The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1895-10-05
HIS NARROW ESCAPE.
A METHODIST MINISTER'S EXPERT
ENCE WITH INDIANS.
He Was the Sole Passenger I'm Stage
That Was Attacked-The Driver Was
Killed, and the Preacher Attempted to
Take His Place-A Lucky Tumble.

was the duty OF Captain Powell to estab-
lish the stations, leaving a guard OF
two or three men at each, and to push
on toward Fort Lupton. The country
was svarming with Indians, and small
parties Of white men moved only under
great peril. At one point along the river
the command met stage, which pre-
sented an amusing sight. On the top sat
i've men, armed with long guns and re-
volvers, while from the inside peered
woman and three children. The captain
persuaded the party to place itself under
his protection, as coach had been at
tackled the day before and the driver
killed. at the Wisconsin ranch the
coach and the dead body Of the driver
were brought in. The lining had been
cut out and the woodwork was riddled
with bullets. The savaGes had torn open
the mail sack and distri buted the let
tors over the plains, after tearing them
open as if in search of money.
The next day at a spot called Living
Springs, 40 miles north Of Denver, a
long, lank individual walked into camp.
The stranger called for the officer in
tain Powell.
"The man introduced himself as
Methodist minister from Denver" said
Colonel Powell Il asked him how he
happened to be SO far from home He
replied by saying that he wanted to bor-
row gun. If coach comes through
said he, I want to go along and kill
some Of those red devils that were after
me yesterday. [ asked the man to sit
down and tell his story. He did SO, say
ing that he was in the coach whose
driver was killed the day before. I
looked at him in establishment, but he
told his story in such a straightforward
way that I believed it. He explained
that the day before was quite warm,
and after dinner be had pulled off his
coat and boots, and being the only pas
senger in the coach had stretched him
self across the seats inside and gone to
sleep. His story went as follows:
"sI had not been mapping very long
when [ was awakened by the most in
fernal yelling I ever heard in my life.
I Hooked out the window and found that
80 or 40 Indians had attacked the coach
and were pouring volley after volley
into it. The driver had turned the
horses, and we were making remarkable
speed toward Godfrey's ranch A shot
struck the driver, and he fell off the
box dead
Then thought my only chance of
safety lay in reaching the boot and get
ting hold Of the lines climbed out Of
the door, crawled into the seat left va
cant and discovered to my dismay that
the lines had fallen between the horses
and We're dragging on the ground "
Continuing his narrative, Colonel
Powell related the story as it came from
the lips IF the minister. The Indians
continued their frightful shouts, and the
terrified horses plunged forward at
pace that threatened to wreck the coach.
The minister climbed down to the
tongue of the coach and made a wild
grab for the lines. At the same moment
the coach lunged across gully in the
sand which had been formed by storm
the day before. The minister lost his
hold and fell headlong into the wash
out. The coach passed over him, and a
moment later the pursuing Indians
dashed by on horseback after the coach
and horses.
The minister lay perfectly still for
several minutes. Then he peered over
the plain to see that tie coach had been
stopped short distance away and was
being robbed. The minister saw only
che means Of escape The Indians
would certainly return for his scalp,
and his only safety was in bold dash
for the Platte river, several hundred
yards away. The river was wide and
/ swift, and he might succeed in crossing
to the opposite bank. The project was
carried into execution. In his stocking
j feet the white man made dash through
800 yards Of cactus. Two red devils
attempted to head him off, but the
thoroughly aroused minister of the Cos
! pei far outclassed the natives of the
plains as sprinter. With a prayer
upon his lips he plunged into the muddy
water and reached small island in the
/ center Of the river.
Looking back to the shore, what was
! the astonishment Of the man to see two
strangers, apparently Whlte men, stand
ing and beckoniny him to return. The
Indians had retired, and the Two new
Corners were officers Of Fort Lupton,
who were returning to the fort after
hunting trip along the river The min
lister swan to shore and was escorted
to place Of safety.
Colonel Powell remained at Fort
Lupton for several months until the In
dams quieted down and danger had
passed away. Then he hauled down the
flag and abandoned the post, marching
/ to Denver in order to cross the Platte
river, Oh his way to Fort Laramie. At
that time the only bridge On the Platte
river between the Missouri river and
the mountains was at Sixteenth street
in Denve:.-Denyer News.