Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1917-02-23
INDIAN NOTES

1t was early in the year 1901, that
our first lessons of Indian traditions
began to unfold themselves. Our lit
tie party who NOW had fled began
erecting homes on our claims. We
had chosen contiguous land for about
seven miles, fronting on the Potlach
creek, in rotation from North to
South, viz: l.. b. Groseclose, J. j.,
NJ. G., A. l.. and Bessie Shrewsberry
G. w. Kinzer, ID. M. Wilson, V. V.
Crabtree and w. j. Grcseclose, and ].
B. CgBsell.
With this vast invasion on Indian
Territory, the Chief Pcopia, Max Max
accompanied by some two others,
started to see how many intrudcrs
were wiring up these pastures, and
if they could be bluffed. So. early one
morning they apprised our headouar-
ters, made dash at the door, while
we were at breakfast Our revolvers
were lying in window and our 303
Savages set in the corner. The chief
made for them while the other two
grabbed the revolvers lying in the
window. These they broke down,
throwing out the cartridges and stuck
the barrels down their mouths and
commenced chewing. l said, "Boys.
if you are that hungry, have some
breakfast" and Pcopia roared out,
"You stealcm my land six mile this
way, II miles that way-all Injun
land now"
/ said, 600 Boston men Fort La
pevia, all the same soldiers" Says
Peopia, "No good heap liar, Uncle
Sam says put him in the Scookcm
house."
About that time Charles Hayton
had measured the poker stick around
his head. Slipped the cartridges, and
had "Big Ike" in his hands, ready to
awake the echoes of Potlach canyon.
Useless to say we marched them out
of there at the highest speed Some
three months later, they commenced
cutting our fences and heriing their
cattle on our holdings. One day |
came into headquarters and found
Chief Albert Waters, of the Calvill
tribe turned in on the lands of Thos.
Hall, dec, late of Burke's Garden. AS
] was administrator, | ordered him 10
forthwith vacate the promises. He
pointed to his two big guns on his
saddle and toward the sky. This was
about as imperative as | thought he
could make it, so | rode into thick
1T Of brush got off and cut me n
good stick. / saw him ride off around
a point, so / made dash and stamn-
cded his cattle, and around the hill
they went after him. | rode on tow
ards the headquarters. | had lust
alighted apd tied up my horse when
saw him coming up the road with a
Winchester in his hands. l went in
and barred the door, filed the cham
Der of my .44 Winchester, and stepp-
ed behind the door. / heard his horse
stop ut the yard fence, and the next Il
.lnge against the door. but ! didn't
give. He ran back and came with
his wciTht against it, and violently
wrung the lock about them. A stream
of fire and smoke went out through
that door. sending splintcrs into the
side of his face, and another one went
IN quick succession, and paused to
see what had happened, and I could
hecr the sound Of 81 horses huofs,
end | threw open the door and could
see his two braids of hair stream
ing out behind. / let another one
whiz by his ear, and he made that
cyouse get down to its flying speed.
Then we had period of rest. They
found pasture on the other side of the
river without being told. When the
fall came on we were looking around
for wood for the winter. found some
fine fir logs, which had drifted down
on some government land. So at my
leisure ] would go down and saw off
block. Each time George Whiselno-
ker would sneak up on the other side
and as would push the saw through
he jumped unexpectedly across the log
and make fellow jump out of about
two years growth. Then he would
laugh until tears came. So one morn
ing / slung as Colts around me and
concluded I'd have my fun, so after I
had sawed several blocks, I saw lust
the glimpse of an Indians head. I
knew George was conjuring on me.
changed hands and pushed the saw
with my left. leveling my 45 about n
foot above the top of the log. You
can guess how the surpriser became
the surprised. He fell back, yelled,
mo Cooger, no Cooger, good Injun,
no shoot him.
The sad news comes to us that
Bailey Cassell, brother of Mrs. An
ma Sluss has become Insane. He was
head manager of the Holt Manufac-
turing Co., of Spokane.
L. B. GROSECLOSE.
Juliaetta, Idaho.