The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1892-07-12

A Sedallan Relates Reminiscen
ees of the Great Indian
Massacre in Min.
nesOta In the
Year 1862

Seated on . front porch, on Eas
Fourth street, with two friends las
evening, Mr.. W. w. Norton, who ha'
just returned from . years sojourn i,
Minneapolis, became Interestingly re
miniscent of early days in Minnesota
he having removed from Ohio to tba
state soon after the outbreak Of tn
late civil war.
One day, said Mr.. Norton, some
time after the great uprising of th'
Sioux Indians in Minnesota il
1862, when 90 many settlers wers
murdered and their farms destroyed
!: happened to stop at cabin out in
the wilderness, where resided . pic
neer's family, and I was relating The
circumstances Of the death Of Little
Grow, the celebrated leader of thu
massacre, to Mrs. Lamson, my hostess
when / noticed her emile in . rather
peculiar way. ! inquired if che were
credulous a. to my story and she
asked why she should be, a. it was her
father who had shot the noted chief.
tain, though l had not known before.
hand who the lady WAS, and suspected
that Was telling her something new.
After the United States soldiers and
settlers had checked the destruction
and massacre caused by the great In
dian conspiracy and uprising, the
Sioux fed and were pursued.
One day Lsmson and his son, aged
fifteen years. happened upon an In
dian and q Sioux boy, the latter also
about fifteen years old, taking refuge
in Q cranberry marsh. The white
man and the red, the latter of whom
proved to be Little Crow, instantly
leveled their rifles and fred at cloee
range, but without effect. It was to
load then for life. Whichever one
should be the most expert in handling
his gun would doubtless shoot and
kill The other and thereby save his
own life. It was . desperate moment
and one upon which hung in the BAL
Ance the matter of life and death.
Both rifles were old fashioned muz-
zle-loaders. Little Grow, in his intense
eagernee and great excitement, made
. fatal mistake. In extricating bis
ramrod it clipped through his hand
and few ten or more feet from him.
Quick - . fash, it was recovered
and his gun was loaded, but
it had given Lamson sufficient
and the brave Minnesota
settler fred and sent Q bullet through
the chieftain's heart. Little Grow,
however, had raised his gun and lev
elled it at hanson. Notwithstanding
the fatal shot he had received, the In
dian also fired, the ball striking the
white man in the shoulder and pro-
ducing q serious fesh wound.
Lamson crawled off in the high
grass to shield himself from any other
Indians that might be lurking near,
while his son hastened with all
speed to the nearest set-
Element and told the story
of the bloody encounter.
The Indian boy, carrying q rifle,
and terribly frightened, struck north
ward to find his friends. He was
several days out in the wilderness of
that then new country, and came near
for want of food. One day
he saw q wolf run into a cave. The
boy had only one bullet left and this
he bit in two, 60 as to make two loads.
Patiently and pers;stently he waited
and watched near the mouth of the
cavern, hoping to get a shot at the
animal. Finally, after lingering
there . whole day and night, the wolf
made its appearance and the boy,
and enfeebled, with scarcely
enough strength left to raise his rifle,
succeeded in shooting and securing the
game.
The Indian boy had just finished
cutting slice Of flesh from the VOLTS
thigh, and was greedily devouring it
while still warm and bloody, when a
pursuing party of whites came upon
and captured him. By means OF an
interpreter be told whose son he was
and piloted his captors back to where
the body of Little Crow lay dead in
the cranberry marsh.
The subsequent history of the gal
liant Indian boy is unknown. The re-
mains of his illustrious but unfortun-
ete father are generally thought to have
fallen into the hands of surgeons for