The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-02-20
TALES OF THE TERRITORY.
THE ONLY RESERVATION WHERE
THE PALEFACE has NO FOOTING.
summary Work With Party of
white Hunters-An Indians Home.
Interesting Chance Meeting of
station Agents with Bad Men.

station Agents With Bad Men.
From the st. Louis Globe-Democrat.
sapulpa, /. T., Jan. 27.-The Anglo-Sax-
on race has a grip upon all the Indian
Territory country except the Usage reser-
walton. That picturesque and wealthy tribe
sticks to traditions and red blankets, and
is intolerant naughty, and persistent in
IT'S refusal to allow the whites to gain
foothold or enjoy the benefits of the rich
country that stretches beneath the shadow
of the beautiful Usage range of mountains.
The white man is in the country, to be
sure, but his power is only gained by con-
sort with the dusky maidens of the tribe.
An incident will illustrate their great
aversion to outside intrusion, especially
when the intruders bear weapons with
which to kill their game. The Usage is
great country for big game, and the long
ing eve of the white man gazes wistfully
from afar toward the blue rim of the
Usage range that bends like a bow be-
meath the horizons rim. Some time ago a
party of Chicago railroad officials arrived
in a special car at Sapulpa, intent on
Deep Fork cuts its way through the tim
bered bottoms, but the old conductor who
had their car in charge persuaded the par
ty that the Mecca for hunters was toward
Salt Creek and the Usage nation. With
tent and camping outfit, the band of MINI
rods boldly started for the forbidden land.
The men were mounted on cow ponies,
while the baggage was conveyed by freigh-
ters' teams. The camp was pitched just
across the land, and the next day all hands
rode away to slaughter precious game of
the Osages. After several miles scouting,
couple of deer were started and one OF
them killed. after several Winchesters had
been emptied. Hardly had the roar of the
guns died away than startling whoop
was heard that sent terror to the souls of
the railroad raiders
"Iniun p'ncem yelled Blake, the conduc-
Tor We've got to make a flying switch
or they'll run us down" And every man
was in the saddle and off as fast as their
ponies could carry them. Blake's old plug
was as slow as a COW, and he was soon
tagging behind, while the seven Indian po-
lice were sweeping down on him like the
wind.
Come on, come on" the other members
of the party called back, but Blake only
punched the spurs deeper into his super
animated steed and lodged the bullets of
the pursuers.
Put on more steam, Blake. Throw the
throttle wide open, or there will be rear
end collision, yelled his companions.
Shut up, you id FOOLS" answered the
conductor. Il amt the engineer of this
train"
The Indians were only about fifty yards
back and had ceased to fire, as they were
sure of their men, Again the leaders in
the race screamed at the top of their
voices: Get a move on yourself. Come
on. Come on!'
Come on hi! Dye think I'm throw
ing this racer" yelped poor Blake in ag
onized tones as he dropped his gun.
1t was only a few seconds, and the Os-
ages had the old conductor. When his
companions saw that Bake was captured,
they turned back with one hand up, to
Indicate surrender The police graVely
said: Gums, belts" and forthwith took
possession of the arms and ammunition
of the disguised whites. There was no APP
peal from their action The railroad men
were allowed their horses and were march
ed to the Usage line, where one of the
police pointed toward the far-away out
lines of Twin Mountains and commanded
In one brief word "Go!" which the rail-
readers did, gameless, gunless, and de-
cidedly crestfalien.
They found their camp and returned to
Sapulpa cursng Blake all the way for
leading them into the enemys country,
contrary to the advice of those who knew
the Usage customs
The writer was riding along a beautiful
bluff that rose abruptly from the shore
Of Bird Creek, in the Cherokee country,
ana swept away to the eastward. The
sun was just setting and its lingering
rays made the glowing autumn foliage on
the 2rest of the bluff a varying picture of
ihdescribable beauty. The squirrels chat
Tered over their evening meals and the
BIRDS made music in the timber. Twelve
miles yet lay ahead of me, when l came
suddenly out of the timber 10 a broad eX-
panse of prairie, well fenced, and far as
me eye could reach was a vista of green
A held of young wheat seemed boundless
as 1t stretched away along the line OF Wis
Ion. While wondering which way to turn,
nat tive white came along
Whose ranch is this?'' l asked.
WAL, this ere place belongs ter an In
Jun He's got heaps ov cattle an Lord
Knows how much wheat in this ground
Lives right up the road bout quarter He
alnt like other Injuns. He's a good un
lie anit got no lnjun name, neither, He's
called Sam Arbuckle." All this informa-
uon got from the native in his peculiar
Vefnacuar before the creak Of his vehicle
told me ne was moving away.
rode up to the very commodious white
mouse, with well-kept grounds, and was
's6lng drink of cool water from one OF
Ihe best wells 1 had encountered in the
.efIltory, when the gate opened and Ar
Duckie came out Of his yard He was a
serious intelligent-looking Indian.
traveller" he said In courteous tones.
are you belated?"
explained the situation and was invited
70 accept his hospitality for the night.
"n'ch l gladly accepted. My horse was
taken care of by one Of his men, and
was ushered into a well-appointed sitting
iocn. ana told to make myself comfort
SSo-e ny the glowing fireplace, He excused
,iilnself Tor moment, and when he re-
vi ned was asked into his library.
i%n are astonished. no doubt" said Ar
rockle' TO find an Indian with a library
oo' mere in the wilderness; but / am only
On indian by BIRTH l am an American.
Hlyseli and wife were educated in Chel-
80 Mass. fought fol- the old dag in the
,e'e war, and 1 have taken advantage of
, ,na blessings Of learning and the POSSIBLE
les OF individual development under the
ehiHeIcan form OF government. I am a
~ ne m'leyer in the survival of the fttest.