The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1924-11-12


"The white man done as he was told.
I spoke English an mebhe them two
Injuns didn't understan' me. Wen
never know. or Red Shout leaned
over to pick up his gum, an he'd made
up his mind to fight. Jack grabbed
him. He were stout as a 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
II hammer an tonES. Red Shout were
a regular fightin' man. He jest stuck
that ere stump in the ground an
hraced ag'in' it an KEEP a-slashin' an
jabbin' with his club ane an yellin'
an cuSsin' like a ficnd o. he'll. He
knocked the boy down an / reckon
he'd "a mellered his head proper if
he'd "a been spryer on his pins. But
Jack sprung up like he were made o
Injy rubber. The bulldog devil had
drawed his long knife. Jack were
smart. He hoped behind a tree.
Buckeye, who hadn't no gun. was
iumpin' fer cover. The peg-leg cuss
swOre aSblue streak an flung the knife
at him. 1t went ci'ar through his body
an he fell on his face an me standin'
thar lOadin' my gun. I didn't know
but he'd lick us all. But Jack had
Jumped on him fore he got holt o. the
knife ag'in.
Il 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 a 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 l were lOOkin'
at him through the sight o my Of
Marier, which I'd managed to git it
loaded ag'in. He were runnin' towards
me. He tux jest one more step, If l
don't make no mistake.
THE OIL brute that Jack had
knocked down quivered an lay still a
mint an when he come TO, we turned
: him Ground an started him toward
Canady an toll him to keep a-gOin' 4!
When he were bout ten rods off, | put
Il bullet in his OF 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
KNOWN who ne were. I wish
I'd a killed the Cuss, bat as 'twere,
we had considerable trouble on our
hands. Right erway we heard two
guns go off over by the house. I
knOwed that Our firm had prObly
woke some o the sleepers. We pound
ed the ground an got thar as quick
as we could. The two wimmen want
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 Ian
guage amt no help to an Injun under
them circumstances. They don't un-
derstan' it 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 I sez to 'em:
"Tf We lay still ye'H be safe. We
won't do We u bit o. harm. You've
got in bad cOmp'ny. but We amt re
nothin' but steal a pair o. wiI.AIen.
If We behave proper from now on, Vel
be sent hum
I'VE didn't have no more trouble
with them. 1 put one O. BOneses' boys
on a boss an hustled him up the val.
ley fer help. The wimmen captives
was bawlin'. I tot 'em to straighten
out their faces an 60 with Jack an
his father down to Fort Stanwix. The
were kind o. leg weary an excited
but they hadn't been hurt vii. An
other day er two would "a fixed 'em
Jack an his father an mother tuL
'em back to the pastur', an Jack run
up to the barn fer ropes an brides
In q little while they got some hOOf!
under EN- an picked up the childerr
an tOddled off. 1 went out in thu
bush to find Buckeye an he were deaC
as the whale that swallered Jonah"
So ends the letter OF Solomon Bin
kus.
Jack Irons and his family and tha
of Peter BOnes-the boys and girl!
riding two IN a hOrse-with the can
tives filed down the Mohawk trail. I
was a considerable cavalcade of TWEEN
ty-One people and twenty-fOur horse
and colts, the latter following.
Solomon Blnkus and Peter Bone
and his son Israel stood on guard unit
the boy John Bones returned Wit
help from the upper valley. A dOzel
men and boys completed the disarmin
/. Of the band and that evening set GU
: with them on the south trail.
1t is doubtful II this history wouI,
have been written but for an accidents
and highly interesting circumstance
In the first party young Jack Iron
I rode a colt, just broken, with the gin
captive, now happily released. Tn
boy had helped everyone to get away
then there seemed to be no ridabl
horse for him. He walked for a dis