New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-01-18
A STORY OF THE MASSACRE.
1t is Told in the New York Tribune by One
of the Participants.
Thrilling Incidents of that Memorable
Struggle for Homes and Lives.

A Dakota man F e. Miller who was
member of Co. E., Ninth Infantry,
writes TO the New York Tribune as
follows:
When we returned from Fort Smelling
to Mankato we had orders to press into
service horses for our whole command
of 10 men, anG were sent to Crystal
Lake. The settlers had all left the coun-
try and we could see the midnight sky
lighted up by the burning buildings at
New Tim. Now and then we discovered
on the horizon the faint light coming from
some settlers cabin, the last Of his earth
ly possessions. We were very impatient
to get to New Ulm. We knew we were
needed there. We heard that the town
was surrounded by Indians, but our su
Derior officers ordered otherwise.
There was man in our company by
the name of jim Hoosier; for short, we
called him "Whiskey jim When we
had campel for the night, he said to the
captain: Il am going to New Clm; my
father, mother and youngest brother live
twenty miles west of New Tim on the
banks of the little Cottonwood River;
and am going to know this night
whether they live or have been chopped
up by the red impS,'
"Well, if you co. said the captain,
.:vou must look out: it will be running
the yauntlct.''
But jim had lived on the frontier and
was not easily scared.
When darkness had once more cast her
protecting mantle over mother earth, he
mounted powerful black horse, sailed
forth from our camp, and wended his
way toward New Ulm. The Big Cotton
wood River was crossed, and there was
lonely ride of five miles through a dense
forest. Nothing Of note occurred until
jim came within two miles OF town.
The Indians had fire by the roadside,
and were evidently guarding the main
road.
Jim said to himself: ''Well, now,
this is a pretty 60. What is to be done
now: guess l will have to flank you
fellows, for reckon there are too many
of you for me to tackc single handed.'
So, leaving the mair road, and max
inc detour to the south for a mile, he
came upon hill, whence he could plain.
ly see the smouldering ruins of the out
side portion of the town. He now adj
vanced in a bee line for the fire, lying
close to his horse, peering in every de-
rection for red skins. He moved cautious.
ly along, and seeing nothing Strengthened
up feeling that he had tlanked the Indi
ans completely. But to his disappoint
mcnt, he was awakened from his secIri
tv by the whizzing of an arrow close t.,
his head.
"Wen, old Tom, we will have to rur
for it," said jim. Putting: spurs to his
horse he made a dash for town. The
outer buildings were all burned and
smouldering. They were reached and
passed, when came the challenge OF
:Halt! or I will shootn
:Don't shoot; am white man anC
have run the Indians guard.
"What's your name, stlanger!' sale
the sentinel.
s,Jim Hoosier".'
"Oh, yes; l know old man Hoosier
they all came into town yesterday before
the fight. The old man and the boy die
some tall tighting.''
The boy had had a double -barrelled
shotgun and was on the outside breast
works, at point where the Indians had
determined to come in; and the little
fellow had caused many red devil tc
), leap into the air and come down in his
death agony.
"Where is your next guard?" asked
Jim. awe will have to double the guard
for they fired at me with their bows and
arrows, and may attack us before morn
inc. Where will find my father?''
''He is on the next post north on the
main road. Wait here until the relief
comes around. Then you can fall in
with them, and they will take you to
him." r.- II
Throwing himself from his horse, he
cast his eye back along his tail. He
dropped down ON his knees and could
see above the rise Of the ground dark
,object crawling toward them.
''Whist, come here" he whispered to
the guard.
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