The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-03-05
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THURSDAY, MARCH 5. 1891.
All INDIAN ADVENTURE.
The Remarkably Feracious Story Relate
by a L. l.. Railroad Conductor.


The Remarkably yeracious Story Related
by ), L. l.. Railroad Conductor
The Union Pacific express had just
left Iruckee. hound east. The con-
ductor had punched the tickets of two
passengers who had boarded at that
point, aud was again at liberty TO
pursue the thread of one of the many
narratives TO which | had been an IN
tcrezted listener.
Yes. They were boss times. round
go" said he. Il was a young man
then and rs clipper as any of EN-. l
can tell YOU Plenty Injins round
This country. too. and they hated a
white man like pisen. That reminds
me OF little adventure | had which
will give YOU IN idea of how bitter all
1njin can hate.
II was down to Silver City in the fall
of 81 | had Just returned from
successful prospectin' tour. and was
sort o loungin' around waitin' for
somethin' to turn up. | was gettin
about sick of doin' nothin'. when who
should | meet on the street one day
but Bill Winter. the partner of many
of ny adventures.
".Hallo. Captain, says he Just the
man I'm looking for. Got anything to
do?n
We'll. no say I; I'm kinder rusti-
catin.' Anything startling on?"
Yes. says Bill. there's prospect
in party down here waiting for a cap
tain. You'd better take charge
Done. says !; I'm your man. What
direction are we aimin fOr?'
East. following the course of the
Carson River to the fork. near the lake,
then towards the Augusta range says
Bill. and then, just anywhere
"Whoop, here's sport. Well, /
kinder guess | will 60" says |. L
know the country like book
In three DAYS we were provisioned
for two months trip. Four horses and
heavy wagon completed the outfit.
There were twelve men besides myself.
/ always did hate the number thirteen.
and | felt kinder blue when counted
the party, but said nothin'.
I'VE made twenty-five miles the
first dav. and at shutdown went to
camp by the river. After supper we
pulled staws for picket duty, and Bob
Mullen was chosen for the first two
hours. Bill Winters for the second.
A puff at the pipe made US all sleepy
and by 8 o'clock the camp was quiet.
Il guess I'd been asleep bout an
hour when | was startled by an I'M
earthly shrek. Others were wakened.
too. and we jumped to our feet and
made for the direction where Bob had
been pacing on guard an hour before.
The moon war shinin' bright. and we
soon found Bob. Poor fellow, he had
been stabbed n the back and was
dead. Closely examinin' the damp
sod near the body we found the hoof-
prints of Il herd of wild hogs. who had
scamuered away with Bob's dying
shrek. These hogs. | want to tell you.
were common camp-follow and
when a man was on picket would come
snootin' and grGntin' around the camp.
A felier wouldn't bother 'em unless
they got in his path. which they rarely
did, and then he'd simply kick them
out of his way and pass on.
'Nolhin happened the rest of the
night At sunrise we buried poor Bob
and a~ain examined the sod prints, but
marcy a trace OF anything human could
we find.
The next night, after hard days
tramp. we made camp. had supper,
and were soon dead asleep. At 10
O'Clock jake forget his other name
gave Il half yell which startled the
camp aud-well. we found him just us
we had found Bob, stabbed in the
back and stone dead.
Ill never forget the cold chill that
passed over ne nor the awe-Struck
feelin' which was plain OH every face.
We we're ali daled. and no wonder.
There wasn't man in the party who
wouldn't face death in a fair fight, but
this arrangement gave a Teller no
chance at ali. The boys wouldn't
back ont OF the nights picket and took
their daly without anything UNUSUAL
happening.
The following night, Bill, my old
partner, gave me quiet hand grip and
took the first picket duty. | was to
take the next following him. At IL
o'clock Bill touched me lightly on the
shoulder and said:
BE careful Cap, keep Your eyes
open?" gripping my hand at the same
time.
Looking carefully to the condition
of my rifle, | took my place on the
lookout. | made up my mind | wasn't
going to be stabbed in the back. so |
kept my eyes in all directions at once,
if such a thing were possible. | was
beginning to @it kinder careless, when
| noticed herd of hogs snootin' and
gruutin ut the other side of the camp
near the horses. They slowly worked
round my way while | watched them
curiouSlv. Four or live of the beasts
crossed my path, but the remainder of
the herd passed to the right and be-
hind me. ] was just turnin' my head
to the left TO resume my walk, when
like flash | caught the shadow of
standin' figure within four steps o me.
| fired and Il shrek rent the mir which
might have been heard n mile. Be-
fore YOU could say Jack Robinson the
camp was on top of me. I'll be hanged
if they didn't nearly shoot me by mis-
take.
This, of course. cleared the mystery.
The lnjin had got Il boars skin some
where, and Disgusting himself in it
had gone among the hogs as Que OF
'em.
You can bet we didn't allow any
more hogs around our camp the rest of
the trip.
Hello. there's the whistle for Reno.
Goodbye, stranger This is the
terminus of my division. "-Dstrou
Free Press.
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