Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1875-07-15
Life in the w est.
"Sculped."

ted Tail down to the toddling
pappoose. I ought to know
'em-I've fit 'em for nigh onto
thirty years!"
He was a grim-looking old
man, with grizzly locks in view
under his ceon-skin cap. He
Mad on a beal-skin coat, Indian
moccasins, buckskin shirt and
leggings, and he held a long RI
Ee between his knees as we
4lked.
i A"These Western railroads arc
r,pidIy civilizing the country
ftt killing off Indians, wolves,
art buffaloes?"
lie looked around the car,
whRh was handsomely furnished
and finished, and sighed as he
repled:
'Nes, times are gittin' wuss
an wtss down this way. I've
been tinkin' of goin' up to the
Gellotstonc, whar a man can
go ouaany time O day and git
up a salar fight with a grizzly,
or raisdhrumpus with the reds. :"
~ oumust be quite an old
man?"
"OnIJ bout sixty. 1 aint
quite so mber on a long run ,an'
can't sle4 quito SO well with the
rain pouAg down into my face,
but if l t bought I wasn't good
for any Aree Injuns on the
plains, or by grizzly that ever
stood on Ags, I'd ak ye to shoot
me!"
"1ou m st have seen Wild
times out Rre?"
"Purty tiLd--purty Wild"
unused the ol man; "there used
to be heaps ! reds out here, to
say nothing t the wolves, bars
: and rattlesnaes, an thar was
: times when bath rose up to
r shake hands Nth me-"
"Ever takenprisoner?"
81 mought by been-I guess
l was!" he saidA As he uncovered
! his head.
:. "Why, you'vRoccn scaIped!"
They, They called it scuIping,
"And who did hat?"
t "This same blasted Red
3 Cloud. He didn'pse the knife,
. but he stood by Ind hoIleFed
E and encouraged tR chap who
did do il"
"Your sensationsmust have
been terrible"
"There wasn't timto feel any
! sensations, strange They
t sneaked in On me an7pom was
: riddled an my sculpkas hang
4 ing to an Injun's belP
"And what then?' -
"Nothing much got up
and killed two, wound( anoth-
I er, and legged it up a caon and
got away. If it was tdo over
a again I'd git my topknl back
:: or fight the whole Siou Gation
till sumbody went undelI
: HeIseemed lostin refedon for
a moment, and then conhued:
81 don't know what sclbs are
A wuth in the market, but 4uess
I've got the full value O 'bine.
; I've knocked over risin' othir-
ty Sioux since that night, IN l
5 guess I'd be willin' to paAre-
ceipts!"
h 81 suppose you've had a trn
l at half a dozen different.tr tribE"
LESS see?" he musel-
n 'Thar's the Sioux, Blackf#,
Pawnees, Arrapahoes, Shot
ones, Cheyennes, an three I,
four other tribes. They've Al
hunted pe, and I've hunta
them, an L can't say as the
: owe me anything"
!. 81 notice a bad scar on you
S face"
! "Purty good scar for a com
e mon man, but [ kin show ye tn
! sculp-lock Of the Pawnee VIII
i madeit Hejumped on to me jis
d after l had swum a river, al
{ he thought he'd got hold of
d jack-rabbit. Twas bad cut
d and it kind a 'mazed me at fust
). but when l did cum to, he wa
2 gone afore he could yell twice
/ l said it was a purity good scar
but it isn't quite ekal to this.
It And he pushed up the leg
E. gings on his right leg and ex
+ hibited a scar which made m
: draw back. The foot, ankle
! and the leg as high as I coul
see had been burned by fire.
"The Blackfeet had me fas
to stake once, We obsarve," h
exclaimed. "That was the tim