Evening journal., 1897-07-20
big cHIEFs sHAKE HANDs.

began, forty and fifty years ago. to turn
the sod and SOW wheat on the Mime
sofa prairies. Their eyes must have
opened wide the other day when they
heard that the time-honored feud be-
tween the Sioux and the Chippewas is
at an end; that those Indians have
smoked the pipe of peace, held a barbe-
cue and love-feast, buried the hatchet,
witnessed the happy nuptials of Sioux
brave and fair daughter of the Chip
pewas and sworn to live in amity for
ever more.
What vivid memories that six-days'
reunion OF the old Indian enemies at
White Birch must have revived among
the white pioneers. In the early days
those farmers often heard the shooting
of these hostile bands. The timber on
their farms, the very fields they were
ploughing, were sometimes the scenes
OF scalping, although there was no dan
ger for the whites, they being friendly
with both tribes But Ramsey and
Hannepin counties, where St. Paul and
Minneapolis have risen, and the Mime
sofa river valley, were thefavorite ranges
of the Sioux. 1t was there our stalwart
young farmers had driven their cattle.
Here they began TO tame the prairie,
and the peace and industry they intro
duced were rudely disturbed every year
by the war-cry OF the painted Chippewa
bands. who dashed in on their ponies
on a scalping tour against the Sioux,
and then dashed out again to their
hunting grounds, only fifty to a hun
dred miles away.
SO long as they secured scalps
neither Sioux nor Chippewas cared
whether their victims were men, women
or children. No man on either side
could be a brave unless he had one
scalp to his credit; and every addi-
tional scalp meant another feather in
the proud victors hair The farmer
boys used to count the feathers worn by
the Sioux whom they met trudging to
their tepees or traps and shout to
them: "Ah, you've killed so many Chip
pewasl" Many a farmer rushed from
his field to the bluffs to see what was
going on when he heard the firing at
Shakopee in the Spring OF 1858. 1t was
the last pitched battle between these
hereditary foes in the Minnesota Val
ley, and it occurred within twenty
miles of st. Paul.
These Chippewa incursions brought
not only intense excitement, but often
keen anguish and sorrow to the white
settlers. Many incidents of the sort
might be mentioned, and the following
occurred within a quarter OF a mile of
THE boyhood home of a member of the
New York Suns staff, who writes in de-
tail for the columns of that paper:
Every body in the new township of
Bloomington knew little Susan, an s.
year-old Sioux girl, who had been
adopted byMartin Whalen and his wife,
One day Whalen went to the adjoining
farm of Orville Ames to help him in the
wheat field, and Mrs. Whalen, with her
baby and Susan went over to visit Mrs.
Ames. Six Indians passing on the road
saw Susan in the doorway and they
hitched their ponies and entered the
yard. One of them entered the house
The Sioux made much of the children Of
their race who lived with thewhites. and
nothing was thought OF it when this In
dian took Susan on his knee, stroked
her hair and talked to her in broken
English. Then the Indian asked if the
child might take some water to his
comrades. Presently Susan appeared in
the doorway with a pail and dipper.
and just as she crossed the threshold
six guns were leveled at her; the child
was riddled with bullets and her scalp
torn of. as the Mortified women, their
babies clasped in their arms. ran
shreking to the field. A party of farm
ers followed the Chippewas for many
miles, but could not overtake them"
The Indians themselves could not say
how or when the feud began, but whites
who were fated to witness some of 4
can testify that men never hated theii
kind more bitterly than Sioux anC
Chippewas hated one another But thi.
month, instead of sending one another
TO the happy hunting grounds. forty o
the best hunters OF both tribes hav
Joined in a two days quest Of terres
trial deer.