New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-06-11
A ScalDed Mans Story.

There arrived here on Friday evenings
Kansas Pacific train party OF three per.
sons, direct from DeadwOod City, the new
mining town in tue Black Hills. Learning
that one of the party had been shot and
scalped by Indians, reporter sought them
" of Boston, but lattarly of Custer, oh.
tanned the following interesting facts relat-
ing to q recent massacre about seventy
miles north of Fort Laramie. Mr.. Wood
ward was accompanied by T. S. Gates, of
st. Louis, and Herman Ganzio, of Milwau-
kee, the latter wounded and suffering from
wound in tie scalp. The scalp lie, in tact.
nail gone.
1t has often been said that man can live
after being scalped; but until last Friday
evening no ocular proof had been pro-
duced in this city substantiating that fact.
Herman Ganzio's head, from the centre Of
the forehead back to the crown of the head,
is at present one mass OF sores. The hair
has been cut away by the surgeons in
charge at Fort Laramie, but the pear.
shaped patch made by the ecalping knife is
thus made all the more distinct. The poor
fellow has been in hospital since the thir-
etood manfully by him, and reiterated their
intention to see him through to his home.
In conversation with the reporter, with
whom he had been previously acquainted,
Ganzio said, describing his mishap:
"You see we were coming down into the
valley of Hut creek, on our way to Fort
Laramie, when we thought we cav Indians
coming down the creek to the right. In.
stead Of camping there, We thought it
safer to water our stock and go into the
hills and make dry camp in the bushes,
if we could not make Running Water
Creek, where a large camp of freighters
were reported.
81 had been sent on ahead up the hill,
Just where the big stone hut stands on the
road, with q boy named Kountze, from
Omaha. and sat down to wait for the
wagons, which we're slowly coming up out
of the valley. When the wagons reached
us started on alone throug n the rocks and
pine bushes to seek good camp. A few
hundred yards further on looked down a
ravine to the right and saw five mounted
Indians ride across the valley. l started
to go back to the train, when at least
dozen Indians ran at me out of the
brush, and you bet l ran and
hollered for help. In q minute more
two or three of them shot at me. l
felt a sharp, singing pain in my left leg,
Then they were upon me in minute, and
one of them put his knee in my back.
while another hit me clip with a club or q
butt of gun, don't know which. l had
no time to think. All knew was l was
being scalped; my hair was held tight
felt hot. a red-hot singing sort of pain
all al ound the top of my head-being torn
out by the roots; it was too much; l could
not stand it: died-at least thought I
did. But my scalp was saved just as it was
being torn off The boys at the wagons had
seen me running; saw the Indians, and
came on-thirteen of them-and got up
lust in time to prevent the red devils finish
ing their work. The Indians, as we'll a. my
friends, thought was dead. But came to
again, and my scalp was laid back again.
Il was only half torn off, as you will see,
and is growing again nicely"
The poor fellow was taken to Fort Lara
mie, and received every attention, and as
soon az he was able started for his parents
home in Milwaukee. He is the first white
man who has felt the 'Injun's" hand in his
hair this year who has lived to come home
and tell how it feels. The Black Killers
spent yesterday in the city, and last even
ing continued their journey eastward
Kansas City Times.