National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1879-09-09
AN IOWI DIANA.

She Creates u sensation IN Wyoming.
Correspondence OF the Charlton Qowa) Lender
One Of your lady residents is at this writ
ing, ranked MS a heroine by the natives of this
wild, both whites and Indians. Miss Maggie
Foreman, who came to tho mountains a few
days since, TO visit relatives, has accomplished
n feat of which few hunters can boast. Miss
Foreman came 10 the springs, which are
situated twenty.eight miles above Fort Steele,
! on the hoad-waters of the North Platte, with
her sister, tospend few days in the very heart
of the wild country. Mr.. Jim" Adams, q noted
hunter and scout, accompanied the party as
guide and general protector. Mr.. Adams was,
| IL am rightly Informed, raised in Mount
| Pleasant In your State and came West in tho
| early days of the Union Pacific Railroad.
Being of an adventurous disposition, he drifted
about among military posts and Indian
| villages, and lie is to-day one Of the most dar-
| ing and bravtst scouts that ever followed u
trail in the Indian country.
But TO my story On Tuesday last n scout
from Fort Steele came up with dispatches for
II surveying party away above us in the Medi-
cine Bow Mountains Being an old friend aud
chum Of "Jim," the latter saddled broncho
10 accompany him few miles just for chat.
| "Jim's" iavorito horse was picketcd in the
grass near camp and Miss Foreman remarked
| TO her sister--who Is the wife of Mr. Adams
| brother-that the horse was such handsome
one she had great desire to take ride on
him. Her sister replied that she had often
| taken gallop Oh the animal, and that he was
perfectly safe. The horse was brought ill.,
| aud the writer saddled him and assisted Miss
Foreman to mount. She galloped around
the camp for u while, and was about to dis
mount, when shot was heard about 500
yards up the river, and u moment later an
enormous black elk came dashing out of n
ravine, with Jim" short distance behind
la. fall Ill
yet able to run at great speed The writer in
sport only, never dreaming she would
| undertake it, handed Miss Foreman large
| army Colts revolver, and told her to 20 and
help catch the enormous animal. Miss Fore
man took the weapon and started toward tho
elk, which was but short distance away at
| that moment And now began an exciting
chase. The horse was thoroughly trained for
such work by Mr.. Adams, aud rs soon as
started upon the trail, dashed forward with
| irightful speed. Adams urged his horse for
| ward IN n vain endeavor to oVertake her, but
| the little brOncho which he bestrode was no
| match for his own iavorite stecd. Tho elk
| started for tho mouth of Il canon, about milo
distant, through which IL could reach the
higher mountains. We felt greatly alarmed for
| Miss FOremans safety, believing that in the
excitement of the chase her horse had become
Interchangeable, until she was seen to fire the
| revolver at the elk. and then we knew that sho
WAS utter meat WO, tnrec, lOur SnOtS were
| fired, and yet the speed of the elk was not
lessened, but attic fifth shot It was observed
to waver, stagger, and in moment fall heavily
| to the ground. Then Miss Foreman was seen
to halt and fire another shot into the animal
us it lay struggling near the horses feet.
| We hitched up Il wagon and drove to tho
scene, where we found Adams sitting upon tho
body of the fallen monarch of the mountains,
while Miss Foreman, flushed and triumphant,
stood near. When we praised her daring,
Adams said "These Iowa girls are business
every time I'm from Iowa myself, and know
Il few OF 'em; but she can't pack or all the
praise, for there amt another horse in tho
mountains could have Rugged up to that elk
| like Billy did oh, old boy ?" And he carcssed
the noble animal in most afiecyionate man
ner. We had no facilities for Weighing the
animal, but Jim" says it will crowd 900 or
| 1000 pounds very close. A number of Yuma
Jacks band of Yuma Indians, who wero
camped near, and who witnessed the chase,
crowded around aud gazed upon the heroine
with stares of ama2ement one of them re-
marking, white squaw heap brave-ride all
same like wind in storm"