Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-04-06
INDIAN TREAcHERY.
Thrilling Tale Descriptive of the Eed-
 mans Real Nature.

mans Real Nature.
 ''Perhaps,p he said, us he leaned back in his chair, toying with the slender stem of his glass, 'I am nat urally prejudiced against them. tThe party were talking about lndians.) But it is my opinion that it is hard to make Il white man out of m Indian.
 You sec" he went on, straightening up suddenly as he became interested and his eyes flashed, 'l cant very easi- ly forget case know of. They were all a pretty rough lot, but good fellows of that kind went in those days. There were four of them, and they had picked their horses and were all around the campfire. Jack Wellen was making coffee, and no doubt it was good coffee, for have tasted his coffee many time and never knew it to disappoint me He was bending over the coals and the others were lying there smok- ing when it happened. 1t didn't take long. There was a rush. The embers were scattered to the winds. half dozen shots, hand-to-hand clinch, struggle over the saddles and on the ground, and the fight was ended. Only one of the boys got away, and pity 1t was that any of them went down like that.
 "A party of fifteen went over the prairie at hard gallon the next day, WinchesterS across their saddles and carefully-loaded Colts in their belts. They rode three days after the assas- sins, and when they found them they were worse than the Indians had been. They caught the red devils in camp and shot them down faster and surer than their friends had met their end. Only one of the Indians got out alive, and she was young squaw Now the rest of the story isn't nice, but it's all gospel truth and carries its own moral. One of the boys swung his lariat around her neck. He drew it up taut and led her behind him. You see it was vengeance with him. He was in the saddle and he trotted her | over the lands for hours. don't think he knew what he was going to do with | her finally, but his blood was hot and | he hated the whole race. She was ready to drop when he took pity on her, and, slipping off his saddle, he knotted the moose around her throat and lifted l her into the saddle. He was only a barbarian himself. you see, but he 1 couldn't kill woman that way in cold blood.
 Well, when they got back to the ranch he got n collar and fastened it or her neck and tied her so she could not escape. She was handsome woman not a bit copper-colored, and had clear eyes and dazzling skin. He kept hel tied all the time. feeding her as ii she were a wild panther. and sht got so tame that she followed him around as far as her tether would lei her go. She used to pine when he wa: out of her sight, and crouched at hi: feet when he was around. That is tho | way with SquawS, you know.
 1 His heart softened in the end, and one day he took off the collar and tolt her to go. She wouldn't move. HG couldn't drive her away. He offered tC send her back to her tribe, but she sa right down and refused to move ar inch. He didn't know what to do. II, coaXcd her, and begged her, and threat ened her. She just groveled there or the ground and hung to his boots. SC one day he put her behind him on hi broncho and rode sixty miles to settle ment. He married her there and cam, back to the ranch.
 Ut was less than six months afte this that the devils came down on u again. He was in the cabin with her sitting before the fire. When he hearC the first yell he jumped to his feet, and seizing his rifle, started to bar the door
 There was an aX on the wall and sh
 pulled it down and followed him, read,
 to die for him. They came bursting
 into the cabin before either of then
 could reach the door. They were al
 around him, yelling like demons an,
 brandishing their tomahawlls above hi
 head. He jumped into a corner, draw
 ing her behind him to protect her
 There was fighting in the door. fo
 the other boys had come over ol
 the run when they heard the noise
 Her eyes were blazing and sh was in a tremble then. But when sh heard the yclls as the Indians wen down before the revolvers she turne like tiger on her husband. He wa l fighting like a madman, shooting wit
 one hand and clubbing with the other } He was defending her when she raise ) the aX and killed him. She got ava } with those that survived the fight in tn
 room. I don't know whatever becam 7 of her, but when I saw him go dow , with a groan of surprise and grief at he , treachery I said: An Indian once an
 an Indian always And. mind you, w were all fighting for our lives.
 This isn't pleasant story and IT } sorry told it, but you can understan l me now when say that believe in tn } old saying about the only good Indian. IN. Y. Tribune.