Daily Yellowstone journal., 1886-02-12
TAE CHEYENNE'S HATE.


The wife Of sub-chief known as Deg
Killer was taken suddenly i'll one night,
and was hastily sent for-that Il, after
the medicine men had held Q pow WOW
over her and made use OF all their
tricksry and chicanery without avail.
ms summoned to the lodge, and warned
that II failed to cure her my life must
pay the forfeit.
was now entirely out of medicines,
except about forty drops of pain killer.
Partly by signs and party by words the
squaw gave me to understand that she
had been poisoned by eating some
strange berries found up the banks OF
the stream. knew OF only one thing
TO do, and il might be too late to do
that with any hope Of benefit. That was
a plant called by the hunters Throw
up, and growing around the camp. 1t
sometimes resembles lobelia in looks.
though il is smaller. hastily gathered
q handful, made strong tea, and gave
the squaw such an emetic as she had
never before experienced. She was
deathly sick all night, but when day
light came she had passed the crisis and
was mending.
Dog Killer and dozen of his braves
were in and about the lodge to the last,
and fully realized that, should the
squaw die on my hands, my doom was
sealed. No excuses we're To he taken
and no mercy shown. When felt that
the woman was fully out OF danger,
turned TO the chief for nod of COM
mendation, but perceived scowl black
as midnight instead. Not one of the
warriors dared smile his approval, even
il he SO desired. i reali ed then that
there were those in camp who hungered
for my life. and that Dog Killer would
much rather have seen his wife corpse
than on the road to strength. When
the squaw, now free from pain and
resting easily, INDUCED in signs to
evince her gratitude. the chief seemed
very angry, and upbraided her in yigor-
GUS language.
Naturally, / had thought of escape ev-
cry day since my capture. The most seri-
GUS difficulty in the way was the late.
nesss of the season. knew that win
ter set in early in that region, and that
to be caught on tie plains or in the
mountains without plenty Of blankets
and food meant certain death. While
i had fai- general knowledge of my
geographical, position, | was uncertain
how high up on the Canadian VIE were.
That stream had its rise in New Mexico,
and emptied into the Arkansas in the
eastern part of the Indian territory. /
did not. as a matter of fact, know for
sure that We we're on the Canadian, hui
knew that il must be either that
or the (imarron. My pocket map
had been destroyed by the Cherokees,
but could remember the general course
Of the the two streams and the lay Of
the country. IL was from fifty to 100
miles south of Fort odge, as ! tried to
figure out, stood pretty good chance
Of escape if ! got clear of the encamp-
ment From the direction the Chey-
ennes had come when returning from
battle. felt quite sure that Gen.
Sully must have set out from Fort
Dodge with his expedition. This would
put me southwest of the fort, with a
plain to travel and two rivers to cross.
IL was out in my calculations as to
Fort Dodge, then the nearest haven OF
security. providing did not run across
troops in the field, was Fort Lyon, 10,
miles north west, in Colorado. shut
myself up in my lodge and schemed
and planned till mid afternoon. and the
result was that | determined to chance
d on the Fort Dodge route.
walked to the outskirts of the camp,
sstensibly to gather herbs, but really to
zee where the horses were herded at
night. and to determine what chance
there would be of getting clear of the
village when night came. was pres
emily Joined by limping warrior,
whose wounded foot had found in a
shocking state and almost cured. He
gathered few handfuls of herbs, and
then motioned for me to sit down and
examine his foot. We were both down,
md had his foot in my lap when he
eAntiousl v remarked:
''Dog Killer want to burn you"
II was the first word of English had
heard any of them use, and for mo.
ment was too astonished to do more
than gaze at him with open mouth.
"Hist. lnjuns looking" he whis.
pared. white man watch foot all the
fine"
$50 Dog S iller is my enemy | asked.
"Heap mad. Want to kill you"
"WilI the big chief let him.
big chief don't care"
bent over his foot, putting on ;
fresh poultice, and, after a bit, he con
tinued
"white medicine man must go ava!
tonight. Lose scalp tomorrow
How can go'
See tree over thereN
II was to my LETT, and a quarter of |
mile from camp, young tree CROWN,
alone few yards from the river bank
"Yes."
when lnjuns sleep you come. Find
msthers.
Tonight
"Yea White man heap medicine
Cure foot. Foot most well Go bach
now." .I
] had finished dressing the wound
md he got up and returned to biz
Lodge, and soon bundled up my herb'
md sauntered in careless way Il
mine, stopping here and there to exam
ine the Dealing wounds Of some of m,
pafients. o far as the number wen
IL were my friends, but none of then
we're veteran warriors or chiefs. They
sould speak in my favor, but they haf
70 influence.
was arranging some herbs over a