The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1905-12-21
NIGHT WITH INDIANS
Carl Lindeke Relates His Thrilling
Experience in the Camp of
Chief Ho-so-mo-nee.
10 Chiefs Excessive Indulgence in
Fire Water Mr.. Lindeke Per-
haps Owes Life.

E Carl Lindeke of St. Paul, a former
resident of Germany, near Princeton,
VINO is here on a visit to relatives,
called at this Office on Monday and
unfolded the tale of an adventure
which occurred 46 years ago in this
neighborhood. Mr.. Lindeke first
took up his abode in Germany 4s
years ago. The story at issue is in
substance as follows:
It was in the winter and Ben Soule,
ST., was conducting logging opera
lions between here and Pease. Ben
met Mr.. Lindeke and asked him
whether he could supply a fat beef
and load of oats. Upon receiving
an answer in the affirmative Ben told
him to bring them to him in the
woods: and that his camp was on a
direct line from the first crossing. He
said he would meet Mr.. Lindeke and
conduct him there.
Mr. Lindeke started from home with
the load, and by the time he had
reached the densest part of the pine
woods on his way to Ben's camp
darkness set in. This compelled him
to come to halt. While standing in
the snow meditating hand was laid
upon his shoulder, which startled
him. Facing about he recognized an
Indian, an old friend of his. The In
dian, in his own language, invited
Mr.. Lindeke to come and stay with
the chief that night, as it would be
useless for him to attempt to proceed
further. Mr.. Lindeke, who under
stood the Indian language, turned
his oxen loose and followed.
Arriving at the royal tepee he was
graciously received by Chief Mo-so-
mo-nee and invited to partake of the
shelter of. his roof. Supper was at
this time ready in a big kettle hang
ing over the fire and consisted of rab-
bit with the hair on and dumplings.
Carl was hungry and he pitched in,
Following the example set by the In
dians of thrusting. their hands into
the kettle and jerking out whatsoever
they could grab. After supper Mo-
so-mo- nee's squaw laid her papoose
with its feet to the fire upon the
ground, in which position she in
tended it should remain until morn
ing. At this time the chief and other
Indians had left the tepee. While sit
ting there Mr.. Lindeke saw the deer
skin door of the tepee noiselessly
drawn back and squaw's face ap-
pear in the aperture. Immediately
Mo-so-mo-nee's squaw gathered up her
papoose and darted out into the night,
and presently in the distance fearful
hubbub arose. Drums, pots and pans
were being beaten and horrible yells
went up. The Indians we're on the
warpath--they were drunk.
Mr.. Lindeke later discovered that
Joe Robahr, fur buyer of St. Paul,
had been there during the afternoon,
picked out the skins he wanted, and
had gone on to Stanchfeld lake to
trade with other Indians, promising
to return the next day with load of
trinkets to pay for these skins. He
had however, left five-gallon keg
Of whisky as a little present. Joe re-
turned the next morning, as promised,
and carried off about 5000 worth of
furs while the Indians were all dead
to the world sleeping off their drunk.
10 go back to the time when the
hubbub started: At that time Mr..
Lindeke thought it was nearly all up
with him. He sat in the tepee antici-
pating his end. At about midnight
he heard some one around the tepee,
and presently Mo-so-mo-nee drew back
the deerskin and entered, as drunk as
a lord. The chief was a powerful
man standing almost seven feet high.
Are you sick, chief" asked Mr..
Lindeke. ''No sick, me drunk, . he
answered, ''but what you id white
man doing here? fix you plentyn'.
He then left the tepee.
About two hours after he returned
and wore the most ferocious counte-
nance Mr.. Lindeke had ever seen. It
was worse than satanic. CHOW, I've
got you!'' he roared. Are you sick,
chief" Mr.. Lindeke again asked.
'No, too much whisky And as he
spoke he fell and rolled onto the edge
of the fire. Mr.. Lindeke removed the
burning Goals from around him and
at the first signs of daybreak hitched
up his oxen and departed while the
whole Indian camp slept in a drunken
stupor.
Arriving near the first crossing he
met Ben Soule, who told him that he
had waited for him until II O'Clock
the previous night and had wondered
what had become of him.
s There were then lust three white