The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1894-01-26

the Indians, instead of being whipped
ourselves. Then l thought that we
had found the gold bars and had gone
overland to Omaha, and there struck
train of yellow cars which carried us
TO New York, where we had a time.
You can imagine my feelings when l
woke up on that rock, wet through
with lime water, and so sore and tired
and hungry that l almost wished the
Indians had got me.
"Well, Igot out of there finally to get
something to eat, but there you see l
was in another fix. / had dropped my
gun in order to run easier and had no
matches or way to start fire even if
l had anything to eat l found few
berries which l ate, thinking maybe
they were poisonous, but not caring
much, and there was nothing else in
sight Then started boldly down the
canyon, having decided to take my
chances with the Indians instead of
starving to death there. knew it was
no use to go back for the Indians had
taken everything, and my only thought
was to get out of the blamed canyon
and strike for Bozeman by the direc-
ton of the sun, for my compass was
gone with the rest of the outfit. That
night l camped again without having
found anything to eat. and another
miserable night it was, and in the
morning l was about ready to die.
However, / took bath in the alkali
water of stream running through and
made another start.
about noon that day 1 reached
what looked like an outlet from the
walled sides of the canyon, and fol-
lowed this in the desperate hope that it
might lead somewhere. All day long
climbed up the wedged rocks, so that
the buckskin shirt was nearly torn off
from me. When night came the moon
arose, and by the faint light 1 could
see enough to worry along. Along
about daylight saw the top, and after
no end of limbing, until my feet were
bleeding and my hands torn from hold
ing on to the rocks, reached the top.
Almost the first thing l saw was bush
of Rocky Mountain plums, and the way
l went for it was caution. l eat
enough of 'em to give trainload of
men the cholera morbus, but l was
braced up considerable and able to
start along again, having sighted the
sun for the north.
Considerably to my surprise 1 had
seen no Indians, and 1 judged that the
ones that attacked us must have been
wandering band, or that big coun-
Gil was being held somewhere. The
next day, however, came square into
NV
grove of mountain pines, and what do
you think? Right in the center, on a
tree behind pile of burne1-out ashes,
was the body of that Brule cook, tied
with deerslSin thI ongs and cut and
slashed in thousand places. The
heart had been cut out and the ears
and nose slashed off, so that, alto
gether, it was a horrible sight. 1t
made me quiver to look at it and thank
my lucky stars that they had never
catched me alive. l tell you, got out
of there mighty quick after finding a
few slices of dried deer meat on the
ground, which tasted mighty good, and
| guess saved me from starvation.
But had a tough enough time after
that 1t was a good ten days travel
on horseback from the nearest white
man, and I had given up all hopes of
meeting anyone on the way. l was
pretty well satisfied after seeing the
Brule that nobody but myself had got
away alive.
''To make long story short, got
out of the country after such sufferings
as l never want to have again. lived
ON berries and grass and fish which
caught by making small dam on the
Yellowstone and letting the water run
out until the fish were stranded. l
boiled them in one of the hot springs
scattered over the country. and worried
along one way and another until / had
begun to think that was lost. Then
one morning l felt kick in the ribs,
and right there before me was trap
per called Long Henry, on account of
his size. He fed me up and took me to
Bozeman, and there found that not
sign had been seen of the rest of tht
party. The next spring a party OF
trappers came back reporting that they
had found three skeletons and the |
pieces of the wagon and rest of the |
outfit around an old camp fire. Oh
satisfied before that they were all
dead. Anyhow, made report to the
government and to Maloney's father,
who came out in the summer ano
seemed to feel pretty bad over the |
boys death, saying that he hadn't useo
him right.
well, all this happened thirty years |
ago, so long that it had dropped out OF |
my mind until last year when l went |
down to California to see if the climate |
wouldn't help an old knife wound that |
course there amt no need to say that ! |
was ready for little fun when ! got to |
San Francisco but ! didn't know any.
body and got pretty lonesome like, and |
was thinking of moving down to San |
Diego. One night was leaning against |
the bar in the Baldwin house. l saw
big, well-dressed fellow come in and |
eye me pretty close and walk by me
twice, looking sharp at me all the time.
''Then he walks up when my back |
was turned and got close to my ear and
says quiet like:
"'Hard boiled
Eyes, that was the man-Henry Ma
loney-and we had a great old time
down at his ranch near Mariposa-and
fine ranch tits. Now it don't often hap
pen that man RENE mbers to answer
a simple question after waiting twen-
ty-eight years As to how Malon@y got |
away from the Sioux who captured him
along with the Brule-well, that is an
other storVn