Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-08-15
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When I was quite young, my father
went as missionary to the Indians who
lived In what was known as the Red
River district. We made the voyage
down the river from St. Joseph, Mo-,
In two canoes, which were drawn upon
shore for us to sleep in at night, bright
fire being kindled in front of them to
keep off prowling animals.
In this way our little party, consisting
of my father, mother, one older sister,
myself, and two boatmen journoyed to
the mission station. The station was
long, low, double building of logs, al
ready occupied by another missionary
named Mccoy. He had lived, until our
family came, without any other compan-
ion but half breed Indian called Tony.
Supplies were sent to his lonely spot
by the Board of Missions and other
friends from the States. These were
brought down the river in canoes, and
hauled up to the station ON rude sled
by yoke of stout oxen.
One day Mccoy and my father had
gone to the river for load Of supplies.
1t was days journey to the landing
and back. Tony had gone with them.
No one was left at home but mother and
US two girls.
The Gay passed very pleasantly. To-
ward noon, as we were watching moth
er about her work, my sister suddenly
clapped her hands, and cried out. "Oh,
what big dogr'
We turned to the door, and my moth
err uttered a cry of terror, for In the
doorway there stood, not dog, but q
large black bear.
He was probably drawn by the smell
OF the sugar and molasses, for bears are
very fond of sweets. We were greatly
frightened, and could not leave the cab
in, because the animal was between us
and the door.
Ii we could have got to the ladder and
up the loft, we might have escaped that
way; but the barrels were In front of
the ladder, and so was Bruin. There
was really no way OF escape, SO nay
mother drew us two children close to
her, and took refuge behind the great
packing box where she had been at
work, thus putting slight barrier be-
tween us and our unwelcome visitor.
A barrel of crackers was open, and we
found out then that bears like crackers
for that fellow soon upset the barrel and
munched as many as he pleased, while
we looked helplessly on, and saw our
Injuries disappear.
But he was anxious to get at the
sugar, and soon left the crackers and be-
gan to paw and scratch at the sugar bar
rel, which was not open, and which
stoutly resisted his efforts.
He grew angry, and, with fierce
growl, gave it a smashing blow with his
huge paw, and lifted his foot for anoth-
er, when report from rifle sounded in
our ears, and we heard the ping Of n
ball just as Mr.. Bruin rolled, q huge
wooly heap, on the floor. The sound
of a horses feet followed, and, as my
mother hurried out from her refuge, our
deiverer stood in the wide doorway.
He was stalwart Indian, with long
black hair streaming half yard down
his back, and scarlet blanket wrapped
around his strong limbs. We children
were almost as much afraid of him as Of
the bear But all the Indians who came
to the mission were friendly, and my
mother knew this one. He was Cher
okee chief, called Ma-shoon-tire, which
means, "The Running Wind"
"Ha! Squaw heap scare? White
papoose heap scare?" he cried, with a
laugh. "Me see tracks, track him in
house! Shootee! No hrrt?" accom-
panying his words with expressive pan
tomime.
My mother told him we were not hurt,
and thanked him for shooting the bear,
in words which he could understand.
"Hel he Bear much good meat p
said Ma-shoon-tire. "Bear want eatee
up you. Now you eatee up BEAR"
At my mothers request, he dragged
the huge carcass outside the door; but
when she told him it was his bear, as he
had shot it, he emphatically refused to
claim it.
My mother then gathered up pailful
of the scattered crackers and gave them
to Ma-shoon-tire, who. when he learned
their use, seemed to be as delighted
with them as the bear had been. He
Allied the capacious huntingg-pouoh at
his side with them, and then began to
examine the goods which my mother