Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-08-12
A HOT RACE FOR LIFE.
Close Call of the Daltons, Pursued by
a Posse of One Hundred.
START ON A LAWLESS CAREER.
Cutting Wire Fences on the Run While
Under Eattling Fire.
AN INDIAN TERRITORY RlNCHEk's TALE

ST. LOUIS, Aug. 11.-Burrie Cox, ran ch
man of Tulsa, 1. T., and who, by the way, II
one-eighth Creek Indian in his own right
was in St Louis yesterday. He guarded Il
carloads of cattle into the city, and left
again for the land of bucking ponies and
dirty blankets by an evening train. Burrie
is q six-footer, broad of shoulder and rather
lank of build, bronze-cheeked and sharp
eyed. He can shoot as quick as the next
man, and, as he terms it, "a heap sight
straighter n most" He talks very fuently
about his wild life, and not the least inter.
esting of his experiences has been his
acquaintance with the Dalton boys, Grant,
Bob and Emmet, whose names are now
veritable terrors to railroad officials. Burre
knows probably as near as any who are not
members of the "Dalton gang" the true in
wardness of many of their feats that have
been distorted or belittled by deputy mar
shals and express messengers
II was brought up right alongside of the
Daltons," said Burrie, ''and for good, de-
cent lot of fellows, they were as way up as
the next. They were drove, simply drove,
into stealing and robbing, but they've al
ways treated me square. Soon after they
got to going, they wrote to me and ssid:
You amt got any express cars to rob.
Well let you alone, Burrie, and we want
YOU to let us alone 1 said it was go, and
since that time haven't lifted a hand to
harm them. Anyhow, what good would it
do me? 1 might go out and ketch them,
and then L might go out and ketch a heap
of cold lead in my stomach, and my little
wife would be widow, my kids orphans
and my ranch an orphan asylum.
Nine of the Dalton BOYS.
''There were nine brothers of the Dali
tons, and Cole he moved out to California
early, near Fresno. Charles B. Dalton
moved to Kingfsher, Okla, and went farm
ing there, and Frank was a United States
deputy marshal, and got killed near Fort
Smith, Ark, while trying to make an ar
rest. But Bob and Grant and Emmett,
they're the ones the country's talking
about. Grant held commission under
Deputy Marshall Carroll at Fort Smith and
Bob one under the Fort Smith court also.
He afterward went to the Usage Agency as
a deputy marshal, and while there got ac-
cused of selling whisky. This means the
penitentiary if convicted, you know. EN-
met was with Bob then, and there was a
writ issued against them both, charging the
offense. Bob went to Wichita, where he
had to answer for it and gave himself up.
He was there bound over without evidence,
and Alf Houts and Cyrus Reardon went his
bond for $1,000. You can guess this
made the brothers, and especially
Bob, pretty blamed mad. 1t was then, and
not till then, that they started out as law
breakers. They went out and stole bunch
of 30 horses and drove them to Baxter
Springs, where they were sold. A man
named Scott bought the horses, and they
then stole another bunch. They wanted
the money to beat that case at Wichita.
There was fun on hand when the bows
rode to Baxter Springs, Kan, with that
second lot of Gags. The owners of the first
bunch were there getting back their horses.
Bob and Emmet and a Creek Indian drove
their second lot to Baxter bold as you
please, and Bob went in to see if the way
was clear. As he approached the depot he
met young man, who said, "are you the
fellow that lost the horses up in the Terri
tory, and are up here after them?"
Rush After Weapons.
"Bob says yes, and rides back to Emmet
and the Creek. They're dead on to us, he
remarked riding down toward them, and |
it's about time We was getting out of here
"Clem Rogers Cherokee, who lost some |
of the first bunch of horses and was in town |
hunting for them, drove down past the |
three of them and nailed 'em for what they |
were. Looking up the street, the two |
brothers and the Creek saw the men of the |
place rushing into the hardware store after
guns The chase was on. Grabbing the |
best horses in their string, Bob, Emmet and /
the Creek lit out About a mile out of |
Baxter Springs the Daltons left the main
road and followed little branch toward
the boundary of the Nation. When they
got to the line they found that the country
was divided up into little fields ten acres