Mohave County miner., 1883-12-30

R~NoAJ VA 1 ON0AhR OAAOAAb6 A4 l pipe. One of their bullets made ID ] ear sting. but the other went wide ( it's mark. I dropped, though, a soon as l heard the reports, and la , for half ah hour as if dead. Then crawled along to clump of sag bushes, where I got a good peep d , them, and then perforated their hide with buckshot. Of course, If tn tribe knew that I had murdered fou
 of their number they would mak
 short work of me the next time I g
 among them. They asked ma sooI
 after these things happened if I hst
 seen four of tlIeir bucks down il
 Denver the last time I was there
 said DO, of course, for I Lad not
 seen them in Denver, and I didn'
 say any more. Oh, yes, have seer
 some things during my rowing life
 but the toughest sight ever behelc
 was before the completion of the
 Union Pacific. I was going along
 behind my ponies, Bill and Jack,
 which were loaded with furs, when l
 saw an emIgrant wagon just n front
 of me, winding it's way slowly oyer
 the prairies. Now, the sight of an
 emIgrant wagon was not such an un-
 usual thing for me, but I knew there
 were about fifty Sioux bucks just 8
 few miles away who would necessa
 rily meet the emigrants before night
 fall. The family consisted of hus-
 band, wife and a fine buxom daughter.
 ''It was not long before the h. dians came up with us, and to make the matter worse, just before they reached us, the father of the family shot one of the Indian dogs. I told the old man that he had better settle with the Indians for the dog, but he was one of thos harum- -scarum sort D chaps and said he didn't give a darn for the whole tribe. did every thing in my power to kring about sattlement between him and the h.
 dians for the dog -RuA he wouldn't
 give a cent. The redskins ssttled
 the matter by tearing the daughter, screaming and crying from the mothers arms. That night I camped with them, and before morning they had murdered the girl in a maunef that makes me shudder to this day. l dld all could to save the girl, but l daren't say too much or they would have turned on me. Yes, l was the only white man that witnessed the Custer massacre. I had been trap ping along the Little Big Horn river that day, when a Sioux warrior, all covered with paint, rode up to me and said that there was going to be a big fight, and if I wanted to see it to go and join the squaws on the other side of neighboring gorge. I had no idea at the time that the fight was against Uncle Sam's soldiers un til l saw the blue-coated columns moving slowly up the gorge with Custer at the head. He was follow ing the trail of some Indians who were leading him into ambush. From my position on the side of tbe bluff, l behind lot of brier bush, got a | good view of tue terrible slaughter. Thousands of Sioux bucks were stationed on their side of the gorge, and when Custer was abreast of them they began to pour in a cross-fre, which moved his men down like grass. He could not advance, as the gorge ended at this point; neither could he retreat. In fact he was hemmed in, and the best they could do was to get behind the dead horses and men for protection. The Indians began to swarm out of their hiding places and charge him. He drove them back time after time with fearful slaughter, but it was no lse; for fresh men took the places of fallen braves, who charged again. At last all the blue coats had bitten he dust except Custer himself. There he stood alone, behind his lit le barricade of human bodies, with white face and set teeth, firing his evolver with his left hand and his saber with his right. The last thing I saw him do was to mash out the brains of a big Sioux with the butt of his revolver. The Indians intended to take him pris- :. 'ner, but he fought so like 8 tiger hat they had to Kill him. I left the cene in about half an hour after the ght, as the Indians had found some ' whisky in the cantsens of the dead !, oldiers and were preparing to have :
 big drunk; and concluded, there