The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-08-22
mclaughlin as a Jobber.

who knows it all, than In lmPartlng
knowledge to one who appreciates his
own Cowboy Philosophy
This is the story of the last Indian
uprising in Choteau county. 1t is tale I
that is not ecorded in the annals of the !
State Historical society, nevertheless
true.
A decade ago young man came out
from the East to be bookkeeper for T. G. |
Power at Fort Benton. His name was
Charles Holtenhoff; his manner self
confident He knew his West. There
was nothing that he could be taught OF
the ways of the cowboy and his kind.
Theories he had III abundance. One
was that the Montana Indian was thing
of the past
It so happened that the Indians who
usually roamed the region were away
that summer holding sun dance some
where on Peoples creek and HoltenhoH
took this fact as proof positive of his
theory.
The boys at Benton never had read
Kipling and never had heard Of the man
ner in which Lord Benira Trigg was
treated as d certain barracks III India, as
faithfully recorded by the chronicler OF
Private Mulvaney's adventures. Never
thelrss certain minds run 10 certain
channels, whether their owners be sold
iers il the Orient or cowboys in the new
and westernmost O ccident.
All the Indian trappings to be found
in Benton were carefully and secretly
gathered togathered under the direction
of George Mclaughlin, later sheriff and
still later Indian agent,
Then one day Mclaughlin invited
Hotenhoff to 60 for drive and Hoiten
hoff accepted They drove away many
miles from town. AS the afternoon
shadows, heightened their road led them
through depression in The rolling hills.
Suddenly there burst from couloe a
band of painted savages who, with wild
ellis, rode down upon them
my God,' shriecked Mclaughlin
s.Indians!' and leaping from the cart he
fed in the direction OF the yawnine
mouth of another convenient coulee. The
savagas fred several times in his direc
ton, but did not give chase, confnin2
their attention to the paralYzed Holten
hof.
They surrounded him and dragged hin
from his scat to the ground. They
"A L;.,, =, t,;e, otrtha, raoOua1 his
watch and all his valuables and stake(
him down on the bare and burning eartl
with picket pins. About him the,
gathered, their Gendish hearts delighted
by his evidence of agony, more menta
shan physical While one savage pre-
pared fire to be placed at the feet Q
the PROSTATE pilgrim, the leader an
spokesman of the party stood over Ho
tenhoif and dramatically, although /
broken English addressed him.
"Are all the Indians gone from Nor
taLa?" he demanded,
"No, good heavens, no. There ar
plenty and to spare" groaned Hotter
hoff, g if there are many more at HON
like ou."
There are many, said the chief.
Then Holtenhoff begged and pleade
for his life. Never did man beg mol
politely chan he, but the only concessic
he could obtain was a promise not
burn him. The sneaking redskin--h
skin. by the way, trile too red-W
was testing Holtenhoff's scalp with I'll
point of scalping knife was ordere
away The party was gathered togeth'
and, taking the horse and cart and all
Hotenhoff's belongings, it rode off t
ward the Missouri river.
Hotonhoff's thankfuiness that his Ii
had been spared was shortlived. Itga
place to speculation upon the SLOW al
fearful death that awaited hia. lasec
crawled over his naked body until he I
most shrieked in his pain.
Suddenly off in the distance was hea
the shots of battle. Rifle report aft
rife report rang out, the sound miEgl
with the yells of men fighting for the
lives, and then all was still. Soon caT
Mclaughlin, bearing back in trium1
the horse and cart and all Holtenhot
belongings Also he bore tale OF ha
ing ambushed and defeated the emit
party OF Indians, killing six.
There crept into the nina OF Holte
hoff an idea that perhaps he had be