Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1879-05-24

ing where they fall in death-like stupor
men, women, children all drunk; the
camp in an uproar; occasionally the
sharp crack of a pistol, or the wild cry
of the Indian police guard, and
savage blow with war
club. The afternoon wears slowly
away; the scene grows wilder and
wilder; the war dance is danced in the
inclosure; the war cry is yelled: the
bucks rush around stark mad. Down
goes the door of the trading window
with bang; its bolt drops; the door
TO the bedroom opens and shuts again
with crash as we walk out, and Haley,
used up with the strain on his nerves,
sinks exhausted on pile Of blankets.
The Indians are warned to leave the in
closure-to keep away from the build
ing. Screaming threats to burn the
tort that night, to scalp the entire gar
rison, they stsgger slowly toward their
camp. There is enough whisky there
to last until morning, and then the
devilment is fast and furious. Haley,
sitting at bastion loophole, hears the
savages bowling threats to eat his heart,
to boil him, to burn him, to roast him
before a fire. Whiz! comes an Allen
musket ball past the house. Here comes
another. Down stairs. a buck, mad
dened with Yellow-head whisky, tries
to shoot through the cracks of the door.
Instantly bastion belcbes out shot, bu,
the Indian is missed. He retreats to the
river bank, and from its cover empties
the contents of Henry rifle into the
building. This warfare was kept up all
night. Constantly fearing an attack in
force, and knowing that if surprise is
successfully made, death by torture
would be the fate of every man in the
post, the whites kept wide awake.
Next morning the trade began again.
1 saw good painted robes bought for a
quart of whisky, common robes for a
pint, and extra good robes for two
quarts of whisky. Constant watchful-
ness was needed, and the great strain
of Haley's nerves when cooked and
loaded revolver was thrust into his face
was dreadful. But he would look square
ly into the drunken savage's eyes and
say, "Shoot, and the men in the bas-
tons will riddle you with rifle balls
The Indian would look at the bastion,
see six or eight rifles pointed at him,
and would change his mind. During
the day the most trying scenes took
place continually. The Indians fought
among themselves, some were badly
slashed or stabbed with knives; some
were killed. On this second day the
so-called" sport was at its worst. The
Indian police got drunk; all who were
able to walk were drunk. Buffalo robes
came in rapidly. and a continual stream
of canteens and kegs went out of the
window. The second night was worse
than the first. The whizzing Of rifle
balls and the " thud" of the lead as it
struck the logs of the house attracted no
attention from us. But Haley's men
peered anxiously out into the darkness
TO watch for fire, as all day long the red
furies had boosted that this was our last
night on earth; that we would be burnt
out before morning. The third day the
Indians ran out of robes. Then they
offered to trade horses, rifles, blankets,
any and every thing they had. Here
Haley's good sense showed itself. The
trade closed. Then the Piegan camp
sobered off. Their dead were hauled to
lodge and deposited. My excellent
friend, Bull-Back-Fat, was killed after
ward in just such "spree" as this.
He, the Blood war chief, was shot by q
couple of Piegans. Supposed by his
followers to bear a charmed life, he was
not proof against balls from Sharp's
rifle.
The day after the SOLDERING process
was completed the entire camp of Pie
gans left for the mountains to get lodge
poles. Giving them days start to-
wards the foot hills, Warner and l left
early the next morning for the Rocky
Springs, on our way to Sun River Sta
ton in Montana. -NeW York Sun.