Morning journal and courier., 1882-08-23
A Venerable Buffalo Robe.
The Treasure Which a Georgian CIings TenacfousIy.
From the Atlanta (Ga.l Constitution.l

From the Atlanta (Ga) Constitution.l
 ''Yes " said well to-do business gentle man of Atlanta to Cof1stitutio7l representa- tive yesterday, 'that buffalo robe Is old, worn, faded, ugly, and worm eaten, but l wouldn't take $5, GOO for 1t. .'
 sThen you are not as sensible as thought you were," replied the reporter, as he eyed the buffalo robe spread upon the floor. Sensible or not, mean it. I have been offered $1UO and $2OO for it repeatedly, and once had an offer of $500: See, continued the speaker, pointing to the faded hierogly- phics on the inside of the robe, 'that was painted by Sioux Indian artist 70 years ago, and for many winters kept warm the body of one of the greatest chiefs that tribe ever produced. That robe was his treasure, and tor it he fought and many of his best braves died''
 E'Ihat's q good speech and we'll delivered, but it sounds like 8 snake story" remarked the cedar shover the gentleman paused, out of breath.
 "No it is TO snake story, and will show you why value that robe much. My ! father was Georgian. and when Georgia sent her soldiers to the Mexican he shouldered his gun and went along. From I the time he lett home till the treaty of peace ! was signed he staid with his regiment, and ! when at last he came home that robe was all 1 by it and always kept it in his room. To his l family he told how he got it. One day dur Ing the war he scouting with a detach l ment of his regiment and came upon band of Indians. A fight was the result, and after a few volleys the Indians retreated or rather those who could did so. Among the wound ed was an old chief, and when the soldiers came up to where he lay on the battle field there was some talk of killing him, for he was recognized as the most heartless, cruel, and fearless Indian on the plains, but my father interfered and from his own canteen put water between the wounded chiefs parch- ed lips. But his wounds mortal and soon all knew that the cruel, heartless chief was dying Just before death he beckoned my father to his side and by signs gave him
 that robe That is how it came into the fam
 ''And that is why you wouldn't take $500 for it ?"
 .'No, not, exactly When the late war came on I enlisted, and when my old father sent my tricks to the camp he sent that robe. I did not want to take 1t, because it was so cumbersome, but when he insisted l yielded. Well, went to Virginia, and while trotting around after StonewalI Jackson, lost the robe. I was greatly worried my loss, and used every exertion to recover the old robe. Everybody in my regiment knew of the robe, it's history, and it's loss, and every one kept an eye open for it.. We'll, about the time of
 the Cross Keys and Port Republic fights, I learned one day that my robe was in Stone wall Jacksons tent. I went to and sure
 enough it was there When entered the tent, or rather looked into the tent old Stonewall was lying upon the robe. Finally
 I mustered courage to tell him of my loss.
 He heard my story with patience, and then said that the robe had been brought him
 about week before by an Alabama soldier.
 He offered to surrender it, but I couldn't
 take it and told him to keep it-at the same time giving him it's history-and would get it after the war if he did not lose it. Well.
 he kept it. At the battle of Charlottesville
 he received his death-wound, and when he
 died he died on that robe, and believe some
 of that red which looks like paint is some of
 the bero's blood. After his death I claimed
 the robe, then doubly dear to me, and sent
 it home. Now, would you take $5, 900 for
 it? I can prove every word of my story fr11e D