidly efvilIzing the country-fass 4AliHg of 4n- dians, wolves, and buffaloes?"
 He looked around the car, which Was handsomely furnished and finished, and sighed as he replied:
 ''Yes, times 9ate gittins wuss 9an wuss down this way. I've been thinkin' of go- in up to the Yellowstone, whar man can go out any time Q day and git up sqhati fight with q grizzly or raise rumpus
 ''You must be quite an old man?"
 ''Only bout sixty. l aint quite so Him. Der on a long run, an can't sleep quite SO we'll with the rain pouring down into my face, but if thought I wasn't good for any three Iniuns on the plains, or any grizzly that ever stood on legs, I'd ax ye to shoot mer'
 ''You must have seen wild times out here?"
 ''Purty wild-purty wild," unused the old man, ''there used to be heaps O reds out here. to say nothing of the wolves, bars and rattlesnakes, an thar was times when death rose up to shake hands with me-"
 "Ever taken prisoner?"
 "I thought hev been-I guess was p he said, as he uncovered his head.
 "Why, you've been scalped !'
 They called 1t sculping, stranger v
 And who did that?"
 'This same blasted Red Cloud. He didn't use the knife, but he stood by and holIered and encouraged the man who did do it."
 stYour sensations must hava been tarri. ble." - ' ''-Ts
 There wasn't time to feel any sensa- tions, stranger. They sneaked in on me an Tom as we dozed. an when woke up Tom was riddled an my sculp was hang ing to an Iniuns belt !" ~ ~
 "And what then?"
 Nothing much. I got up and killed two, wounded another, and legged it up a canon and got away. If was to do it over again I'd git my topknot back or fight the whole Sioux nation till sumbody went under !'
 He seemed lost in reflection for a mo- ment. and then continued: rfv
 1 don't know what sculps are wuth in the market, but Iguess I've gotthe full value o mine. I've knocked over risin' of thirty Sioux since that night, an E, guess I'd be willin' to pass receipts p
 ''I suppose you've had turn at half q dozen different tribes?"
 "Less see?" he unused. .'Thar's the Sioux, Blackfeet, Pawnees, Arrapahoes. Shoshones, Cheyepnes. an three or four other tribes. They've all hunted me, and I've hunted them, an can't say as they owe me anything"
 ''I notice bad scar on your face"
 "Purty good scar for common man. but l kin show ye the sculp- lock of the Pawnee who made it. He jumped on to me Iist after 1 had swum n river, an he thought he'd got hold of jack-rabbit. Twas bad cut, and it kind 'mazed me at fust, but when I did come to he was gone afore he could yell twice said it was n purtv good scar, but it isn quite
 And he pushed up the logging on his right leg and exhibited a scar which made me draw back. The foot, ancle. and the leg as high as could sec had been burned by fire. . " 78I0oT "
 '"The Blackfeet had me fast to a stake once, ye obsarve," he explained. That was the time when they poked each other m the ribs an said they had dead-sure thing on old Carter. but they wuz niista- ken. They had me three days, and I'd bin kicked an cuffed around until there want any more fun in it, an then they tied me to a stake an lighted fire around me. rwm pretty clrs, stranger-pretty clus l"
 "And how did you escape?"
 Halt a dozen of my old pards came along Jlst III time to knock over half the band, and save me- There was silence again while he un- buttoned his shirt and showed me a bo. som literally gri9- -ironed with sears.
 Well, thar may be two or three knife cuts thar" he explained, but the heft of them scars wuz made by a grizzly. He wasn't one 0 these bar calves that sum folks knock over an then blow about. but a eglar three-story. old-fashioned griz- Ely, such as ye don't find outside O the darkest canons in the Rockies. I wuz bendin' over the fire when the varmint slid down a canon an wuz right on hand afore had any warnin'." sg5
 And was 1t a hard fight?"
 "It wuz purity fight, stranger, because It wuz fair fight. had big knife, an he had teeth an claws, an we went in ter kill. He wuz good grit, but little slow. Thar wuz about thirty days after that lit- tle epysode that my pard had to nuss me like child"
 And you mean to die out here?"
 That's for the Lord to say, but 'spects yer more'n right. The Iniuns is purty quiet down here, an these keers ar bring Ing heaps O people West, but I'm goin' up whar Q white man won't disturb the Lords work fora hundred years to cum !! feel kinder mean an small down here as If l wuz huntin' rabbits, but up the Yellowstone feller kin brace up after he's knocked over red or two an feel as NF In r.