The Kootenai herald. [volume] (Kootenai, Idaho) 1891-1904, 1894-03-24

pace anu Wdseteo the team and got a
lunch from his wife. telling her that we
were going TO hunt Grant Dalton.
Friday night we went to Wilcox can
yon and l sent letter to my wife re-
questing her to meet me at her mothers
old ranch in the canyon, but she sent
Eva with a letter to me, who brought
me all the papers and told me what
threats had been made against me, and
that they did not intend to take me
alive.
Saturday afternoon l heard a man
whistling and l went to him and saw
Clarke Moore, VINO told us that Crab.
tree had told him if he found us to tell
us TO 60 away; that band of Apatches
were at his house and that he did not
want any trouble. We started up the
trail, and that night camped on Pine
Ridge, about 200 yards from the Bear
Spring and within ten yards of the trail.
We could have annihilated the trailers
at that place, but we left them pass by
on Sunday afternoon, and they did not
return on Monday, and, as we had no
bed or food, we started Tuesday morn
ing for Young's cabin to get something
to eat. We found some bread and ba-
con, and, making some coffee, we salts
fed our hunger.
About o'clock we saw a man APP
preaching who I recognized as Main
Warning, and introduced Mr.. Sontag
to him, and after few minutes rest he
chatted with US while he soled a pair of
shoes and told US of his meeting the
posse at different times and Wilson's
threat.
About IL o'clock told him to get
dinner, for we were hungry, and he was
cooking dinner, when, looking up he
saw the trailers at the gate, 20 Yards
from the house, with Wilson in the lead
He exclaimed, g. -, here comes
the whole gang right on top of us; what
shall l dor"
John Sontag told him to take the
bucket and go quick and not look back.
He went out the door and turned the
corner of the house and we saw him no
more. Four of the trailers dismounted
and walked up toward the house, while
the two Apaches were on foot in the
rear. l was sitting inside the window
reading book and John was next to
the door. Wilson and McGinnis were
in the lead, with McGinnis right behind
Wilson, and when they were 20 feet
from the door told John to step IN the
doorway ard tell them to stop.
He did so, and McGinnis, who was
carrying his Winchester in both hands.
ready to shoot, and cycling the house
very closely, fired at once. John Son
tag lodged to the side of the door and
McGinnis missed him. Seeing Wilson
pull his pistol drove my shotgun thro'
the window and fred it, when both men
fell. | jumped to the door and fred at
the crowd at the gate, and one slug
struck AL Whitney on the neck, and he
howled like a calf.
l took my Winchester and charged
them, firing at Burke. AS he disappear.
ed behind the fence he fired in return
and got behind rock pile near the gate,
where he fred again. got close shot
at him that time, and he ran down the
gulch, under cover of the fence. like a
jack rabbit. then turned my attention
to the rest and shot Warren Hills horse.
when he struck out for Sanger through
the brush on the hillside, and was last
seen on that day carrying broom on
his shoulder when passing Tod's ranch,
thinking it was a gun.
Win Smith wheeled his horse to es-
cape and clasping his horse around the
neck with both hands, put the spurs in
his tanks, and on the third Jump of the
horse, fell off, losing his gun, revolver
and hat, and leading Warren Hill and
AL Witty, established his reputation as
a Splinter. The Indians ran for the rock
pile to the left which commanded the
whole place and I went to a big pine log
that lay about 40 yards in front of them
and about 80 feet from where McGinnis
and Wilson lay, with my back to them.
Here my early experience with the In
dams won me the day, for whenever the
shadow of one Of the Apatches showed
up blazed away at him, and MI. Apache,
not caring to expose his head, put his
gun up over the rock and shot at me
without taking aim.