The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1890-02-06
HoLE-IN.THE.DAi
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A NO BILE Red Man of Other Days.
rst. Paul Globe

ST. raul GLOBE.
The reminiscent strain is QuisS a gen
eral and generous one with Maj. I. NJ.
Newson. Among the interesting and his
torical stories in his fund Of such is one
of the noted Chippewa chief, Hole-in-
the-Day, with whom he, in company
with other early settlers of St. Paul, was
personally well acquainted. The story,
in his own language, is as follows:
While sitting in a small Office in the
old Fort Smelling house, ST. Paul, Mimi,
in the year 1858, my attention was ar
rested by the imposing presence of a
large Indian chief, who, with his blanket
about him, strobe into the room with
the dignity of Roman senator. He was
large man, with high cheek bones, a
well poised head, brilliant black eyes
and hair, and with a pleasant smile he
exclaimed while passing: "Booshu ne
chee"-how to do. friend?-and took a
seat near me. There was massive
characteristic about the man which did
not belong to the ordinary Indian, and
yet he had all the Indian peculiarities.
DIDN'T LESSEN HIS APPETITE.
Dinner was soon announced, and he
took seat near me at the table. He ate
with ordinary deliberation and slowed
away an ordinary amount of food, but
while so engaged one of the windows
was suddenly darkened, and on looking
up beheld many grimy faces and burn
ing eyes, with war paint and feathers,
the possessors of which belonged to the
Sioux nation, and which nation had been
for years and was then at war with the
Chippewas. Cleaning knives and par
tally covered tomahawks made my DO
sition by the side of the Chippewa chief
rather uncomfortable, so / moved; but
he continued to eat, and then the door
opened and some ten or twelve Sioux
warriors filed along in front of the foe
OF their people, with clinched rifles and
hearts glowing with revenge. Still calm,
with not a muscle of his mobile face de.
noting fear, the chief finished his dinner,
coolly arose, drew his blanket about him.
and with lordly tread, compressed
lip and flashing eye, walked down in
front of these hostile Sioux, and lighting
his pipe, deliberately pulled the smoke
into the very faces of his inveterate foes.
That man was Hole-in-the-Day the chief
of the Chippewa nation, and the Sioux
warriors were on his warpath, but they
feared the white mans troops at Fort
Smelling would dart down upon them the
moment blow had been given, SO they
restrained their wrath and let the great
chief depart unmolested.
Hole-in-the-Day was an Indian of re-
markable sagacity and intelligence. He
associated with the whites and compre-
hended their ideas of civilization. He
was very willy and very brave, and
greatly feared by his enemies. 1t ia
said of him that he would float down the
Mississippi river in his canoe to st. Paul.
paddle across the stream to the opposite
shore, secrete his boat, lay in wait foi
the Sioux, who were in the habit of fol-
lowing the trail to Mendoza, then pounce
down upon them, kill one or two. secure
their scalps and make his way back tc
the east shore and thence home. He
visited Washington several times. and
became very well versed in the ways of
tricksters and politicians. Once, while
on visit to the capital, he fell in love
with white waiter girl in the National
hotel, proposed to her, was accepted, and
they were married. He came west, re-
paired his home near Fort Ripley, in
stalled his wife in his tepee as the white
Indian queen, and soon after he was as
sassinated while riding home with his
little son, probably growing out of the
insane jealousy of his squaws.
HIS TWO SONS.
This white widow of Hole-in-the-D ay
lives at present, or did live, in Minneap.
oils, where her son held position in the
postof1ce, but l believe he is now in
some official position on the White Earth
reservation. Ignatius Hole-in-the-Day,
the eldest brother, and heir apparent to
the craftsmanship, was drowned in the
Illinois river in Chicago about one year
ago. Of course he was full blood. His
brother, or rather his half brother, the
son of the white wife, is fine, genteel
well educated young man, and quite at
tractive in his appearance. The head
men of the tribe have been anxious to
have him take the place of his father,
but in an interview with me he said,
while he would like to do something for
his people, he could not go from civiliza-
ton back into the habits of the Indians,
as he would be obliged to do to hold any
power over them.
The chief, Hole-in-the-Day, had mag
nificent physical organization. He was
very straight, quite dignifed, and yet
Hrk IL L.
generally liked by the whites During
the Sioux outbreak in Minnesota in 1869
he had overtures from Little Crow, the
great Sioux chief, to join with him in
massacreing the whites, but he declined
the honor, although some of his peopl
were anxious to have him do SO. st.
Paul, in early times, without Hole-in
the-Day, would be like the play of
"Hamlet" with Hamlet left out.
On e>bank of the upper Mississippi,
about Little Falls, in Minnesota, lies the
body of the once great Chippewa chief
and that of his father, Hole-in-the-D Day,
another noted chief before him, both
bodies facing south, SO they can watch
the movements of their enemies-the
Sioux. There is depression between
the two hills upon which the bodies lie
and in the middle of this depression
stands lone tree, conveying the idea
from the roadside that a sentinel was
guarding the graves. But how changed
is everything now! Gone are the In
dams and their chiefiains, but in their
places have come great cities, and back
of these roar the great waves of civiliza-
ton as they roll onward in their wild
. career to the Pacific ocean.
An Odd Ronaparte.