The Dalles times-mountaineer. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1882-1904, 1898-05-17

HOW SIle lllISllU NdTH .1lnl.
Among the Indians who held them in
captivity, she felt sure that she might
trust one. Watching her chance she
she said to him, $50 tell my father not
to come here, for the Indians are wait
ing to kill him." Her intimation proved
true, and the friendly Indian started
over the trail to Umatilla, and met
Spaulding, told him what had occurred
at the mission, and that even then a
murderous Indian was secreted few
miles on at a turn of the trail where
Spaulding must pass on his way to the
mission, and he would certainly be
murdered. Said the Indian, 'Do you
see that fog bank? Leave the trail here,
hide in the fog till you reach the blue
hills, follow the line of the blue hills
till you come to the river, loose your
tracks in the river and make for the
Lapwai. This murderous Indian will
wait for you till nearly night, when he
will come on and in the dark will not
see where you left the trail; but will go
on, not seeing you. He cannot retrace
his own steps until morning; by morn
ing you, will be far away
Spaulding followed the directions.
The next day the murderous Indian
traced Spaulding to the river and re-
turned, reporting that Spaulding must
have been drowned. However, bands
of Indians were securing the country in
every direction. One evening about
dark, while going down the Milestone
canyon on the trail leading TO Colville
and Spokane where Ellis and Walker
were stationed; Spalding heard Indians
coming up the canyon on a fast trot.
There was no time nor place to hide.
He threw himself over his horses side,
holding on by one foot and hand, and
with the other hand seized his horse by
the nostrils that he might not Whitney
when he met the other horses, and he
heard one Indian say as they trotted by
Eyes, that is loose horse.
Upon another occasion his horse
nearly revealed his hiding place. He
had to secret himself during the day
and travel by night turning his horse
loose to feed, Hidden under the brow
of hill in cave like cliff, he heaId
galloping horses over head and peeking
out he saw his horses two ears away
above him, as if claiming protection
from the murderous band in pursuit
But now he had to make his way the
best he could through the prickly-pear,
sage brush and grass wood, having
thrown away his leather boots as to
small to walk in, he was also bare
foot. Sore-footed and hungry by the
time he reached the Alpawai, u miles
this side of Lewiston, on the Snake
River, he was nearly ready to give him-
self up to the Indians there, for he was
now among his own people. Spalding
believed the uprising to be general and
supposed his own to be among the rest
and feared that his family at Lap
wal had shared the same fate as the
Whitnfans.
After dark he crept up outside an
Indian tent in which some Indians were
having prayer meeting and heard an
Indian graying, The Indian was telling
the Great Father that the Cayuses had
murdered the Whitmans and prayed
that if Spalding were not already mur-
dered THAT his life might be spared
AS he said nothing of Spaldings family,
he took heart but did not make himself
known, but proceeded to the river near
by got into a log canoe to ferry him
over When near the middle of the
stream a gust of wind caused him to
dislodge his paddles and he was now at
the mercy of the current, but another
gust, more friendly, set him on a sand
bar ON the other side and he was once
more safe
When he finally reached Lapwai it
was near sundown, he stopped on the
high hill over looking the Missouri to
make up his mind how to proceed. The
scene below him was like a picture,
The Indians were moving here and
there in every direction, dogs were