The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1886-10-27
NERVE OF A WHITE NAN.
BE WHIPS A PACK OF REDSKINS
IN ARIZONA.
A Hunters Story Of His Struggle
With Band Of HostiIes-A
Plucky stand.

A Hunters Story Of His Struggle
With Band Of HostiIes-A
Plucky stand.
The Silver City (Ari.) Enterprise has
found Z. G. Montgomery, who had a
fight with Indians a few weeks ago, and
learned his story of the remarkable af-
fray. The Indian slayer was clad in
loose fitting blue shirt, tight fitting,
plainly made trousers, over the bottoms
OF which came the tops of his heavy
boots. His hair and beard, of medium
length, were sprinkled with gray, though
the owner was apparently only forty
years of age Small of statue. neatly
built, quick in speech and motion, he
gave an impression of being wary and
dangerous in combat. He proved him
self an intelligent gentleman, a good
cOnve sationalist, evidently truthful, and
devoid of a staggering or boastful
spirit. In the course of the conversation
that followed and in response to numer-
GUS questions Mr.. Montgomery told his
story about as follows:
II am hunter, and the scalps Of ami
mails kill are paid for by Arizona. For
mountain lions | get S25, and for bears
SO, have been on the frontier sixteen
years. These scars you see on my body
we're made by Indian arrows when 1
was acting as scout in q war waged
upon Indians by Mckenzie The
place where l had this recent fight was
in Arizona, twelve miles from the reser-
vation and about forty miles from Cliff
ton. 1 was thoroughly familiar with
the ground having hunted there about
four years. l was going along trail
with my horse and pack mule, on which
were provisions and animal scalps, in
tending to reach water and make a
stand about two o'clock I was near
my destination when I saw a fresh Indian
trail. Apparently there was party of
three or four, with a horse. Soon l saw
another, and concluded l was in for it,
and that there were Indians behind me
and Others waylaying the trail. led my
horse up behind a swell, where bullets
would pass over him. and the mule fol-
lowed. My dog was growing all the
time. Then l began picking my way
along a ridge, protecting myself as far
possible and watching. Soon two In
dians, about two. hundred yards away
but some diEtance apart, fred at me. L
tried to return the fire, but they disap-
peared. At that instant my dog gave a
sharp growl. l wheeled, and as 1 did
so l saw a big burly fellow, who was
trotting for me, apparently thinking
had been shot. I felt a burning sensa-
ton in my right ear, the ball passed so
close. AS he was attempting to put
another cartridge in his gun l threw
up my rifle, saw his breast through the
sights, elevated the weapon, aimed at his
head and crashed his skull Just above the
eve. He tumbled forward upon his gun,
doubled up. He was between me and
the horses. l had found where the In
dians were, and saw that the animals
must be moved. As I ran toward them
l passed the Indian, who had been
Strengthened out by the dog. 1 took my
hunting knife, circled the neck, and
twisted the head off. In going to the
horses was shot at several times. When
the horse and mule had been moved
sneaGed back and waited. fearing that
the Indians were all around. 1 waited
twenty minutes and heard no sound.
Then l took the head, partially exposed
myself, and waved 1t above my head as
high as l could reach.
They arose and shot at me. I saw
the outline of the form of one as he sank
again. l fired, and he stumbled forward
and lay there. The other fellow was
not game. l did not see either again, and
when an hour had gone l stole away
and then began a journey. I would 90
half a mile, tie up, pick my way back
TO prevent them slipping on me, and
then travel again. kept that up
until dark, then unlOaded the mule
and made a flying ride, using mule
and horse alternately. At daybreak |
came TO white mans ranch and rested.
From there I went 10 Clifton. II was
good square fight, and l won. Luck was
with me when they had the drop on me,
and after that was even. Yes, | was
excited during the fight, but l could
shoot better than I could now, us I had
been keyed up tight for tive .ty minutes,
but when l felt that I had got away
from the gang l had to get down from
my horse, bathe my head and lie down a
few minutes. Two hours of such sus-
pense unnerves a man. No, 1 did not
have a Winchester rife. That's a good
saddle gun, Dut when a man leads the
life do one shot is all he wants. and he
needs a better gun than a Winchester.
had one of the latter kind in a fight with
bear once, and while / was trying 70
remove shell that had lodged the bear
mutilated me so that l could not sit in
the saddle during the next six weeks.
I had a Sharp of 46-calibre in this fight
/ am going to wait until that scalp is
thoroughly tanned, and then write its
record upon it and give the ornament 10
my sister, who has two Others that I took
years ago.
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