Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-11-15

WHIPPED A BAND
OF INDIANS.
Thrilling Experience of a Civil Engineer In
Battle With Redskins
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volley of bullets and arrows at him.
None of them hit him, and up to this
moment he was entirely unharmed.
Had his horse been equally fortunate
this would have ended the fight, as
the horse was a fine, high spirited an
imal. superior TO any of the Indian
ponies. But the first shot received at
the beginning of the hostilities had
cut a small artery, and from this the
blood was pumping out steady
stream. that. together with his violent
exertions, was fast sapping his
strength. The Indians, seing this, were
encouraged to continue in pursuit
and their leader, mounted on an
American stage horse (stolen the day
before at a stage station few miles
back, which they had burned, muir
dering all the inmates), succeeded so
we'll in keeping pace with him, that
he could almost feel the breath from
the nostrils of his pursuer's horse.
Thus they rode, nose to tail, for
mile or two, the Indian occupying the
time in shooting. Three pistols, six
shooters. he emptied, and bullets new
all around Schuyler on every side
Four more entered the poor horse, al
ready so badly wounded; bullet
pierced Schuyler's clothes at his side;
which was lost: another pierced the
wooden breach of his rifle as he car
ried it in his hand, almost striking II
from his grasp: others struck the sad
die. and, in short, they seemed 10
strike everywhere but where they
were aimed. All this time he was en-
deayoring to reach over his shoulder
to get a shot at the Indian, but at ev-
ery such moment the savage slipped
under the belly Of his horse and was
out of sight, except a hand on the
name and a heel on the back. FINAL
ly. all ammunition exhausted, the IN
dian resorted to his spear, and with
the wooden handle gave Schuyler one
or two severe raps on the head, trying
to knock him out of the saddle. with
out avail: but at last the horse that
had been trotting shakily from loss
of blood. fell on his knees, and the In
dian rushed up to end the contest. AT
this instant the horse struggled to his
feet again, and Schuyler saw that his
opportunity had come: his foe was at
his side and he quickly thrust his RI
le against the Indians side and fired,
blowing a hole through that seemed as
large as ones arm. The Indian
shrieked. leaped out of his saddle and
fell to the ground on his face, dead.
Looking ABOUT, schuyler saw Tie Ie-
mainder of the band following at
prudent distance, for by this time they
began to look upon him as god. III
vulnerable to all their weapons. When
at last the poor horse fell PROSTATE
and apparently dead. they all flocked
up to make a final disposition of their
troublesome enemy. But Schuyler,
undaunted. lay quietly down behind
the body of his horse and, when they
came within shot range. took deliber-
ate aim and fired. killing another man.
This unlocked for disaster completely
demoralized them and they fled in all
directions. Within three minutes not
an Indian was in sight. He turned his
attention to his horse, loosened the
girth to take off his saddle, and was
surprised when the animal took
deep breath and struggled to his feet.
He then led him slowly to camD. where
more medical attention was given him
than the ordinary frontiersman would
receive those days. Three bullets were
extracted. The horse ultimately re-
covered and Schuyler brought him
back to Burlingame. where he was
carefully cared for and pampered un-
til his death some years later.-kansas
City Journal.