The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-04-13

ticularly among the ojibways of the Great Lakes. It seems that no situation is too appalling. no danger too great. for them to face without hesitation and without fiinehing.
 An instance in this connection also was witnessed some fifteen years ago at blueberry camp few miles north of Bear Lake, in Minnesota.
 Several hundred Ojibway families were employed in picking the sweet berries. which grow in great abundance throughout the pine forests of this northern region, and which are crated and shipped in carloads to St. Paul and other city markets to tho southward during the season of the fruits ripen- ing. As usually happens at such times, several bottles of whiskey into the redskins possession. running the risk of the severe penalty prescribed by law for this offence for the sake of the few extra dollars which the thirsty sons of the forest are always willing to give for such liquid refreshment.
 As a consequence, number of the bucks, who had felt the inspiring effects of a drink or two steal along their nerves and warm up dormant in- stinct of the wild, were kicking up quite a lively fuss among themselves, and knives were beginning to be flourished in rather sinister fashion, while blood was seen to flow from number of ugly flesh wounds.
 One quarrel led to another, and at length two stalwart specimens of h. dian manhood, who had probably al- ready had some grudge against each other in the past, uttered their wild
 warwhoops of defiance, sprang out into little open space, and, drawing their knives, went at it in regular duel to the death.
 The next moment tall squaw, the
 mother of one of the combatants, came rushing through the circle of spectators hurling them aside with her strong arms, and without an instant's hesi- tation, without a trace of fear upon her face sprang squarely between the dead ly knives. Alasi only to receive her death wound from the weapon of her
 own son as he aimed wicked thrust at
 the body of his antagonist. At another time just below the little station of Nose Lake, Minn., a de- formed and hunch-backed Indian known as Joe Bug, and evil and des- perate outlaw of that region, had eon-
 mitted a most unprovoked and cold blooded murder at the station, and was fleeing for his life toward the cover. of timber a mile or so to the sowthward. The whole town had been aroused and
 men were hot on his tracks from all directions.
 A small party of ojibways' were camped beside the railroad, about half mile below the station, and here the outlaw first showed himself after talk ing to the brush and willows which covered the intervening space. But,
 anticipating this very move, two of the pursuers had flanked the camp in the rear, and when the fugitive crossed the track and made for the timber just
 back of the tepees they sprang sudden ly in front of him, blocking his path | way. It chanced that neither of the5 men, carried firearms of any kind, and Bug il uilCG UllicN up t1lo 11llO " cAAOoh eAtSAAA down. But no sooner had he raised the
 gun to his shoulder than one of the squaws at the camp doubtless guessing the truth of the situation at a glance, sprang in front of the desperate outlaw, and, grasping the muzzle of the rifle, attempted to wrest 1t from his hands That deed of unselflsh bravery cost her her own life, and saved from death at least one of the men. Both men leaped forward to her aid, but were too | late. With curse of fierce hatred the 1 outlaw jerked savagely at the trigger,
 and the bullet pierced the heart of the brave woman.
 He had no time for another shot, for
 the men were upon him. Leaping to
 one side, he eluded them like snake
 and ran for the woods with the speed of deer. A few moments afterward
 he disappeared in the forest, and was
 not seen again by white man or red for
 period of several years.--Los Angeles
 Times.