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Staring She Sioux Outbreak.
* Thinking perhaps that it would be of interest to the readers of The Mirror to read about some of the nar ow esoapes of some of the whites during the Indian outbreak of Au gust 18th, 1862, I shall relate the ■experience of Peter Martel. The ■outbreak occurred at the Redwood Agency. There were three li censed traders at the agency, namely, W. H. Forbes, Louis Robert, and Nathan Myriok. 4The stores and other buildings at the ■agency were built of logs, and all were located within a radius of three or four hundred feet. The following is Mr. Martel’s graphic description of his escape from the Indians: On the morning of the upris ing of the bloodthirsty Sioux, I was sitting by a window waiting for breakfast. From this window I could see Forbes’ store, that was located to the northwest. A large band of Indians came along and stopped directly in front of the store. Not one of them entered the store. All of them were armed. There were no squaws with them. Looking southeast to My rick’s store, I saw another band of Indi ans, but no squaws. These signs looked ominous. They were very unusual, especial ly so early in the morning. I *went out and inquired what was 'wrong. “Oh nothing; only a false ‘alarm about the Chippewa Indi 'ans across the river,” they said. I 'then re-entered the house to eat my breakfast, but I had no more, than sat down when I heard the sound of firearms. I looked out of the window and the sight that met my eyes was horrifying. The Indi ans seemed to be possessed with devils and were slaying the whites in a ruthless manner. They spared no one. Young and old fell be fore their deadly guns, or beneath their murderous tomahawks. Someone shouted to me to get in to the cellar. I opened the door and jumped in. Through an opening between two of the logs I could see the tront of Forbes’ store. The Indi ans were stealing everything worth carrying away. I was hoping that when they had all the goods car ried away that they would leave, but I was sadly disappointed. My &air actually stood on end as I watched three Indians coming towards the house carrying burn ing sticks of wood. I beard them tramping above, thinking that any they would open the door -and find me. Fortunately, they •only took up the door, but did not /look in. They put the burning ■sticks on the floor, placed the door •on top of them and left toward 4he south to Robert’s store. As the floor began to burn I Boon made up my mind to make a dash for liberty instead of dying bere like a rat in a trap. It was a bold expedient;*but desper ate measures must be met with extraordinary audacity. I nerved •myself to face unknown danger, and then jumped out on the floor, through the open door and ran swiftly toward Forbes’ store. The -Indians were north of the store •and I was south of it; and as I passed the store running east, I 4>arely got four rods away and to ward the bluff before the redskins tsaw me. One of them shouted: '“Nan Wasiou wan.” (There is a white man.) The Indians yelled like fanatios. Several of them «hot at me, but the bullets went wide of the mark. The distanoe from the store to the bluff was about three hundred feet. As I v jglanoed over* my shoulder, I saw three buoks running after me at full speed. When I had arrived near the blufF where I expected to conceal myself in the brush, I again looked back. Only one of the bucks was near; the other two were considerably in the rear. I stopped suddenly, and the In dian approaohed to tomahawk me. Before he oould use his weapon, I dealt him a smashing blow under the chin that laid him flat on his back. Taking his tomahawk, I ran for dear life and reached the shelter of tfie bushes. The remaining two Indians gave up the ohase and took oare of their senseless comrade. Being nearly out of breath, I rested a few min utes and then made my way down hill to the river. As I was unable to swim, I began to look for a place to ford the river, get on the north side, and then make my way to Fort Ridgely. Being unable to find a safe place to ford the river, I started for New Ulm, situated about thirty miles east. Instead of taking the road east, I unfor tunately went west; and by day light on Tuesday morning, I was at Three Mile Creek just east of Redwood Falls. Instead of being almost out of danger, I nearly ran into a veritable hornets’ nest. A whole tribe of redskins were camped only a short distance from where I stood. On a hillside just east of the creek was a dense grove of small pop lars, but being unable to reach them without great danger of being dis covered, I lay down in the under growth, practically among the Indians. My position was insecure, and any moment might be my last. I suffered all the agonies of a doz en deaths. I dared not move for fear someone would get sight of me. The’ next morning the war riors passed near where I was hid den. * They were going east, either to fight at Fort Ridgely or at New Ulm. During the day the encamp ment was deserted, all except the squaws. Some of these passed very close, but none ohanced to notice me. That night I again started east ward ; and after narrowly escaping oapture, I finally arrived at Fort Ridgely, after wandering around for three days without food. Rube’s Gossip. Mr. Edutor: Deer Sur:—lsn’t it awful funny, Mr. Scribe, that all the best peeple in Minnesota spend their holidays here. They even oome from Mis souri, England, and Nova Scotia. They are all so liberal hearted to, so they be. Why I am gettin’ somethin’ to reed the hull time from many of them. Jest to dem onstrate that their hearts are in the rite places they rite on their papers, One nite only—Two nites only—Hold two nites, etc. Some time ago I tried to do what one of them told me jest to be obligin’ and it come gull darn near puttin’ me out of aotion, so it did. I hain’t goin’ to do it any more. No I haint. If there is anythin’ that touches my heart so quick, it’s to get a paper sayin’— Read this and laff. Why I done that jest to please a gent not long ago and the next time I’m goin’ to do all my laffin’ before I start to read. This laffin’ the hull bloomin’ time is hard on a fellers faoe. That’s the way I had mine oracked. Staffin’ the brain and laffin’ all at the same time is pret ty dangerous material for an inex perienoed ohap to indnlge in. If 1 cood stuff in my hed all the stuff that gets to me my hed wood feel stuffy. I wood have a hed on me like the hed of a rain barrell, dur in’ a dry season, inclined to get cracky in places. I don’t mean to say that it hain’t that way now, but there is no use of a bad hed eny badder by stuffin’ it with Tomy rot. A person shood shove in an air ship or two occasionally so as to get light headed and find out how it feels. An airship or one of them eatonobillys is a good thing to blow yourself on, but the havin’ one hain’t no sign that you roost on your own roost nites or you hain’t payin’ legal rate of interest on the money you stole the ma chine with. If this old world was all it ap pears to be on the outside it wood be a grand place to camp on. It’s a bad sight to see a man workin’ when he ought to be on a cot in a hospital, yet it’s a thousand times worse to see an able bodied man to lazy to get out and do an honest days work. The trouble with most peeple they hain’t balanced. That’s what they say bout me. Hain’t I got a lot of company tho? It’s all a matter of opinion. It’s a question whether a good hed and no body is as good or better than a good body and no hed. It’s on ly a matter of opinion. That’s all. Now, Mr. Scribe, I started toll in’ you bout the good peeple here and I have ended up by preachin’ a sermon on airships, eatonobillys, heds, and bodies. That’s jest me over and over. Well I can’t help it cause I was manufactured that way. Yes I was. the temperate man. He only drinks what nature brews And thus does not get gay, But, oh, it saves him many a bruise And many a head next day! Muldoon Yersus McCracken’s Goat. All kinds av ixcitemint waz floatin’ aroun’ the Harrison Strate polace station wan day whin Joodge Dicky called the case av “Muldoon versus MoOracken’s wan-eyed goat.” The unake peouliaryty ay the case, an’ the goat bein’ an oorphan, aroused strong pooblic sintymint. Shure, ivery wan said it wud joostyfy the twinty-eighth ward if we iliotrified the baste. Ye see, whin McCracken waz appinted prime minister to Poland, his sud din social distinktion usurped all foormer affiction an’ reconizance av the goat. In consequince, the goat ates all he can, an’ whin he can’t git that, he ates’cans. Faith, an’ hasn’t he the fine dainty taste? B’gorry I hov seen him ate all aroun’ the crack av a craoked flower pot an’ niver be af ther touohin’ the crack at all do yez mind. Whin a cintypade de vilopes such a hilthy intillyginoe, *tis always the neighboors im bonpoint an’ washlines that pay fer the tuition. To economize sthringth 1 will now enoomerate facts m their re spictive rotation. Wan dark night while returnin’ from a spicial matin’ wid me- usual tranquillity, the lateniss av the hour suggisted that I had better take off me shoes befoor gittin’ in close proximity av the shatoe. Aotin’ on the pay* chological impoort av the thought I removed me ixtrimyties an’ cau tiously proooayded. Suddinly a oroonchin’ percolation vibrated thru the metallic intigumints av me noo niokle-plated fence. “Aw haw,” I solillyquized, “’tis an int cindyary knockin’ statues off the poste. ril atone him wid mp brq- an’ thin yill polaoe.” - ~ H. B. Lovingly Yourns, I. B. A. Rube. Sbe Xittle mother. DON'T you know her? Well, then listen, And I’ll tell you of a life That with deeds of kindness glisten, Spent In calming woe and strife. Offered up for mankind’s scum, In the vilest dive and slum; Aye, and In the jail and prison— Anywhere where sin Is rife. How she works, this Little Mother! Ceaselessly she prays and tolls To relieve her erring brother From the serpent’s blighting colls. And her wayward sister, too, Does she guide to paths anew. Thus she labors, like no other, And the devil’s scheming foils. Be the prison e’er so gloomy, Quick It brightens when she calls, And the smallest cell seems roomy * If her picture grace the walls. And the world seems bright the day When the man In gray can say: “Little Mother’s spoken to me!’’ Then forget the yoke that galls. Snakin’ thru a labyrinth av ole anders I poised me noomber foor in ixpiotant antissypation. Belav in’ the attytood waz incoombranc in’ the inemy’s imbarrassniint, I stooped. Yis sor, it waz in simul tayneous harmony to connict wid half a toon av raw goat. What do yez think av that whin'l am no hard shill baptist? The intinsyty av the shock —to use a scientific phrase—knocked a piece av collar bone in the esophagus, an’ whin the reaction av all that intered the larynx, the wor-rd polace waz heard on both inds av Prairie Avy noo. Yis, an’ the atmospheric phenomeny av a Tipperary sunsit waz sthill visyble whin Sargint Kelly loaded the stooned remains av the roomynant in a patrool waggin. I will avoid the usual unplisint niss which acoompaynies such proocaydings be switchin’ the ver nacular into the prisint tinse. “Dinny me bye,” says the coort, “what on airth hov yez aginst the goat annyhow?” “May it plaze yer haner,” says I, “’tizn’t annythin’, only the baste had his hid aginst me wid soofish int foorce to ginerate ilictricity. Shure joodge, do yez think I’m a boneliss ham?” “Hould on now,” vociferated he; “yez almost perpytrated contimpt av coort that time.” The defince advanced the quis tion that a goat’s inferior intilly gince waz analogous wid his bootin’ proolivyties, therefoor, it waz his belafe that the plaintiff shnd pay the costs regardliss av ixpinses. I thought to mesilf if I had ye in an* alley I wud crack yez in the jaw wance or twice regardliss av oonsequinoes. “May it plaze the joorisdiction av this coort,” says I out loud, “I objict to an intellictual classyfica tion, on the grounds that anthroo pological characteristics hov not in anny manner, shape or foorm become involved in this case; an’ may yer haner niver fergit it, that baste is the toofist an’ most silfish flannel anthroopophagi that iver stood ferninst the binch.” All av the evydince waz now in on both sides an’ a dape sthillniss prevailed in the ooortroom. “Dinnis De Miguel Muldoon,” began the joodge, “in summonin’ up the oase I find yez hov been booted be the goat an’ he throo pop at ye. What I want to know is, where is the pop? Yez hov al so contimpted the laws av Illiny, an’ oommited perjoory, besides roonin’ a poor wan-eyed goats repy tation fer which offince the City av Chicago in the county av Cook demands an indimnyfioation av wan hundred dollars an’ costs.” Fer a oase av profissional jillusy that deoision takes the frosted cake all right all right. E. E.H. We get bactk oar mate as we measure, ' We«tuu>ot4o wrong and. feel right; , Nor can we give patf and get pleasure, kor Jufttoe'&Tengek each tfllght, j • / 5 * r AHoeOary. • ' • * v -• »; Mrs. Maud Ballington Booth. In tbe hut or hovel dreary, In the alley’s foulest place, Where the fallen sister’s teary, Sunken, wan and hopeless face Looks with yearning for a friend, Shunned by women and by men, There you’ll find the little, cheery Mother with her gifts of grace. Be It tenement or palace, Parlor grand or dingy cell, Where Is drank of sorrow’s chalice, Where the vile and wicked dwell, There the Little Mother’s found, On her God-sent mission bound; Soothing sorrow, shaming malice, Bringing heaven where was hell. Late at night or early morning Toils this little mother dear; Ever brave and true, and scorning Obstacles of dread and fear. In her purpose ever strong; Fighting sin and crime and wrong. With her lovely life adorning Mankind’s saga, year by year. Emeritus. * FRAGMENTS " |! BILL NYE, | | The season is fast approaching when the ice men and fuel dealers will be holding secret sessions. All is well that ends well, but, to a man under a sidewalk, it seems as tho it were continuous performance without end. The “pies like mother use to make” will pass into oblivion when the machine-made paste wheels make their formal debut. Tom Lawson has taken a dose of his own medioine which he has lately been handing out broadcast. It is difficult at this writing to prediot what the ultimate result will be. The baseball season is on the wane, and football is now the talk of the hour. The casualty columns of the press will be increased accordingly. An enterprising (?) poet has offered the publishers of a leading magazine a spring poem intended for the 1908 delivery. His is a sad as well as a hopeless case. Plans have been prepared for a forty-story ekyscraper to be erected in New York City in the near fu ture. The terra firma is good enough for us, thank you. That eastern dentist who has fifty wives to his oredit is up against it for sure, so to speak. It will be considerably worse than pulling teeth to escape the wrath of even a small delegation of them when his case is oalled for trial Chioago is responsible for the story that one of its policemen shot at and really “winged” a bold and bad man whom he was pur suing. Such remarkable marks manship, and by a Chicago offioer at that, deserves recogni tion. No reports have yet been made by the government expert sent over to Scotland some time ago to make, a study of the manu facture of foreign-made liquors. Considering the nature of his mission we must overlook the de lay. 9 9 9 Oysters? Let’s see! Yes, we believe we have heard of that word before, but at present there are other and equally difficult prob-, lems whioh require our immedi ate attention. We shall make a memorandum of it, however. * * * A river packet which sank in the Missouri Biver nearly fifty years ago near Bellevde, Neb., is to be raised; also the one hundred and sixty barrels of whisky whioh went down with her. The Old Mtiddy may how be expeoted to be on its behavior in the future with that booze out of the way. * 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9