The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1909-10-22
HE WANTED HER--HE TOOK HER--DUT HE COULDN'T
BEhfiUTE IN The white MANS COUNTRY
THE BLOOD OF HIS FATHERS,
CALLING HIM, LED CALIFOR-
MA INDIAN TO MURDER,
THEN TO SUICIDE AFTER
DESPERATE MAN HUNT.
BY II. w. Madison

zz.-ti0 was DaQ 1nulan.
The white man said so.
So the white man hunted him
down, just as though he had been
wild beast, until a 5000 bullet
made him a good Indian, which of
course, is a dead Indian.
High up among the boulders and
the cactus, and the lizards and the
gila monsters, on the slope of
Granite mountain, above the des-
ert sand, 80 miles east of this city
is a little pile of ashes. That is
all the white man thought neces-
sary to mark the grave of bad
Indian.
Billy Boy was his name. One the
white mans record, murderer" Is
written opposite BILLY Boy" But
If the Great Spirit keeps a record
of the braves who have journeyed
from the white mans country to
the red mans happy hunting
ground, that record will not be
like the white mans.
For Billy Boy was Piute. And
the Pluto has never guided his life
wholly according to the codes of
I
man, the Piute has always been a
bad Indian, as most Indians are in
whose blood there has been the
vigor to withstand the "civilizing
influences" of the white man
| (meaning largely fire water" and
1890 bullets) and to live his life,
in some measure, after the pattern
of his fathers and his fathers
fathers.
Billy Boy looked up an Indian
girl and wanted her for his own.
laws and codes governing men In
situations like this. The Piute has
one and that is very simple. II
you want her, take her-if she is
not the squaw of another. That's
about it. Billy Boy saw the wom-
an and wanted her. She was not
the squaw of another. So being a
Piute, he took her. That to take
her, It was necessary to kill her
father, who did not want to let
her 60, was an incidental not to
be reckoned. Billy Boy was an
swering the call of his blood and
and codes of the white man. Billy
Boy become a Pluto again. Thai
was all there was to his side of 1t
But that fact did not change those
laws and codes.
T, Old Mike Boniface, himself
Piute, shot to death while he slept
in his shack on the Banning In
dian reservation, east of here, his
daughter carried away by the muir
derer-those were deeds of a baC
| Indian that the white man coulo
not ignore. Ben de Crevecoeur
the Banning constable, with mel
two of them Indian trailers, gal
Hoped away toward the mountains
In the east. For 100 miles through
desert wastes, over boulder-strewI
ridges, through tortuous canyons
they followed the trail of the Pt
ute.
Then they found the body of thu
girl. With the white men pound
ing close behind him, when hi
woman" her limbs trembling, he
feet cut and bleeding, sank down
exhausted at his feet, Billy DO.
killed her. The white man shoult
never take her from him alive
That, too, perhaps, was the call o
the blood. the blood that for dec
AIDES had coursed In hatred OF thu
| white man.
One of the trailers carried thu
. girls body back to Banning ant
buried 1t beside that of her father
Then the chase was resumed b!
| the other four.
| For ten days, under the blazing
desert sun, the Piute kept ahead o
his pursuers. During those tel
DAYS he travelled on foot over 4O'
miles, using all the cunning of hi
| race, doubling on his trail, walk
ing backward, and running TO-
miles over rocks, in his effort tt
throw the posse off his trail. Blu
he was cornerd at last. In a nat
ural fortress high up on Granite
mountain, they came upon him. Hi
was waiting for them. Three
horses dead and one man wounded
was the price the possee paid FOL
the knowledge of the Piute's
whereabouts. All day long Bill!
Boy amused himself by forcing the
white men to keep under cover
sending his bullets singing about
their heads, cursing them, jeerine
at them, his laugh echoing in the
crevices of the mountains. When
his cartridges were gone, save one
he lay down behind his breast
works of rock and pressed the
muzzle of his rifle to his heart.
The last cartridge did it's work.
The posse, which had returned to
Banning for assistance and to care
for the wounded officer, four days
Halter crept up the slope and found
1.-THE dead body. They heaped up
dry brush and dead branches and
|Ithere in the desert, high up among
| tho mountains a SCORE of. Whita