The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1908-10-15
the dust" In fact it was a continual
bang, bang, from cover to cover.


He was dressed in a buckskin suit
and wore one of those broad-brimmed,
caliber Jack hats, with a
nasty turn up in the front. In his
arms he held rifle as affectiOnately
as mother holds her babe. Ned al
ways slept with his hand on his trusty
rifle, and when he rolled out of his
blankets in the morning he used to kill
all the way from fifty to three hundred
Indians just to whet up an appetite
for his java and johnnie-cake break
fast.
This hero owned a horse that he
called COmanche. Comanche was
wonderful animal. He could climb
trees and scale a mountain with the
alacrity that tomcat gets over back
fence, and on one occasion he swan
lake that was twenty miles across aud
towed string of barges with six hun
dred women and children aboard. The
only man or beast who ever equalled
this feat was when General Freddie
Funston swan the Bag Bag with thirty
seven big guns from the Astor Battery
strapped to his back.
When Horace Greeley advised young
men to 60 west was just old enough
to take notice, and few years later
l started for the wild and woolly west,
not to kill Indians but to make for
tune. When I went west rode on the
cushions, and came back ON the
we'll hiked part of the way, and
while on some of these hikes lived on
scenery and washed it down with water
from babbling mountain brooklets. A
straight diet of mountain air and
i Imounta:n scenerxAis the best ~anti-fat
remedy that know of.
The first real, sure-enongh Inoian
that l ever saw was at Pocatello, Idaho,
aud l was never SO disappointed in my
life, for instead OF feasting my eyes on
tall, magnificent specimen Of man.
hood, with painted face and wearing
ornamental leggings and deer skin
moccasins, 1 rubbereG at slouchy,
shiftless, old chap who had face that
would be an insult to slaughter house
. and he drew flies like the proyerbial
molasses barrel. AS substitute for
the pipe of peace, he was smoking a
+ cigar butt that he had shot on the de-
pot platform. On one foot he wore q
J rubber boot with the leg cut off at the
; ankle, and on the other leather shoe
with no lace in ii. Some time previous
to my seeing him he had crawled into
a pair Of soldiers blue pants held uI
with one gallus that was fastened with
pieces of wire fence. On his large
massive head he wore q womai's straw
hat, with all the decorations swep'
from its deck. Under his arm he car
a ried bible that he WAS trying to sci
/ to the passengers. A railroad mar
V told me that this Indian had been con
r verted only a few weeks before, ant
9 that the tears he shed while on TIT
f mourners bench were scarcely dry be
!. fore he began to backs;ide.
4 There is a reservation at or near 10
l catello, but OF the day passed thru
the Indians were holding some kind o
d p0w-woW, and the civilized buck tina
t l have already described was the onl,
y one that | saw. y 8 bound for Pu
y get Sound and made cry few stops be
e fore reached Seatt and it was il
:, this latter city that / first saw an Ind
q an woman at close range.
Now know absolutely nothing abou
t. the dress-maker's ait, so it will be i'm
. possible for me to give you descrir
10 tion of the gown she wore. Neithe
IL am Judge of feminine beauty, b,l
,r she had face that | am sure wOul
k not attract the attention of Jack tn
J. Kisser. She was walking in the mid
p die of the street, and her carriage wa
4 anything but graceful. Her feet wer
ID as broad, and as fiat as stone boa
le and every step she took the mu
70 squirted up between her toes. On eae
D. arm she carried q basket Of clame, an
% on her back sitting in sling was q Iii
g tie papoose about one year old Th
is only clothes that this little Kickapo
y had on was pair Of cotton bloomer
le that had been evidently made by
e well-knoun Minneapolis frm becans
it on the dome Of the m in big red letter