The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1899-12-28

new open ana an ln0lan pOkeQ mis- gun
In, swinging 1t to the right and isft in
search Of Q victim.
Look out" someone shouted to Spear
son. who was standing by the fireplace.
Look out; he's going to shoot"
oh, guess not he replied, ~ he start
ed for the door. 'Ill take the old fuke
away from him"
Just then the Indian saw him and fired.
the ounce ball striking his knee shattering
the leg in q horrible manner. Blood poi
soning set In and on the fourth day after
he died.
In their drunken rows the Indians fought
each other, and even murdered their wives
and relatives. At times the whole camp of
more than 1000 would go on spree at
once. and at such times the number of
deaths by shooting and stabbing was shock
ing. Nor did the carnage stop when the
liquor ran out. Feuds were started. The
relatives of a man who had been killed
avenged his death; then the relatives of
their victim did the In this way
whole families were wiped out. Other
crimes became prevalent, the Indians MUIR
dered each other for plumber. The first
to lose his life in this manner was an old
man who had been very friendly with the
traders. After visiting them one after
noon he started homeward just at nightfall
and during the evening the robe he had
worn was brought In and traded; everyone
recognized 1t by the peculiar design with
which the flesh side was figured. The trad
ers thought he had given it to some one
to trade for him and did not notice in the
rush who brought it in. The next morn
ing shortly after daylight, there was a
knock at the door and some one shouted:
open! Open There's a customer with
robes.'
Trip swung the door open, and the old
man, frozen stiff. bullet hole in his breast
almost fell on him. Some early risers had
found the old fellow, leaned him against
the door and then called out that Gus
toner had arrived.
The Fort Stand off traders met with such
success that winter, as far to exceed their
expectations. The following season an
other company built Fort Whoop-up, and in
order to secure better position, success
fully to compete with the new fort. Stand
on was abandoned and Fort Trip built
up on the Old Mans river. 1t was at
this place that the noted chief of the Bloods
Calf Shirt. was killed. He was a man Of
large build and undoubted bravery, hav-
ing attained his position by daring feats
in battle with other tribes, and with the
whites, too
AS he grew older his manners changed in
many ways to his, own people When angry
he would beat them or shoot them, as the
whim seized him. and none dared lift
finger against him. Up to the time Fort
Trip was built he had killed in fits of pas
sion, and especially when frenzied by
liquor, more than 30 OF his people The
CuIcl udu many n Time threatened 10 XIII
the traders. but when he came around they
were always so we'll prepared for him that
he did not make the attempt One day,
however, he came into the traderoOm of
the fort and found Trip all alone. the rest
OF the traders being in of the living
rooms playing poker for wolf hides. AS
soon as he saw the chief coming Trip
picked up revolver and held 1t just below
the top Of the counter. ready to raise 1t
and shoot If necessary.
"Ha, dOg!" exclaimed Calf Shirt as he
saw the lone occupant of the room, and
started to draw his pistol, i've got you
now!"
Before he could raise the weapon Trip
fired. and probably gave him a mortal
wound But instead Of returning the shot.
the chief turned and went out walking
slowly. as was his custom. Trip ran to the
door and fired again at him. and then the
other traders rushed out and Joined in.
Calf Shirt looked neither to the right or
left, but kept walking slowly away, until
he had gone nearly 100 yards, when he
stumbled and fell, but, rising again. went
on once more, but more slowly, and all
the timh Wholesalers and pistols were
hurting lead into his body.
AT last he came to deep hole In the
ground where the soil had been excavated
to put on the roof of the fort. Probably
be did not see it; he must have been prac-
tically dead ere he came to it, for ne walked
into 1t as If he had solid ground ahead of
him. The traders found him lying on the
bottom quite dead, the revolver still in his
hand, and they found that "A bullets had
struck him, most Of them in mortal place.
They stripped him of his fine war clothes
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the body into the river. Needless to say
that his people rejoiced at his death as well
as the traders.
The other day wrinkled, bent and almost
blind old squaw went meekly to Trip, and
said:
You took away my support, and now in
my old age l am poor and hungry. Take
pity Oh me-"
Who are your" the ex-trader asked
All, she replied. ''Of course you do not
know me now. l am the widow Of Calf
Shirt whom you killed so long ago. l have
come from the far north to ask you for a
little aid"
She did not ask in vain but went away
rejoicing, rich beyond her widest dreams