The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1903-10-11

New York. Oct. 1o-Chief Joseph. t-iba
head OF the Nez Perces. has been seeing
the sights" OF Greater New York. He at
tended the Indian Congress recently helc
in Madison Square Garden. and then pro
ceeded TO get acquainted IN the metropolis
The chief is 50 years old.
He mixed with the throng on Broadway
studied the American girl from the hote'
Hobbies, watched college students play Ia.
crosse. went to see Mrs. Leslie Carter in
"Du Barry" and was sketched by Daven-
port, the famous cartoonisL. He named
Mrs. Carter Red Thunder" and alluded
TO her as Heap fine squaw. ugh" Daven-
ports father knew the chief in the West.
and after a visit TO the old warrior, Daven-
port penRed the following reminiscent AZ
ticle about the chief:
BY HOMER DAVENPORT.
In 1879 I was in Colfax. Washington. at
that time one Of the thrifty towns OF the
Northwest. a town threatening to be .
city. a center in those days for all the
Indian trade Of the Palouse district. This
day. I have in mind was a perfect day.
The sky was apparently a million miles
high and the blue was that or the Niediter-
ranean. a breeze vas blowing, but 1 don't
recall which way.
AL I'd > AAS NAg was ENAANNNH anu -ae-
noon my uncle. then the leading merchant
OF that place. called ny attention to a
great cloud that was visible up the valley
some three miles or more away. He said
What is itg' and after some moments
gaze I pronounced It a storm cloud. No
he said. It's some Indians bringing two
or three hundred wild Indian horses on for
me TO see. and that's the dust they are
raising"
When Chief Joseph" said uncle, was
captured and made a prisoner Of war the
Government sold me his entire bard OF
horses. more than 500 head. at 81 a head,
the Government knowing that the Indians
wbuld not steal my horses. and : having
Chief Joseph's word that the men OF his
tribe would let them run where they have
always pastured. on the big, wild ranges
of Rebel and Union Flats. near the alkali
springs.
Under those conditions 1 bought them.
as no other white man could own them.
as I was apparently the only friend the
Indians had. I sold the horses to Bluman
a few days after I bought them at 81
apiece, but the Indians are still to under
stand that they belong to me. for II they
knew they were Humans they would ali
be stolen in ten days. / kept telling the
various Indians not TO bring them into
Colfax. but they insist on doing It. and
before this band get out Of town Il will
cost ne SO Tor demolished fences and
gardens. TO say nothing Of the risk to hu-
man life"
HORSES TORE UP GARDEN.
Being a boy then OF the Indian-pony age.
this story welded itself fast On my mem
DRY and my hair fairly raised as l saw the
big clouds OF dust grow closer. but while
uncle was m%editatinE on what to do the
wild clstter Of almost a thousand hoofs
was beginning 10 be heard.
Down the main street the frightened TO-
mics damned. No driver was visible. but
skulling along a block parallel was an old
Indian. cantering along On an old white
pony with split ears and aforementioned
spots over the back Of his neck. When
they reached the vacant lots in front OF
where my uncle lived. the old tired Indian
suddenly appeared in a rOuRdinE-up scene.