The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1924-04-10

Il oko&S 1925 AL Ah&D0t
Injuns didn't understan' me. Wen
never know. or Red Snout leaned
over to pick up his gum, an he'd made
up his mind to fight. Jack grabbed
him. He were stout as 4 lion an
tore way from the boy an started to
pullin' a long knife out o. his bootleg.
Jack didn't give him time. They had
1t hammer an tongs. Red Shout were
a regular fghtin' man. He Jest stuck
that ere stump In the ground an
braced ag'in' 1t an KEEP a-slashin' an
jabbin' with his club can an yellin'
an cussin' like a 1end o. hell. He
knocked the boy down an l reckon
he'd "a beer spryer on his pins. But
Jack sprung up like he were made o
Iniy rubber. The bulldog devil had
drawed his long knife. Jack were
smart. He hoped behind a tree
Buckeye, who hadn't no gun, was
jumpin' fer cover. The peg-leg cuss
swore a blue streak an flung the knife
at him. It went cl'ar through his body
an he fell on his face an me standin'
thar loadin' my gun. / didn't know
but he'd lick us all. But Jack had
Jumped on him fore be got holt o. the
knife ag'in.
81 thought sure he'd floor the boy
an me not quite loaded, but Jack were
spry as a rat terrier. He lodged an
rushed in an grabbed holt O. the club
an fetched the cuss q whack In the
paunch with his bare fist, an oil Red
Shout went down like a steer under
the ak.
LOOK out there's mother man
COMM the young wimmen hollered-
"She needn't "a TUX the trouble
cause afore she spoke I we're lookin'
at him through the sight o. my oil
Marier, which I'd managed to git 1t
loaded ag'in. He were runnin' towards
me. He TUX Jest n more step, IL L
don't make no mistake.
1.-THE oil brute that Jack had
knocked down quivered an lay still a
mint an when be come to, we turned
him Ground an started him toward
Canady an toll him to keep a-goin'l
When he were bout ten rods or, | put
a bullet In his oil wooden leg for to
hurry him erlong. So the wust man
killer that ever trod dirt got erway
from us with only a sore belly, we
never KNOWN who he were. I wish
I'd "a killed the cuss, but as 'twere,
we had considerable trouble on our
hands. Right erway we heard two
guns go off over by the house. 1
knowed that our firm had prob'ly
woke some o. the sleepers. We pound
ed the ground an got thar as quick
as we could. The two wimmen van
fur behind. They didn't cacalate to
lose us-you hear to me. Two young
braves had sprung up an been told to
lie down ag'in. But the English an
guage amt no help to an Injun under
them circumstances. They don't I'M
derstan' 1t an thar amt no time when
ignerunce Is more costly. They was
some others awake, but they had
learnt suthin'. They was keepin' quiet,
an 1 SEE to 'em:
"Tf We lay still yell be safe. We
won't do ye a bit o. harm. You've
got in bad comp'ny, but We amt done
nothin' but steal a pair o. wimmen.
If We behave proper from now on, yell
be sent hum
"We didn't have no more trouble
with them. l put one O. Boneses' boys
on a boss an hustled him up the val
ley fer help. The wimmen captives
- L.-ur3-t r &oIy yo-, - e<rofrhfar
out their faces an go with Jack an
his father down to Fort Stanwix. They
were kind o. leg weary al excited,
but they hadn't been hurt yit. An
other day er two would "a fixed 'em.
Jack an his father an mother TUX
up to the barn fer ropes an brides.
In a little while they got some hoofs
under 'em an picked up the Children
an toddled off. I went out in the
bush to find Buckeye an he were dead
the whale that swallered Jonah"
So ends the letter of Solomon Bin
kus.
Jack Irons and his family and that
Of Peter Bones-the boys and girls
riding two on a horse-with the cap
tives filed down the Mohawk trail. II
was a considerable cavalcade of twen-
ty-one people and t~wenty-four horses
and colts, the latter following.
Solomon Binkus and Peter Bones
and his son Israel stood or guard until
the boy John Bones returned with
help from the upper valley. A dozen
men and boys completed the disarming
of the band and that evening set out
with them on the south trail.
1t is doubtful If this history would
lave been written but for an accidental
and highly interesting circumstance.
In the first party young Jack Irons
rode a colt, just broken, with the girl
now happily released. The
boy had helped everyone to get away;
then there seemed to be no ridable
horse for him. He walked for a dis