The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-07-21
A oUIoxsANp EPISODE.
How One Quiet Man Defeated Party .
Redskins.

form: lie had even refrained from pro
family. when the occasion would have
excused IL, and when everybody else
had had an adventure to relate. he was
silent. 1t was not strange. then, when
he left the smoker, that the drummer
should turn to the only man there who
knew his name and plumply ask:
who's your friend?-
"llim?" was the reply; ''him? Don't
you know him."
"Of course don't: could say he was
u preacher, though, judging from his
mildness and his morality"
The other man haw-hawed like a mule
in Il meadow. wy" he said, "hcs an
Injin fighter or was, at least. when
there was enough of it in the west to
be called fighting. He was corler,
too"
'He don't look 1t, asserted the drum.
mer Have you got any affidavits?"
That's all right" said the fighters
friend, 'but let me tell you what he
done one time, and if you don't believe
me you tell him what a fine lie 1 told
you and see what happens"
go on with the story" replied the
drummer.
well, once him and me had camp
out along the banks of the Missouri
where it's wild and woolly, and Injins
were as thick as blaclberries in August.
I never had much liking for the red
devils, but / wasn't afraid as long as
was with him, for they were as scared
of him as of pizen, and wouldn't poster
him unless they had a whole band to
put on his trail. Our camp was located
in a sort of swale in the river bottom,
and there was mire and quicksand all
around it, except in one place, where,
if you knowed the way, you could get
in without much trouble. Well, one
day he went off up the river, leaving
me in charge of the camp. and telling
me to lay low, for there was signs Of
Injins around, and if anything hap
pened for me to let off two-pound
charge of powder we had loaded in a
holler log, so as to give him warning,
as he would not be very far off. Moth
ing happened until about o'clock in
the afternoon, when about half n mile
off saw him coming afoot with dozen
or more Injins close on his heels and
yelling worse than an election night
hullabaloo. / was only boy in them
days and didn't know just what to
do. but 1 had confidence in him, and
got out my gun and revolvers
and waited for my chance to come in.
The Injins didn't know where our camp
was. and they didn't seem to know
what kind of ground lay between
where it was and where he was runnin'
along at the foot of the last bluff be-
fore the soft bottom was reached.
They didn't do any shootin', for they
wanted to catch him alive and have
fun with him after the Injin fashion.
He had his gun, but wasn't doing any
shootin', and reclsoned something had
got the matter with it. When they
first struck the low ground. about three
hundred yards behind him, they were
sure they would get him and they
throwed their guns down and let them
selves out. Then he began runnin
queer and zigzag, and Anowed he was
looking for the strip of hard GROUND
that led over to the camp. They didn't
know that, though, and when he struck
it and started over, he was quarterin
to them. and they set up wild vel
and cut across the bottom to head hin
off. That was bad medicine for them
for before they had gone two hundred
yards they began to founder in the
soft: but he just kept right on till hi
got to me-"
Take this gun and give me you rs
says he, this one is out of repair
sT l. IL.
"Now.' says he, young feller, yo,
set down here and watch me show then
durn redskins how providence take
leer of man that don't want no troubl
with nobody and won't have it
neither"
, "By this time the Injins were tina
!, stuck in the mud, they couldn't move
and they looked as if they had beel
sawed in two and the lower hal
throwed away, so sat down an,
waited to see what he would do. The
hadn't got got within a hundred yard
of the background anywhere, and h
!, went along it easy and quiet like, an
about every three steps his gun wouf
pop, an Injun would try to jump up il
: the mud and sand and fall over, an
when the gun had popped dozen O
more times he come back smilin'.
s. THAT jobs done,' says he, let u
pray and I'm a squaw If he didn't flo
;, right down on his knees and offer up
vote of thanks that would have don
|, credit to any pulpit in the country"
"What did you do with the bodies
inquired the drummer.
Nothing"
Nothing? You don't mean to sa
you left them lying around your cam
do you"
). well, yes:" and he smiled. ''onl
4 they were lying around out of Sight, fe
n in an hours time they had sunk dow
in the quicksand, and there was Eotl
q ing left but a lot of good guns and fl
= teen or eighteen as nice ponies AS yo
ever straddled, that we took in as
rake-off."
The drummer gazed admiringly {
d the narrator for a long time and soft
whistled ''Old Hundred and Fifty
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