Adventure Magazine, December 10, 1924 — page 105: what you’re looking at

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The Homesteaders pushing the knife blade aside with his gun barrel. “He must die!” shrieked the man. “Cut Nose has promised his medicine to kill every white he can reach.” And he renewed his efforts to inflict a mortal wound. One guard seized his knife hand while the other turned the pony about. “You can not reach this man. Your medicine will not be angry,’’ shouted one of the guards. The other added: “This man wears the crows. him red.”’ Cut Nose furiously endeavored to turn his pony back and fulfil his medicine pledge. A deep voice called out for him to desist, and Little Crow rode his pony between Cut Nose and Murray. “There are many whites ahead waiting to be killed,” he told Cut Nose. ‘They can be killed in their beds before they wake up. They can be chopped down in their stores as they open their doors. This man is not white while he carries the crow.” Murray had recognized the speaker, but understood nothing he said. Cut Nose, demoniacal in his lust to slay, was reluctant to abandon the first victim he had met. He repeated— “There is what I said to my medicine— to kill every white I see.” It makes Withcut looking at Murray Little Crow. sternly replied: “There is a promise to my medicine. It will be very bad for any man to hurt the young man while he wears the crow. These men of my village will shoot the man who tries to hurt him.” With a howl of rage Cut Nose wheeled his pony and raced off to find some other victim for butchery. Murray had commenced to feel worried. But he had seen the show of bad temper at the upper agency, when many more Indians were gathered. No one had been hurt yet. He was worried but kept telling himself it would all end as it had up the river. On the outskirts of the agency he saw a barefooted boy, carrying two pails of water, standing on top of a low hill and watching the Sioux, who were now breaking up into smali bands. This was John Ames Hum- phrey, the twelve-year-cld-son of the agency physician. At the foot of the hill and a short distance 83 in front of the Sicux a white teamster drove a pair of horses toward a wagon. The Indians, so early abroad, did not interest the man. He began hitching the horses to the wagon. One of Little Crow’s men galloped up to him and demanded the horses. Holding the Sioux in contempt and an- gered by the fellow’s insolence, the teamster curtly told him to go to —— and continued his task. The Indian promptly shot him through the abdomen with a shotgun and finished him with the butt of the weapon. Murray felt deathly sick. The bare- footed boy disappeared from the hill at a run. Sharp orders were passed for the men to press cn for the surprize attack before the boy could give the alarm. This was the beginning of the killings at the lower agency on Bloody Monday, the eighteenth of August. Murray was held back among the squaws and carts that he might not shout a warning. De Camp was away, hurrying to overtake Majer Galbraith, who was taking some en- listed men to Fort Snelling. The mill was not running, and the mill men were sleeping late or idling about the agency. Divoll was sweeping up some litter m front of the store. Andrew My- rick was inside, busy arranging some goods. Trader Lynde from his doorway saw some Indians coming and remarked: “Wish they was bringing some trade. They’re never so poor they can’t waste ammunition shooting off guns.” Divoll straightened, facing the speaker, and replied: ‘“‘Andrew got word from Ridgely last eve- ning that the money is on the way and will be here soon. They'll be glad to hear that. Probably have heard it already and are coming early to bother us till it does come. There'll be a grand volley when they know it’s arrived. They’ve been disappointed so many times——’”’ “My God! Look out!” shouted Lynde. Divoll fell on his broom, riddled by two barrels of buckshot without even having heard the report of the gun that killed him. And the massacre was on. Lynde was shot before he could close the door of his store. Myrick ran to the front of his store and was instantly killed and thrown outside, and his mouth was stuffed with grass. Such evil had never been within the limits cComiclbook (© 5}