Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-05-16
SIX PAGE EDITION.
THE PIONEERS OF THE MIS-.
SOURI,.
Housed by Redskins.


nett school, comes to us from the
Helena, Montana, Independent. !"
Johnny Healy, an Indian trader on
the Sun River, and as brave little
backwoodsman and Indian fighter
as there is on our Northwestern
frontier, came near being gathered
in by the redskins on the 9TH of
the present month. He was en-
route with goods from Fort Ben
ton to his trading post in the
British Possessions, and stopped
at Bakers trading post on the
Marias river to wait for his train
to come up from Fort Hamilton.
1t was night, and he was alone,
standing guard over his goods in
the log cabin which is used as a
trading place, when his attention
was attracted by noise in the
room next to the one which he was
occupying, but did not think it
worth while to investigate the
cause. It was lucky that he did
not, for a hole had been dug in the
floor in a position to command the
door through which he would have
to pass, and in the hole redskin
laid in wait. Not succeeding in
this attempt to kill him, they tried
The fire process, and Mr.. Healy
soon became painfully aware of
this fact by the smoke that came
rushing through the holes he had
made by loosening the thinking.
Fortunately he had keg of water
in the room, which lasted four
days, during which the Indians
continued the attempt to burn him
out, but the logs being green did
not kindle. The fifth day Mr..
Healy was obliged to 60 for water,
his supply being exhausted, but
saw no Indians, although he heard
them the night previous. One of
his employees came along the day
following, and both men secured
the bottom, but no Indians did
they find. 1t was we'll for Mr.. Lo
that they did not.
Healy is standard type of a
recklessly brave class of men who
know no fear, and who, year after
year, ply their hazardous vocation
as Indian traders in a country
swarming with hostile Indians, and
isolated from even the outskirts of
civilization by hundreds of miles
of barren plain. Scattered all
along the Upper Missouri, Yellow
stone and Milk rivers-trapping,
voting" poisoning wolves for
the pelts), trading and cutting
cord wood for the steamboats,
these brave souls build their
camps, not caring whether the
curling smoke of their log fire is
accepted by the painted denizens
of the forest and plain as battle
challenge or the overture of peace.
Year after year the conflict goes on
in the recesses of the wilderness
white against red-and the busy
world .sf civilization neither knows
or cares what is the result of the
struggle. Yet, what do we not
owe to the brave frontiersmen-the
avant guard of civilization and
progress whose ultimate fate is
the lonely grave on the woody
shore of their own favorite river
unwept save by the faithful, sor-
rowing tears of the passing hunter,
as his benizons involuntarily 60
Heavenward for the soul-peace of
the slain comrsde. These lonely
graves, like mile-stones marking
the strides Of Progress, line the
banks on either side of this father
of rivers for hundreds Of miles
homely but impressive monuments
of American history. Nor is it a
wonder that those who have more
than once been called to place the
mutilated corse OF the fallen from
tiersman beneath the sward OF his
hunting ground, should pause to
do their memory homage.
49, "Norton doesn't evidently
,ocv claim IN running a religious