The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1903-08-08

Guess them fellers intends to dc
some shootin' to kill There's been bad
blood tween em for morn year
Now they're going to try TO let some OF
II out"
81 conceive it to be my duty to put q
stop to this outrage" was the agents
comment why, bless my soul! It's
murderp'
81 conceive it to be my duty" retort
ed the farmer, ito purvent any sich
durn fool proceedin 'ceptin you're
plum anxious to furnish the corpse
yourself"
AS the farmer. 10 emphasize his pro
test, seized the agents arm in an un-
shakable grasp, the only thing remain
ing was to watch the proceedings with
such composure as could be vouchsafed
TO one who had left the Atlantic sea-
board but a few short weeks before.
While the conversation between the
farmer and the agent was proceeding
the Indian opponents had been dancing
forward and back along the lane and
across it in zigzag fashion. for all the
world as if they were setting to part
ners" in an old fashioned contra dance.
The man with the shotgun was nam
ed Crooked Neck, and he was a Black
soot, while his opponent, an Uncapapa,
usually called Shaver Head, was a
noted scout in the employ of the gov
eminent and appeared on the rolls as
Ususuppi Good Toned Metal. Their
hostility grew out of the fact that
Shaver Head had stolen Crooked
Neck's favorite wife, and the immedi-
ate outbreak arose out of what some
of Shaver Heads people claimed was
an unfair allotment of beef.
or the two Shaver Head looked far
the more dangerous, while Crooked
Neck did the most yelling. Possibly the
latter felt his disadvantage. His ten
gauge was loaded with buckshot
rammed hard enough to scatter at the
end of the hundred yards more or less
that separated the fighters, but he only
had two shots as against the fifteen
Shaver Head had at his command in
the barrel or the magazine of his Win
chester
Suddenly Shaver Head stopped ca
periHg, drew his rife to his shoulder.
fired and missed. While he was throw
ing cartridge from magazine to barrel
Crooked Neck ran toward him to with
In eighty yards and let fly with one
barrel. He got results. As is usual
with the Sioux. Shaver Head wore his
hair In two long cues, one resting in
front of each shoulder. One of these |
was amputated close to the scalp by |
Crooked Neck's shot, and tiny stream
II blood that soon showed itself on |
Shaven Heads breast proved that the |
kin at least had been abrased.
Again the yelling and the dancing. ac.
be it well understood, by
he wells of spectators whose savage
blood was fairly boiling with excite
nent. The shrieks of the squaws held
peculiarly appalling note, and high
Dove the unmusical clamor could be
leard the long continued scream of the
zone of contention, the wife Shaver
lead had stolen from his opponent
Crooked Neck now had but one shot
eft. If he missed he was at the mercy
his antagonist and mercy, strained
+ unstrained, had no part in Shaver
leads makeup. The shotgun fighter
eemed to redouble his activity and be
ond question made of himself an er
eedlngly difficult target. Three times
nc Winchester spoke apparently with.
utleffect, although later it was discov.
req that one bullet had gone through
ne upper muscles of Crooked Neck's
ut leg. Of course Shaver Head was
ding some ground and lofty steps on
is own account, thus disarranging HIS
i'm.
The end came suddenly. Shaver Head
retended to stumble and fell partially
'rward. Instantly Crooked Neck fired
Is remaining barrel, but fired it at the
IT. The Uncapapa had side stepped I'm
fashion that would have made Cor.
FIT green with envy.
Seeing that he had missed. Crooked
eek turned to run, but after him in
ng leaps came his foe. Two SLOTS i,I
ulck succession, and Crooked Neck
as on the ground corpse. The fatal
lllet went through his brain. and he
as shot from the rear, a detail Inv tbe
ay, which gave his friends little con.
m.
If these duelists had been white the
'ectacular part of the affair would