[Beginning June 6, 1877.]

[OXFORD PAPER PRINTS STORY ABOUT FLOODING.]

All Principal Streams Overflow Their Banks.

The Arkansas, Ninnescah, and Slate Creek, with all their principal tributaries, were thrown out of bank and the bottoms, to the extent of from one to three miles wide, completely covered with water, corn, and wheat fields submerged, frequently to a depth of from one to three feet, which must inevitably result in great damage to the crops and a loss to the farmers by destruction, damaging and carrying away of loose property. In many cases the farmers living on bottom farms were compelled to vacate their houses and seek a more elevated position, the water having taken possession of the first floor, which, in many instances, happened to be the only one in the house.

The bridge across the Ninnescah, the only one over that stream in the county, having been for days considered unsafe, was finally cut off from dry land by a sheet of water from one to three miles in width, and in many places too deep for fording, and on the morning of May 19th, no longer able to resist the pressure, went down the river.

The bridge over Slate Creek, south of Wellington, the only bridge over that stream, was also on the same day carried away, leaving parties on different sides of the stream most effectually cut off from communication.

The bridge over the Arkansas, at Arkansas City, was the first upon that river to give way, and is reported to have quietly let loose from its moorings on the night of May 15, 1877, and went whirling down that raging stream.

The bridge at El Paso fell early in the contest, and was carried away on the 17th, leaving the residents opposite no chance for escape except to the high land west of the Cow Skin, a distance of from three to five miles across the bottom, then nearly covered with water, and in places to a depth of from three to six feet, which was fortunately accomplished with no fatal results.

The bridge at Oxford was the last to yield to the force of the surging elements; was yet on Saturday night thought to be safe, but in this we were doomed to disappointment. With the bright sun on Sunday morning, the people of Oxford found themselves cut off from communication with the east, and all that was left of the Oxford bridge inaccessible by the space of over 300 feet, over which rolled the surging turbulent, and apparently angry waters of the raging Arkansas, three span of the west end of the bridge with two massive piers of masonry having entirely disappeared during the night.

The loss of the Oxford bridge is a heavy blow upon the business of Oxford, as well as upon the owners of the bridge. It was supposed to have been the best and most substantial bridge on the river; was owned by a private corporation here; built in 1872, at a cost of $14,500, and reflected great credit upon the enterprising owners, who conceived and executed the enterprise at so early a day and under very adverse circumstances. It was noticeable on Sunday morning that none of the owners appeared more discouraged or exhibited more profound regret at the loss of their property in the bridge than was manifested by the people generally. There is no property in Oxford but could have been better spared, or the loss of which could have been so sorely felt, but such is life.

Arrangements have been made by the bridge company by which a ferry boat will be immediately constructed and operated across the river at this point until such time as the bridge can be rebuilt. We have received or sent away no mail from this point since Friday, May 18th, so we are without news from the outside world. Arrangements are completed for transporting the mail across the river for the present by skiff, but up to date no one has been able to reach the stage road on account of high water in the bottom east of the river.

We have had no authentic communication from above this point, but it is rumored, upon what authority we are unable to say, that both bridges over the Arkansas at Wichita have been swept away by the flood. It is still hoped this may prove to be a mistake, but portions of broken bridges passed this point going down the river, hence there are grave fears that the rumor may be well founded.

Parties have now gone down the river in boats looking after bridges and other property that may have stranded or been carried out upon some of the over flowed bottom lands.

[L. L. & G. RAILROAD COMPANY.]

[LAW OUTLINING PAYMENTS FOR WOLVES, COYOTES, ETC.]

The person to whom the bounty is awarded shall deliver the scalps of the animal, containing both ears, who shall cause the same to be destroyed. This act does not apply to counties having a total property valuation of less than $5. This act shall not be enforced until the same has been ordered by the board of county commissioners.

It is the intention of the county clerk to range these scalps around the walls of his office, and he thinks thus to be enabled to start quite a respectable museum in course of time. Wolves are quite plenty in the southern part of the county, hence here's an opportunity for the young men having nothing to do to occupy their spare time with profit to themselves and the county.

[EDITORIAL COLUMNS.]

How are you "an ear for an ear" for an old testament quotation? You will have to read scripture more frequently, Prentiss. Besides, it was Corking that lost the ear.

[LEAVENWORTH PAPER: ARRIVAL OF FRAKER, DEFAULTING BANKER.]

Wichita First National Bank President,

Being Accompanied by a United States Detective,

And Adorned With a Pair of Steel Bracelets.

[REPORT FROM EMPORIA ABOUT MAJOR FRANK NORTH.]

The Pawnee tribe, which occupies a reservation in the Indian Territory, is always called upon to furnish scouts in case of war with hostile Indians, and in some of the recent battles with the Cheyennes, these scouts have done most of the fighting.

[FERRY AT OXFORD.]

[STATE ITEMS.]

A part of the Ponca tribe of Indians, in about 25 wagons, passed through here Wednesday en route to their new reservation in the Indian Territory. They had been 45 days on the road from Dacotah, and number nearly two hundred of all ages. The white men had charge of the party. The balance of the tribe will be along in about a month. Emporia News.

[PERSONALS.]

The ferry boat at Oxford tipped up and put one man in the river last Friday.

The house of Mr. Samuel Hoyt, in Canada, was burned before he reached it, after leaving this place.

JOSEPH H. SHERBURNE started for Washington last Monday on business pertaining to Indian contracts.

A horse of A. C. Wells was drowned in the Walnut last Saturday while he was endeavoring to get it across.

WM. SPEERS had a new boat made and is carrying all parties with grists for his mill free of charge across the Arkansas.

O. P. HOUGHTON was taken suddenly ill last Friday with a severe cramp and chill, and was considered dangerously sick for awhile.

MR. REXFORD sold his 80 acre farm north of town to Mr. Campbell, of Clay County, Kansas, for $300. Mr. Campbell has moved upon the place.

THEORIZING. Al. Mowry, Frank Speers, the editor, and half a dozen other old bachelors were looking at Walker's new house last week, and making calculations.

VOYAGERS. Tom and Jake Haney and Hallett, with their wives, started on a journey to Arkansas in a small boat last week. They were making twelve miles an hour when last seen.

Southern Kansas to Have a Railroad.

By a letter from E. P. Bancroft, of Emporia, to S. P. Channell, of this place, we learn that the contract for the grading of the Kansas City, Emporia & Southern Railroad in Lyon county will be let on the 15th inst., and the bridge for the Cottonwood river has been ordered, and is now being made at Chicago. Judge Peyton, of Emporia, has been appointed right of way commissioner for Lyon county, to adjust claims. The contract for the stone work of the Cottonwood bridge will be let this week, and work commenced on it as soon as the water will permit. The work will be pushed rapidly until the south line of Butler is reached.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JUNE 6, 1877.]

The usual quiet and sereneness of our peaceable and moral town was somewhat modified last Sunday afternoon by an old cow getting her head fast in an empty salt barrel in front of the City Bakery. There happened (as usual) to be a number of small boys and several grown men standing nearby, and when the old cow launched out in a bewildered manner, they laughed.

"Small boys should not be laughing around on Sundays," an elderly gentleman remarked. But they did laugh. And the men looking on laughed too--in fact, everybody laughed. But when the Dutchman sprang out and engaged in a foot race with her, yelling, "So! Bossi!" they more than laughed. That was bad. Finally, after crawling on her knees, standing on her hind feet, and bumping against a house or two, the animal stopped, and all said, "So, Bossi. Just so a minute." During the few minutes of the "so," the barrel was extricated and the bovine liberated; and soon after you could hear "the best children in the world" telling what a fine show there had been up at Hermann's. It will be no use to be on hand next Sunday, for while the show is an entirely new thing, it never repeats itself at any town, no matter how sanguine they may be of success. For the benefit of those who may not be able to acquaint themselves of the fact, we will state that Mike Harkins was alive yet when last heard from.

To accomplish this no better remedy can be given than to partake three times each day of Kellogg & Hoyt's refreshing drink, known as "spring chicken," made of a whole lemon, an egg, some sugar, and ice cold water. You will say it is the best beverage you ever drank.

The Clerk of this township engaged a boat last week, and went down the Arkansas as far as Deer Creek, in search of the missing bridge. On the island at the mouth of the Walnut, he found one bottom cord and part of the flooring lodged in the trees. The next lot, one whole span was found on an island near Mr. Myers' in good condition. Some one had been taking it to pieces, and some of the iron was carried away. About two miles this side of Deer Creek, another lot was found, badly broken. Fully one-half of the missing part was found, and information gained that one span and a half had lodged near the Kaw Agency. They also learned that a considerable portion of a red painted bridge was lying near the mouth of Deer Creek.

COMPLAINTS are made of cattle running at large, and injuring shade trees and gardens. Notice is hereby given that all cattle found loose after this date will be taken up and held for

damages. Cattle must not be turned loose until the herders come for them.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JUNE 6, 1877.]

That's what's the matter with those "spring chickens" at Kellogg & Hoyt's.

SPRING CHICKENS with ice is what Kellogg & Hoyt propose to cool off on this summer. Try one and you'll not forget it--nor regret it.

MARRIED. On Saturday evening, May 19th, at the residence of the bride, by Rev. J. L. Rusbridge, Mr. Phillip Stump and Mrs. E. F. Kennedy.

Crossing Rush bridge has put an end to his Stumping around. How Ken he die.

[BUSINESS NOTICES.]

L. C. Norton.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JUNE 6, 1877.]

STRUCK BY LIGHTNING. During the thunder shower Sunday evening, William Crabb, residing on Posey creek, was struck by lightning. He had been to church and returned home, and took the saddle off his horse, and was picketing his horse out when he was struck near the neck, the bolt ranging down his body, tearing his vest and pants, and breaking both legs. He was not found until the next morning.

NEW TOWN. BERRY BROTHERS are having a building erected on the south side of the Arkansas, near the bridge, and intend placing half of their large stock of groceries over there. Mr. Woodard will open a blacksmith shop, and an effort is being made to have Dr. Cormack locate on that side. If all parties go, they will make quite a little village.

The officers of School District No. 2 (Arkansas City), met at Mitchell's office, May 30th, and accepted the application of Mr. Edwin Thompson, as principal of the school for the ensuing year, commencing September 1st, 1877, at $80 per month, for ten months school. Miss Ela remains as Assistant.

LAWSUIT. A suit took place yesterday before Esquire Bonsall, J. P., between Samuel Endicott and Mr. Beach over some ponies. Mitchell and Christian were attorneys for Endicott and Kager for Mr. Beach.

A special from Denison, Texas, May 11th, says: Capt. Lee, commanding the post of Fort Griffin, Texas, with a party of 40 soldiers and 15 Tonkaway Indians, surprised a band of Comanches 150 miles west of the post of Griffin on the 4th inst., killed four, and captured six squaws, 69 horses, 12 lodges, and a quantity of supplies. On the 6th, he captured and burned three lodges and some supplies. Casualties, one negro sergeant killed. These Indians had been depredating on the buffalo hunters, running off their horses, and otherwise harassing them. The success of this scout will be a wholesome lesson to marauders.

[AUCTION SALE: FORT SILL, INDIAN TERRITORY.]

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JUNE 6, 1877.]

THE FLOOD carried away every bridge in Sumner county.

LIPPMAN's mill is now at work sawing lumber for Mr. Coombs.

WYARD GOOCH started down the Arkansas to Deer Creek last Friday in search of the bridge lately carried away.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JUNE 6, 1877.]

ABOUT FORTY PAWNEE INDIANS passed on the west side of the Arkansas last Wednesday, on their way to the Agency. They had thirty ponies and twenty-five Sioux scalps with them. They crossed the river at Great Bend.

The Stock Protective Union met Thursday night of last week, and elected Rudolph Hoffmaster, Captain, and Frank Lorry, First Lieutenant. The object of the organization is to prevent stock stealing, and follow the transgressors.

PARTIES who first came to this section say that large logs of drift wood were found on the bottom between the bluff on the north and this town, proving that at one time the river was fully five feet higher than it was during the late flood.

A suspicious looking character with two large revolvers strapped on him was seen hiding in the sand hills of the Arkansas south of town last week. He came into town at night and returned again before morning. He evidently was waiting on an opportunity to steal a horse.

RESIGNED. WM. BURGESS, AGENT OF THE PAWNEE INDIANS, has resigned his position on account of his poor health, and returned to his former home at Columbus, Nebraska. Mr. Burgess made many friends during his stay in the Territory and won the esteem of all who knew him.

[INDIANS PASS THROUGH ARKANSAS CITY.]

A government train, composed of 72 wagons, accompanied by about 170 of the Ponca tribe of Indians from Dakota Territory, on their way to the Quapaw reservation in the Indian Territory, passed through town yesterday. The balance of the tribe, numbering about 700 in all, are yet to come. The party yesterday were in charge of Col. Kimball, the inspector of Indian Agencies.

[EDITORIAL COLUMNS.]

A few years ago Lawrence paid the principal $1,900 a year.

"The floods came and the rain descended, and beat against that house; and it fell, and great was the fall thereof," so thought Mr. Turner, last week, when his house went down the Arkansas. The old man stayed in it until one-half of the foundation had been swept away. We need not say that the house was built on the sand; it was nevertheless. The oldest inhabitant never saw the like of this "right smart" rise of water, as some of them will have it.

The Haney brothers and Mr. Hallett started down the river last Tuesday, the 31st of May. Their boat was well made, and large enough to carry 20 tons. It was 12 x 80 feet, with gunnells 4 x 16 inches, with an additional plank, 2 x 10, pinned down four inches on the outside of the main gunnell, giving a depth of 22 inches. When loaded with their household goods, it drew about six inches of water. The good wishes of all their friends accompany them on their way. Mr. Haney intends to work at his trade in Arkansas.

The good people of Grouse valley and vicinity are going to have a grand jollification on the Fourth of July. We are going to have an old fashioned celebration. The fair damsels of Southeast Cowley will vie with each other in "fixing up." Speeches will be made, toasts given, and responded to. Vocal and instrumental music will be one of the main features of the day.

A greased pole will be on the grounds with money, of course, on the top of it for the lucky climber. Sack races and other amusements will be engaged in, such as swinging, playing croquet, etc. A mammoth kite will be raised for the benefit of the wee ones. The many citizens of Arkansas City are invited to attend and see what country Jakes can do, for all on the programme live in the country. Come out and see for yourselves. Young men bring out your sweethearts and see how people act in the rural districts.

The celebration will take place on the premises of Mr. J. O. West, in Southeast Creswell, about 20 rods from three of the best springs in the county; no one need get thirsty, as is often the case at celebrations. We again say come and enjoy yourselves.

J. O. WILKINSON.

[COMMUNICATION FROM "OBSERVER" - MAPLE CITY.]

[RAILROAD: L. L. & G. - PERU NEWSPAPER.]

[KILLED BY LIGHTNING: WM. CRABB, PLEASANT VALLEY TOWNSHIP.]

Mr. Wm. Crabb, of Pleasant Valley township, was killed by lightning on Sunday night last. He had just returned from church to his farm, turned his horse out in the pasture, and started to the house, when the bolt struck him on the fore part of the head, passing down his body and lower limbs to the ground. In its passage down his shirt front was torn out and both boots torn nearly off his feet. He was, it is supposed, walking toward the house, when struck by the force of the stroke and was whirled completely around so that when found he lay on his face with his head toward the pasture. He was a single man, and was boarding with a family living in his house; and they, supposing that he had gone home from church with some of the neighbors, thought nothing of his absence. Hence, he was not discovered until the following morning.

The coroner, upon hearing of the accident, empanelled a jury and drove down. The investigation brought out no facts except those mentioned above.

Mr. Crabb was a young man, well respected and liked by all who knew him, and great sorrow over his death is expressed by all his neighbors and friends. Telegram.

[INDIANS.]

On the 7th inst., the hostile Sioux camp of 510 lodges, under Large Deer, was surrendered, captured, and destroyed. Four hundred and fifty horses, mules, and provisions were captured, and fourteen Indians left dead on the field, including the principal chief, leader and head warrior, Iron Star.

Our loss in killed: Privates Chas. A. Martindale and Frank Glacksueky, Company F, 2nd cavalry, and Privates Peter Lewis and Chas. Springer, Company H, 2nd cavalry.

Wounded: Second Lieut. A. M. Fuller, 2nd cavalry, right shoulder; Private R. W. Jeffey, Company G, 2nd cavalry, in scalp; Private Samuel Fryer, Company F, 2nd cavalry, right arm; Private Wm. Oweer, Company F, 2nd cavalry, right hand; Private Polk Ryan, Company G, 2nd cavalry, left arm; Private Thomas D. Gilmore, Company H, 2nd cavalry, neck; Private Fred Wilkers, Company L, 2nd cavalry, left hand; and Private Wm. Leonard, Company L, 2nd cavalry, chin wounded. They are in a comfortable condition.

Particulars reported by mail.

Signed NELSON A. MILES.

Col. Commanding.

This is the first official intelligence of the battle received at the military headquarters.

[PERSONALS.]

The Shilocco is navigable for frogs up to the county line of Sumner.

They haven't seen a wolf or killed a wild cat up at Kager's for a week.

Dr. Shepard was taken suddenly sick Saturday night. He is up again now.

Russell Cowles commenced cutting a twenty-acre field of wheat on Monday last.

GEORGE NEWMAN, OF EMPORIA, retails more dry goods than any other house in Kansas.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JUNE 13, 1877.]

The rivers are again on a high, and out of the banks. "How long, Oh Lord, how long."

HOUGHTON & McLAUGHLIN are going to put a grocery over the Arkansas. A feed stable would pay there now.

The stage does not run to Winfield now. Passengers and mail matter change coaches at a station a few miles west of town.

BENEDICT & BRO. have greatly improved their store by elevating the floor of their work room to a level with the salesroom.

E. J. Hoyt returned to Eldorado yesterday. He says the band boys at that place are going to have a big time on the 20th of July.

A couple of thieves are held at Osage Agency for stealing ponies from the Indians. One is an orphan, fourteen years of age.

MRS. BONSALL has a beautiful night-blooming jasmine in full bloom. The perfurme is strongest between eight and ten o'clock in the evening.

ONE OF THE PAWNEE SCOUTS was shot and killed at Hays City, while on his way to the Indian reservation. It is claimed the shooting was done by mistake.

DAVE FINNEY visited Osage Agency last week, and reports plenty of water at that place. Mr. Beede was expected to leave last Sunday, leaving J. L. Stubbs in charge.

BRIDGE. A talk upon bridge matters was had by our merchants yesterday afternoon, but no definite line of action was decided upon. The question of repairing the break in the bridge across the Arkansas, either by means of an iron span (which would cost some $5,000) or a pontoon bridge to join on to the half of the old bridge still standing, was warmly discussed, as was the proposition to build a pontoon bridge west of town. The most feasible scheme would seem to be to repair the old bridge, using whatever of the old timbers that could be recovered.

Mr. Wyard Gooch, the township Treasurer, made a trip down the Arkansas last week to see if any portion of the lost spans could be recovered, and reports that he found at least one-third of the missing timbers that would be available for repairs.

Many of the farmers upon whose land the timbers were left by the flood have offered to return them to the bridge site free of charge if it is decided to use them.

Something should be done in this matter at once, for in some cases portions of the lumber of the wreck have been sold. In this connection we cannot help contrasting the activity of Mr. Gooch, both at the time of the break and since, with the apathy of the Trustee, whose duty it is to look after such matters, and for which he is paid.

AT THIS WRITING, BOTH THE ARKANSAS AND WALNUT RIVERS ARE FALLING, and the fine weather of the past few days bids fair to continue.

CHRIS. BIRDZELL was capsized into the Walnut last Sunday while crossing the river in a boat to see his dulciana, and had to remain in a tree several hours before he was liberated.

On Tuesday the Sheriff of Sumner county arrested at Arkansas City, this county, on a requisition from the Governor of Iowa, one John O. Fieldkirchner, of State Center, Marshal County, Iowa, and lodged him in the Winfield jail to await further orders. The young man is charged with seduction, which under the laws of the State of Iowa is very severely punished. Telegram.

[NOTICE RE PAUPERS.]

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JUNE 13, 1877.]

DIED. On Friday, June 1st, the wife of Joseph Burtch.

HAYWOOD's harvesting machinery has come on and is now ready for those who want them.

THE SAW FRAME OF LIPPMAN'S MILL was lost in the river while crossing in a boat at Newman's mill last Wednesday.

BRIDGE FOUND. Mr. Henry Hanson, living about seven miles up the Arkansas River, informs us that a bridge 100 feet long with floor and all complete has lodged on an island near his place.

NARROW ESCAPE. Lyman Herrick and Miss Urquehart attempted to ford Wolf creek in the Indian Nation, about sixteen miles from this place, last Wednesday, and barely escaped with their lives. The team of horses were drowned.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JUNE 13, 1877.]

The editor is in Leavenworth today, attending the Kansas Editorial Convention, and will leave for Denver and the Rocky Mountains tomorrow. They expect to be absent two weeks, going via Santa Fe railway and returning on the Kansas Pacific.

CONTRACT FOR FREIGHT. Houghton & McLaughlin have been awarded the contract for transporting Indian goods from Wichita to the Pawnee and Kaw Agencies. Edward Fenlow received the contract for hauling the goods for the Osages, and those for the Sac and Fox and their stations was awarded to D. C. Blossom, of Muscogee, Indian Territory.

On last Thursday, as John Broderick, of Salt City, was attempting to cross the Nenescah river on a ferry boat, with a team of mules, the boat was capsized by the mules becoming frightened and jumping, and all were thrown into the river. Mr. Broderick went under the water at the first plunge, and drowned with very little exertion. He will be remembered by many in this locality.

CAPT. NORTH had several adventures in getting away from Caldwell, during the high water last week. Leaving Caldwell he drove to the Sha-was-cos-pa where he found a ferry, and put his buggy and sample cases on it. Before the boat was half way across it dipped over, the buggy rolled off, and in a minute the whole outfit was rolling down stream. One minute the pole would be up, then the wheels, then the top, and nothing could be seen. Capt. North followed the vehicle a mile down the river to where it lodged among the willows. After considerable trouble it was taken out and repaired and started again. At Slate Creek he put the buggy on a ferry at that place, and had gone but a few feet from the shore when the boat tipped over and emptied its contents into the creek. The Captain had taken the precaution this time to take everything he had left out of the buggy. After many hours delay, the buggy was taken out, and he continued his journey. Endurance and pluck is all that carried him through.

[LETTER FROM EDITOR SCOTT TO ED. G. GRAY OF THE TRAVELER.]

On the Arkansas river at Wichita I saw a boat 100 feet long by 16 feet wide, loaded with 27 reaping machines for Oxford and Wellington.

Col. Young, Gen. Course, and S. L. Simons, one of the directors and Treasurer of the Chicago & St. Louis Air Line Railway, are expected here every day. The following dispatch has just been received.

CHICAGO, ILL., June 13, 1877.

E. P. BANCROFT: Would like to have directors give attention to obtain right of way, at once. Refer to Engineers for location. Make costs within estimates.

The following notice appeared in the Emporia papers and shows the Company means to build the road.

Proposals.

OFFICE OF CHIEF ENGINEER

KANSAS CITY, EMPORIA & SOUTHERN RAILROAD.

EMPORIA, June 8th, 1877.

BIDS will be received at this office until June 25th for the earth work and masonry on the first division of the Kansas City, Emporia & Southern railroad, from Emporia to the crossing of the Verdigris river in Greenwood county. Profiles, plans, and specifications can be seen at the office of the Chief Engineer, at Emporia, on and after June 20th, 1877. Bids will be received for all or any portion of the work. Bidders will be required to complete their contracts within ninety days from date of letting. The Company reserve the right to reject any or all bids. Successful bidder will be required to give a satisfactory bond to the Company for the due completion of their contracts.

L. B. FULLER, Chief Engineer.

Everybody is interested in the enterprise here, and have no other idea than that the road will be completed before the time specified. Work has already begun and will be continued all winter. The profiles to the south side of the Verdigris river will be completed next Saturday. Distance twenty miles.

Mr. Jackson and Williams of Winfield were here yesterday, returning from Topeka, where had been endeavoring to get a proposition from the Santa Fe Company. They were not much elated over the result of their visit.

W. H. Walker and myself separated at this place. He went on to Cincinnati, to be absent two months, and will return with a frow. C. M.

[BOLTON'S FOURTH OF JULY.]

Estella Burnett.

A. Lorry.

BAND: L. Herrick.

GROUNDS: C. J. Beck, S. Pepper, W. Linton, O. C. Smith,

J. D. Guthrie, H. J. Donnelly.

AMUSEMENTS: Lyman Herrick, Henry Endicott Jr.

TO PROCURE SPEAKERS AND TOASTS: Rudolph Huffmaster.

MARSHALS: J. K. Stevens, John Lewis.

Calithumpians will appear just before dinner, etc.

[SITTING BULL.]

The Old Aborigine has Taken Refuge in the British Possessions. He is interviewed and gives his story in regard to affairs.

Chicago, June 16. A special from Winnipeg, Manitoba, says: Dispatches from Ft. Walsh says Sitting Bull, with 850 lodges, is setting between there and Wood mountain. He claims to have won many victories over the United States troops of which the public know nothing, and exhibits numerous trophies, including arms, wagons, etc., some belonging to Custer's party. He holds that violations of federal treaties by the United States warranted his rebellion.

A Bismarck special says Rev. Abbot Martin returned yesterday from a conference with Sitting Bull, held at the latter's camp in the British possession, May 28. Martin, accompanied by six Sioux Indians and an interpreter, was joined while there by Major Walsh and other Canadian officers from Fort Walsh, some sixty miles away.

Sitting Bull was courteous, and very hospitable and attentive. He told the same old story of his errings in an eloquent and fiery speech. The conclusion reached was that Sitting Bull would not return to the United States, but would remain in the British possession. He could not bear the idea of surrendering his possessions, ponies, arms, etc. Besides, he feared for his personal safety. Indians lost all their lodges, many arms and supplies, while crossing the river this spring, and are in a bad condition to continue the war. There are three hundred and twenty lodges, or about 1,000 warriors. The British officers sympathized with them, and assured them of protection during good behavior. Father Martin thinks the band is better off as it is, and recommends that they be encouraged to remain, and believes the Indian war is over.

[PERSONALS.]

WORK ON THE FERRY BOAT is going lively now.

RAFTERS went up on the M. E. Church last week.

ICE has been in good demand for the past few days. It is selling for 2 cents per pound.

HOUGHTON & McLAUGHLIN have a branch store on the south side of the Arkansas river.

The road to the Arkansas river south of town has been fixed and is now in good shape for traveling.

FORDABLE. The Walnut river became fordable at Harmon's ford, on Monday last, for the first time in six weeks.

BRIDGE. Now that the Walnut is down, we presume that no time will be lost in getting the bridge up at Newman's mill.

NEW POSTMASTER. W. T. ESTUS, late P. M. at Silverdale

P. O., gave up possession of that office to Israel Tiptor on Saturday evening last.

SALTY. MESSRS WILSON and J. I. MITCHELL, of this place, have opened branch stores for the transaction of their respective businesses at Salt City.

"FREE RIDE to the Arkansas" seems to have played out, and the sturdy yeoman is compelled to take a little extra exercise between the river and town.

FOUND. The body of John Broderick, who was drowned some weeks since by the upsetting of a ferry boat on the Nenescah river, has been recovered.

At last the Walnut is fordable and the farmers are permitted to come to town without the exquisite pleasure of a ride on the ferry and a walk the balance of the way.

HORRIBLE. An experience of anything but a pleasant nature befell Mr. W. H. Nelson, one of our citizens, the other day, or rather night. He relates that upon retiring to bed he fancied there was something in the bed that handn't ought to be there and arose to make an investigation, but could find nothing, and thinking at the most it could but be a mouse laid down and Morpheused till morning. So far so good, but in the morning while dressing, happening to cast his eyes upon the pillow, he beheld a very comely snake of the class which is called copperhead. His snakeship is now expiating his crime in a bottle of alcohol.

4TH OF JULY CELEBRATION IN BOLTON. On the fourth of July the citizens of Bolton will have a celebration at Captain Smith's grove and spring about a mile south of the bridge. Judge Christian is to deliver the oration. Amos Walton and other speakers are invited to address the crowd. A good time generally is expected. All are cordially invited to attend, and join in the festivities. Come one, come all, bring your baskets and have a jolly time.

MUDDY. Now that the river is fordable something should be done towards draining the slue by Dr. Hughes. As it now stands, it is far worse to pull through the mud and water than it ever was last year. The road needs to be thrown up at least 4 feet and a culvert put in. The work done last year was good, but the trouble was that not half enough was done. We canot expect people to come to town while the approaches thereto are in such bad shape.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JUNE 30, 1877.]

NATIVE LUMBER. Wm. Coombs has secured the services of W. L. Lippman, late of Grouse creek, who now has his saw mill in full blast on Mr. Coombs' land northeast of town. Mr. Lippman is a thorough master of his business and all needing lumber will do well to see him. He expects to cut out a large amount of lumber during the summer, will keep on hand all kinds of sawed material, which he will sell at low rates. Go and see for yourselves.

LEGAL. WM. NAYLOR and GUSTAVE P. STRUM, two of the most well known and popular of the "Surveyor Boys" of bygone days, have turned their attention to the study of law and received diplomas from the Law Department of the Columbian University on the 13th inst. They have the best wishes of their many friends in this community for their success in their profession.

Our hardware merchants have been doing a driving business for the past week or two. Something over twenty harvesters and headers have gone over the Arkansas in the boat. This doesn't look much like as if Arkansas City was retrograding to be the home of the snipe and the gentleman with spectacles.

RECOVERED. The saw frame belonging to Lippman's mill, sunk in the Walnut river by the capsizing of the boat, was fished out yesterday. It was lying 15 feet under water and was bedded 18 inches in mud.

WORK UPON THE BRIDGE PIERS AT NEWMAN'S MILL has been resumed and will be pushed forward to completion as rapidly as possible. If everything progresses favorably, we may expect to have the bridge in position by the middle of July.

ROUGH. THEORON HOUGHTON had quite a time getting back to town from the Pawnee Agency, where he had been breaking. It took him ten days to make the trip, and he had to leave his team at that. M. T. Bonar started a little ahead of him, and reached and forded the Red Rock; but when Theoron arrived, an hour later, the waters had risen so that he could not ford. The serious part was that Bonar had no provisions with him and after sticking it out five days in sight of each other waiting for the waters to subside, Theoron returned to the agency and Bonar started west for the cattle trail. Nothing has since been heard of him. A party of men went in search of him on Monday and have not yet

returned.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JUNE 20, 1877.]

AGITATING. We have heard several methods discussed as to the how to replace the Arkansas bridge, during the last two days on the streets. Although nothing has yet been done, it conclusively proves that the situation is grasped and the necessity for immediate action of some kind realized.

TOO LOW. While some persons with a team and wagon were fording the Walnut on Monday night, they by some means got too low down stream, and were compelled to leave the wagon and scramble out with the horses as best they could. The wagon was recovered the next morning.

GOOD. The lumber for the ferry across the Arkansas, south of town, arrived last Monday; and as all the necessary arrangements are now made, the same will speedily be in running order.

ED. G. GRAY, alias ye local, has been sick for the past few days, but is now progressing favorably, and will soon be convalescent. In view of the above, the readers of the "Traveler" must excuse all short-comings in this issue.

GOOD FOR BOLTON. No stronger proof for the good times in store for Bolton township is needed than the fact that at this writing fifteen Headers and Harvesters and two Buckeye Reapers have been put across the Arkansas to harvest this season's yield of small grain.

MALARIA. CHARLEY COOMBS, one of the office boys, was compelled to go home yesterday morning, he having an attack of intermittent fever, which will probably invalid him for the balance of the week.

REMOVED. PARKER and CANFIELD have moved their lumber from under A. O. Porter's blacksmith shop, and may now be found back of Benedict's building.

[BUSINESS NOTICES.]

[ARTICLE BY JAMES CHRISTIAN.]

We take the above from the Pittsburgh Leader of the 10th inst. Of late years in this country quite a stir has been made through the press about silver and golden weddings, and occasionally a diamond wedding, and some remarkable instances of longevity.

But these events in the "Old Country" create no such excitement. I was once present at the christening of a child in the old home of St. Patrick. When the ceremony was over and the feasting commenced, someone suggested the propriety of taking the ages of its progenitors then present, and the length of time the parents had been married. The father and mother had been married 30 years, the grandfather and grandmother 65 years, the great grandfather 83 years, the great grandmother having been dead some years. I have heard the term given to 25, 50, and 75 years of married life, but am at a loss what term to apply to this case of 83 years of married life. Here was an old gentleman 105 years old, who could have celebrated his 83 years of married life. A fact well known in the neighborhood of St. John's Point, Parish of Russglass, county Down, Ireland, 45 years ago.

Another remarkable case of longevity, as well as fecundity, upon this side of the "Herring Pond" came under my own observation shortly after my marriage in 1846. We paid a visit to my wife's grandmother, an old lady then past 90. Quite a number of the relatives sat down to dinner, having assembled to congratulate us upon our union, as well as to pay their respects to old "Grandma," as she was familiarly called. At the table sat the old lady, then past 90 years of age; next to her sat her oldest daughter, a married lady of 72 years; next to this lady was her oldest son, aged fifty years, grandson of the old lady. Beside this gentleman sat his daughter, 28 years old, and at her side was her little son, 6 years old.

"Grandma" could thus tell her grandson to help his grandson, all at the same table: five generations. Her 72 year old daughter was amongst the first babies brought into Kentucky. This venerable lady of some 90 years, accompanied by her husband, came with Daniel Boone and settled at Boonesborough at an early day. In their long march from Virginia, traveling by night and laying by during the day for fear of the Indians, "old Grandma" rode a pony loaded with all their worldly goods while her husband walked alongside with his trusty rifle.

The old lady known as "Grandma" died of old age in the bosom of her family to the fifth generation.

JAMES CHRISTIAN.

[ANOTHER MADDENING FACT: JAMES CHRISTIAN WAS MARRIED IN 1846...HIS LAST CHILD, BORN IN ARKANSAS CITY, APPEARED IN 1877...SEE ONE OF THE COLUMNS IN PAPER...31 YEARS AFTER HE WAS MARRIED! PERHAPS, THE JAMES CHRISTIAN WHO HAD A CHILD BORN TO HIM WAS ACTUALLY THE SON OF THE IRISH-BORN JAMES CHRISTIAN.]

[SCOTT REPORTS ON EXCURSION OF EDITORS.]

[STATE ITEMS.]

[MISCELLANEOUS: A STORY ABOUT BEER.]

Beer Millionaires.

It is only about thirty years ago since lager beer came into use in the United States. The first brewery was established in Philadelphia in 1845.

[EDITORIAL COLUMN: SCOTT TELLS ABOUT EXCURSION IN DETAIL.]

It was the first passenger train that ever made the ascent, which is at present the highest of any railroad in the world. The Sangre de Christo pass, generally known as La Veta pass, is 9,340 feet above the level of the sea, and at present the terminus of the railway leading to the San Juan country. It is the highest railway elevation on the globe, although one of still greater height is being constructed in Peru, South America.

The cost of construction of the railroad up the mountain was $18,000 per mile, and was built by Mr. Greenwood, chief engineer. In order to reach the summit, grades as great as 211 feet to the mile have to be climbed, which is done by a continuous curve around the mountains. The journey over this route in comfortable commodious cars, up steep grades at the rate of 18 miles an hour, with a load heavy enough for a three-wheeled driving engine of standard gauge, convinced the most unwielding ones that the three-foot narrow gauge railway system is a success, and should be generally adopted where the business is not sufficient for wider grades, as it is not yet in this and many other sections of the country. The most skeptical cannot fail to be convinced after a voage over this route.

Manitou is a watering place of considerable renown, and is blessed with every variety of the healthy fluid. Within a scope of half a mile, soda, iron, sulphur, warm and cold waters are to be found. We partook freely of the soda water, which flowed from the ground in a large stream, and could be dipped up by the bucket full. To the taste, it is the same as the soda water made by druggists and sold at ten cents per glass. There it is as free as the air to all who desire it.

Every convenience is made at Manito for the entertainment of strangers, and they have many to entertain, as excursion parties from almost every Sate in the Union are constantly visiting them. The BEEBE House is one of the grandest and best hotels it has been our good fortune to stop at, and reminds one of the fashionable houses of Niagara Falls, only they excel in quantity and quality of eatables.

Manitou is at the foot of the far famed Pike's Peak, that rises 14,836 feet towards the heavens. As we stood gazing at this great snow capped mountain, we could imagine that heaven's foundation rested upon it, so mighty is its construction.

After visiting the Ute pass, we directed our guide to drive to the "Garden of the Gods." Its entrance is gained by passing between two mammoth rocks rising 100 feet in mid air. Once within the almost continuous wall that surrounds it, every shade of living green can be seen on the earth, while on every side rise the mountain heights, and monuments of rock. Rocks of every form and feature are there to be found. One as large as an ordinary prairie house stands balanced on an eight foot footing, while others are mere stems at the bottom and small table lands at the top. They are so singularly shaped that you imagine lions, seals, and other animals out of their formation.

While at Denver we were exceedingly fortunate in meeting our old friend and fellow townsman of Cadiz, Ohio, Archie J. Sampson, Attorney General of the State, and his accomplished wife, who was a school mate of ours, among the clay and sun-burnt hills of our native Buckeye State.

After spending one day more in Denver, those of the party who had not gone the day before, again placed themselves on the plush cushions and were soon hurling homeward. The route along the Kansas Pacific, until we reached nearly the center of Kansas, was a dull and lonely one. Nothing but the short, green grass could be seen on either side for miles. As we neared Salina, large fields of wheat and corn took place of the unbroken sod, and but a short distance from the town, we passed through the enormous wheat field of Mr. T. C. Henry, covering 2,200 acres. It will not yield as well as it did last year, owing to the heavy rains, but may average fifteen bushels to the acre.

[ARTICLES ABOUT RAILROADS.]

[WINFIELD'S RAILROAD PROJECT.]

[EDITOR C. M. SCOTT RECEIVES LETTER FROM R. P. SCOTT.]

[A. T. & S. F. R. R. PROPOSAL TO COWLEY COUNTY.]

[DEATH OF JOHN WILKINSON.]

[INDIANS VISIT PERU.]

[COMMUNICATION TO SCOTT FROM "J. L. WADE" - PUEBLO, COLORADO.]

Now let me say something about the mines. Doubtless, they are rich in all their mineral properties, but on account of their being mostly owned by poor men who are not able to buy a sufficient amount of machinery which they should have, they cannot give work to more than half of the people who are immigrating there at the present time. Taking Colorado all over, it is a poor place for a poor man. It is entirely overdone by poor men.

Lake City, among many other towns in the mines, has at present 800 or 1,000 men without money or work. Those who can get work for their board are doing so, while many are stealing. Hundreds are leaving and hundreds are coming in.

Colorado is a poor place for a poor man to come to at present. All those who can stay in Kansas and make their board, had better stay, for they can't make anything here. I think in the course of a year or two, when the mines get developed, it will be a good place for a laboring man, but it is running over with laboring men now.

I started to Colorado from Cowley county last April, where I had been living since 1870. I had the intention of making Colorado my home and haven't changed my mind yet. I like the country as well as I expected, and think Colorado is the healthiest country I was ever in. That is the reason why I expect to make it my home.

Rosy and Cass Endicott are well satisfied with the country, also Coburn and Jay.

[STATE ITEMS.]

Another boat for the Lower Arkansas is now tied up at the bridge. It is sixty feet long, and provided with two cabins all complete and painted. Wichita Eagle.

[PERSONALS.]

Prof. Bacon is employed at Kellogg & Hoyt's drug store.

The Oxford ferry-boat is doing a fine business crossing passengers and freight over the Arkansas river.

The yield of wheat per acre will not be as large as anticipated in this county, owing to the heavy rainfalls when the wheat was in blossom.

ESCAPED. Last week A. W. Patterson and Wm. Gray arrested a man in Sumner county known under the assumed name of John Scott, by order of a Sheriff of Iowa. The arrested party was accused of horse stealing in Iowa, and broke jail from that State before his trial. The real name of the man was John Marahue. He was taken from this place to Wichita and was confined in a hotel during the night. Thinking him asleep, one of the officers left him locked in his room for a few minutes while he went downstairs after a pair of handcuffs.

As soon as Marahue discovered he was alone, he jumped out of bed, took his clothes under his arm, broke the lock of his door, and one on the hall door, and made his way out. He was then tracked in the mud under an elevator, but before a light could be procured, escaped from them again and is now at large. The Sheriff came down on the train Saturday night, but failed to find his man. Marahue was arrested at this place before he moved to Sumner county for stealing, but afterwards turned loose.

HAIL STORM. On Monday night a hail storm fell in this section with considerable violence. At Mr. Clingman's farm a colt was killed by hail, and a mare by lightning. Parties who were out in the storm had to seek cover. Considerable wheat was blown down and theshed out.

DISTINGUISHED GUEST. O. J. Schneck, of the St. Charles Hotel, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, who lately paid this place a visit to see his friend, James Huey, is a young man of considerable renown. It was he, two years ago, who made the balloon ascension from Philadelphia that created so much excitement. He has made five ascensions, varying from one to three and a half miles above the earth. It was his intention, when he left this place, to return and engage in the stock business before many months.

Among other acquaintance the editor had the pleasure of meeting in the mountains was Walt. Smith, of Colorado Springs, formerly a cattle man and Register of Deeds in this county, and David Lewis, of Denver, who is attending school at the above place. Also, Rev. I. O. Smith, who is following the avocation of selling books. Dave was lively, and apparently doing well. He works at his trade, stone-cutting, half of the time, and attends a commercial school the other half.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JUNE 27, 1877.]

Yes, they praise them, for in working to carry the bonds, they defeated them. Elk county is able to manage her own affairs without the help of Winfield politicians.

LIGHTNING STRIKE. About two o'clock Tuesday morning a bolt of lightning struck the spire of the First Church, and tore the cupola considerably, besides knocking off the plastering and damaging the sides of the building. The cause of the damage is attributed to an old lightning rod being improperly adjusted on the building.

SICK. ED. G. GRAY, foreman of the printing office, has been confined to his room for several days, and Charley Coombs, one of the main helps, has just recovered from an attack of fever. The responsibility of the office for awhile rested entirely on Clarence Harris, who managed it manfully.

MR. YOUNG, engineer of the Kansas City, Emporia & Southern Railway, with Gov. Eskridge, were at Nenescah yesterday. The represent a road that will be built into this section of country within the next two years.

About three thousand northern Cheyennes, accompanied by three companies of soldiers, are on their way to the Indian Territory, west of the Arkansas river. They should reach their destination next Saturday.

PANTHER. A couple of men from Colorado, camped back of Finney's stable, have a young panther three months old, about the size of an ordinary dog, that is as playful as a kitten.

SALT CITY has elected city fathers. One of the principla amusements in a western city of the third class is to pass ordinances. Some western Legislatures are addicted to the same habit.

[CORRESPONDENCE FROM "RED BUD" - MAPLE TOWNSHIP.]

[PERSONALS.]

The Walnut affords excellent swimming.

P. H. WOODARD goes to Pawnee Agency as blacksmith.

The Kaw Agency school closed last week for a vacation of six week.

Indian war dance and grand jollification over at Peru, Chautauqua county, today.

DIED. On Saturday, June 30th, of dropsy, B. F. Edwards, of Grouse creek.

One of the stage horses driven by Tommy Young dropped dead in the road last Wednesday.

The wind storm of last Friday night blew down the stables of Charles Parker and J. T. Stewart.

JUDGE CHRISTIAN's daughter, who has been a missionary to Egypt, spent a few days with her parents this week.

One of the crew that accompanied Rexford on his trip to Kaw Agency became so dry on the way that he claimed to sweat dust.

Under a late decision by the Supreme Court of Kansas, a tax deed containing more than one description or tract of land is void.

MR. HOPKINS, formerly of Hopkins' Ranche, on Pond Creek, passed by this place this week on his way to Coffeyville with beef cattle.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JULY 4, 1877.]

It is rumored that two Indians were killed on Rock Creek, this county; last week, by parties from Nebraska, from whom said Indians had stolen horses.

DIED. On Wednesday, June 27th, of paralysis, Mrs. Smith, wife of Capt. O. C. Smith, of Bolton Township. The afflicted brother has our heartfelt sympathies.

MEN OF THE BORDER soon learn to provide for themselves in time of trial. In the winter the timber is warmer than the prairie, but if caught on the prairie, a hole dug in the ground large enough for the body would often prevent freezing. The compass or resin weed indicates north, as does the moss and bark on trees. Water can be obtained from the root of a prairie plant, while the cactus affords food when baked. Land turtles are found in the shade of small plants; and when roasted, are good eating. A match, ever so wet, can be dried by placing it in the hair of your head, or next to your body.

MR. D. H. CLOUGH, having lately sold his place, intends starting for Oregon by the 1st of August next, either by rail or team. If he goes by wagon, he would like to have company, and consequently would be pleased to hear from any person or persons contemplating such a trip. From what we know of Mr. Clough, we feel safe in saying that he would be good company for anybody, and would do his share toward lessening the tediousness of such a journey. Parties desiring good company should address him at Arkansas City. He has the stamps, and is a whole-souled fellow.

PROF. HOYT is organizing a class in gymnastic performances. The courthouse is the place where they exercise themselves. The professor is quite an expert at the various tricks on the horizontal bar, tumbling, etc., having been connected at various times with traveling exhibitions. He is as good as any of them. Eldorado Press.

You can bet your last nickel on our "Buffalo Joe." He gave lessons to the circus performers here two years ago.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JULY 4, 1877.]

ANOTHER BOAT, about thirty-five feet long by twelve feet eight inches in width, is lying at the west ferry with a load of drugs, bound for Fort Smith. It has a cabin on each end, and contains thirteen persons and five tons of chattels. Dr. Trichen, of Wichita, has command of the vessel, and is moving his entire drug store from the railroad terminus of Sedgwick county.

We had the pleasure last week of meeting Mr. Searing, Agent of the Pawnees. Mr. Searing was formerly connected with the agency of the Sioux, and while comparatively a young man, is an experienced man among Indians. He is an agreeable gentleman, and we hope to meet him often.

The Eldorado Times says: "Tom Bonar, of Grouse creek, is lost in the Indian Territory, and a party of men are hunting for him." Can't be. Tom's feet are so large that he could be trailed to California. The Times must mean that the Territory is lost to Tom Bonar.

The citizens of Bolton are requested to meet at the Turner school house on Saturday next, 7th inst., at 3 o'clock sharp, to take some action in regard to repairing the bridge across the Arkansas. Let there be a full turn-out. T.

MANSON REXFORD started from the place last Thursday morning, and reached Kaw Agency Friday morning with a load of machinery for the Agency, weighing 1,820 pounds. His boat was six by sixteen feet.

There will be a Fourth of July celebration at West's grove on Grouse creek today. Orations will be delivered by J. J. Johnson, Andrew Jackson Show, and Orin Wilkinson. A general good time is expected.

THE STORM on Friday night blew down the old stable on Central Avenue. It had a slight leaning to the north for several days previous, but the wind on Friday night brought it down flat.

ORIN WILKINSON attempted to swim the Arkansas last week, with the halter strap of his pony tied around his neck. When he got about half way across, the animal turned about and towed the man to the shore he started from, nearly choking the life out of him in the performance.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JULY 4, 1877.]

The city council met and granted a saloon license to Blenden and Cundeff Monday evening. Ordered $250 to be paid for the ferry boat west of town on the Arkansas, and decided that it should be a free ferry.

[ADS.]

[COURIER ATTACKS OXFORD PAPER OVER RAILROAD.]

Well, after considering the matter carefully and dispassionately, we have finally arrived at the conclusion that if, and if, the company had been composed of railroad men and really desired to build a road of that magnitude, over that line, and had been able to command the necessary capital to build it with, and Cowley county had made arrangements to construct the road en-tirely across the county, and Elk county, and other counties east, had voted the bonds at the rate of $4,000 per mile, the company might probably have built the road, but in the absence of any and all of these necessary adjuncts and qualifications, the "little Kingdom on the Walnut" is left out in the cold; but then, the Kansas City, Emporia & Southern road will be constructed, and near enough to be accessible to most people of that county, besides they, in time, may be able to get a branch of the road to Winfield. Oxford Independent.

[BILL POSEY, OUTLAW, PURSUED INTO INDIAN TERRITORY.]

Bill Posey was armed with a rifle and two revolvers when overtaken, but a shot broke his right arm before he could fire. He tried to use a revolver with his left hand, but a bullet in his shoulder completely disabled him. Still he persevered, and, spurring his horse into a run, overturned one of his assailants by a violent collision. Then more bullets were fired into his body, and killed him.

[MARRIED: O. P. JOHNSON AND MISS CLARA TANSEY.]

[INDIANS.]

The Ponca Indians, who lately passed through this place on their way to the Indian Territory, are civilized, and have partially learned the arts of peace. In their new home they will undoubtedly progress more rapidly. In their new home the 800 Indians will have 40,000 acres of land, and will be the nearest tribe to Baxter Springs. Girard Press.

[BOLTON TOWNSHIP CELEBRATES FOURTH OF JULY.]

I attended the Fourth of July in Bolton last Wednesday, and took a few notes I want to tell you. I did not go for fun; I did not go for frolic; but for sober, solid information and instruction, and to see the people and things. I saw you there, to begin with, and concluded from appearances that the local department of the paper would be neglected, as you had your hand full, mind full, and from the monstrous basket you towed around, I took it for granted you would soon have a stomach full. An editor is always hungry, they say, and I believe it. But I don't want to write this article entirely about you, for there were others equally as handsome as yourself and lady.

Do not censure me if I am too critical, for you know half a woman lives for is to see and be seen, talk a great deal, and hear much more. Men are slow, stupid beings, capable of talking only one at a time, but we, the fairest of God's creatures, can talk all together.

Isn't it delightful to go to a picnic, sit down under a shady bough, and watch the people, and make comparisons? I had just such a location when I made these notes.

First on the scene was Mr. Skinner, senior. You can assure yourself he would be first if he came at all. Then came Frank Denton, Mr. Parvin, Capt. Hoffmaster, Mr. Steiner, and "Jim," with their amiable wives all neatly dressed. Soon after came what the TRAVELER has dubbed the "young bloods" of Bolton and Creswell.

There was that wild and reckless Will Stewart, who drives as though he was running a passenger coach, followed by modest (?) O. C. Skinner and the constable of your town, with gayly attired ladies.

Soon the dignity of Creswell appeared, with covered carriages and fine horses. Among them Col. McMullen, Dr. Alexander, Rev. Fleming, O. P. Houghton, and last, but not least, his Honor, Judge Christian, and Amos Walton, speakers of the day.

I did like Judge Christian's oration, and was surprised at the ability of the old gentleman and his powers of delivery. Anyone could see it was a speech prepared by hard study, and a great amount of reading. If the ground committee had done their duty and prepared seats, many more would have heard the speech, but for elderly persons to stand in a grove without a breath of air stirring is too much for comfort, much less to pay attention to an oration.

Among the audience there was the handsome young widow with money to loan, the belles of Bolton and their adored, the boisterous town roughs, and wives of distinguished citizens, who came alone, leaving their husbands to remain at home to look after the "by-bie." There wee good, bad, and indifferent persons among the crowd. At the table also was a sight. On one side, mild, kind, and lovely women could be seen, and nearby the uncouth, voracious individual whose mouth looked as though he had his throat cut, every time he opened it.

There were many strangers I had never seen before, and familiar faces I have not had the pleasure of seeing for some time. One fine appearing, Christian looking gentleman, I learned, was from Illinois, and others I was informed lived across the Arkansas. Understand me when I say across the Arkansas, to mean on the north side, for I am a resident of Bolton township.

But I have scarcely referred to my notes. Rev. McClanahan, a new preacher, began the exercises with prayer. The Declaration was then commendably read by Mr. Parvin, of our side; then the brass band of your place, after a series of toots, and yells for "Charley," "Frank," "Ret," "where's Lyman Herrick?" and "where's Ed. Thompson?" worked up a tune. We supposed "Charley" and "Frank" and "Ret" to be single men, and imagined they might be promenading with someone's sister, but we do not know it. Yes, they worked up a tune finally. I would give you the name of it, if I could, but I could not find anyone who knew it.

After prayer, Dr. Shepard, who was appointed Chairman, introduced Hon. James Christian. His speech lasted about half an hour, and was appreciated by all who heard it. Hon. Amos Walton then spoke in a strong, pleasing tone, after which the gathering began to separate and seek their homes.

This, Mr. Editor, is all I have to say. If at any future time you wish me to express my sentiments, I may be in the mood to favor you. I desire to thank the people of your township for the patriotism they manifested in coming to Bolton township for a Fourth of July Celebration when they couldn't have one at home, and the good wives of the Bolton men who worked to make it a success.

I also want to say that the visit paid us by your most estimable ladies, Mrs. and Miss Revs. Thompson, Mrs. Fleming, Mrs. Shepard, Mrs. Hughes, Mrs. Sipes, Mrs. McMullen, and a number of others, will be returned, as they added much to the enjoyment of the occasion. I also desire to thank the band boys, for they meant well in their heads, but their hearts, I fear, troubled them. There were a number of young ladies, also, whom I would be gratified to have call on me at any time, and the young boys know they are all cherished and loved by

AUNT MARY.

[A NOTABLE SCOUT: WM. CODY, KNOWN AS "BUFFALO BILL."]

Incidents in the Career of Hon. Wm. Cody, Better Known as

"Buffalo Bill"--How He Obtained His Sobriquet--Adventures in Indian Campaigns.

William T. Cody, better known as "Buffalo Bill," is fully entitled to this character, as any army officer with whom he has served during the past 20 years will bear witness. Cody is

AN EXCEPTIONAL MAN,

for, with every disadvantage of education and early training to contend against, he has steadily advanced upon the road which chance engineered for him, keeping clerk of the pitfalls, and passing, one after another, all his competitors, until he stands today the foremost scout in America. This is no fulsome flattery, for everyone who knows Cody acknowledges his worth and feels honored in claiming him as a friend.

Will Cody was born in Iowa, Scott county, in 1838, and is therefore 39 years of age. While he was yet an infant, his father, whose pioneer instincts always carried him to the farthest frontier, became an Indian trader in Kansas and Nebraska, and it was in that wilderness and under such untoward circumstances that "Little Billy," his then nom de plume, picked up the rudiments of education from the kindly wives of officers at different forts and trading posts.

In 1855 the boy started in life on his own account, and drove an army team until 1857, when he

VOLUNTEERED FOR THE MORMON WAR,

and made the campaign under Sidney Johnston. During 1860 and 1861 he was employed as pony express rider on some of the most dangerous portions of the overland route.

Early in 1862 he joined that celebrated band known as Gen. Blount's "Red legged Scouts," and served with them in Kansas and Western Missouri until the close of the war, when he went out to the plains as government scout and dispatch carrier.

In 1867 he was appointed chief hunter of the Kansas Pacific Railroad Company, and it was in their service that he gained his sobriquet of "Buffalo Bill," on account of the immense number of bison that fell to his rifle.

When the Indian war broke out, during that year he served with the army under Generals Hancock and Custer, and in 1868 was appointed Chief of Scouts for the Department of the Missouri. He remained in service until 1871, when he had the management of the Grand Duke Alexis' hunting party.

In February, 1872, he paid his first visit to the East. Being then taken in hand by theatrical managers, who scented a fresh sensation in a good looking frontiersman, Cody made

HIS DEBUT AS A FOOTLIGHT SCALPER,

and since that time has passed his winters in paint and tinsel on the stage, his summers in patched buckskin on the plains. So far superior is his love of actual music warfare that at the outbreak of the Sioux war last year he forfeited an engagement in the East, and hurried to the front, where he was at once appointed chief of scouts, first to Gen. Crook's command and after to the joint commands of Crook and Terry. Toward the close of the campaign, Cody performed a remarkable feat of physical endurance, and the writer can vouch for the truth of the following description.

Believing the war practically at a close, so far as any actual fighting was concerned, when the command reached the Yellowstone River, he resigned his position and started for the Missouri on a steamer, the commands meanwhile marching back into the Bad Lands on their bootless (fruitless) search for the unfindable Sitting Bull.

The steamer was delayed for two days some few miles below the late camp, and as he was starting out on the second afternoon, met a steamer coming up from the settlement with dispatches for Terry and Crook. There were several well known scouts on board, but Gen. Whistler made a special request that Cody should carry the dispatches through, offering him, in case he should accept the task, the use of his own blooded mare.

The mission was not only difficult, but dangerous. Difficult, because the command was known to be at least thirty miles distant, and the intervening country to be as scarred and rugged as the face of a volcano; dangerous, on account of the small war parties of Indians that were scattered all through the district.

Of course, Cody undertook the mission, leaving the steamer at 5 a.m. He returned shortly after midnight with counter dispatches from the twin commands, and so great had been the exertion that General Whistler's mare died during the night.

Finding that a fresh batch of orders must be sent forward, Cody insisted upon carrying them, as he had already crossed the country and could make better time. At one o'clock, after only three-quarters of an hour's rest, he started off upon a fresh horse into the dark night, for it was raining, and the darkness seemed impenetrable.

At 11:00 a.m. the next morning he appeared mounted upon the third horse, for the second one also had broken down. His face looked haggard, and his step was weary as he came across the gang plank to be greeted by rousing cheers from rank and file;. but he quickly handed over the dispatches and said, "If you don't need me longer, General, I'll take a nap." Within six hours he was up again, apparently as bright and fresh as on the previous day, and that after riding more than 120 miles over a land that is truly named "God-forsaken."

HOW BUFFALO BILL LOOKS.

Cody is a splendid looking specimen of humanity, over six feet in height, weighing nearly 200 pounds, and admirably proportioned, while his aquiline features, somewhat outre style in dress, and long dark brown hair, which falls in masses of curls over his shoulders, make him a center of attraction among the puny dwellers in cities.

A couple of anecdotes, as told by him to the narrator, told over the campfire and vouched for by gentlemen present, will give a fair idea of the life this adventurous man has passed, of his endurance in time of suffering, and desperate courage in the hour of danger.

"Look here, Will," said one of the officers as he kicked the glowing embers into a blaze, "spin us a yarn about yourself and shut up about other people." The request was unanimously approved, and one officer remarked: "Tell them about that rough spell on the Republican, for they have probably not heard it."

Will shook the last drop out of his canteen (it was only alkali water with a dash of lemon in it) and said: "I'm not much of a hand at blowing this sort of a trumpet, but if you want to hear

HOW ONE MAN STUCK TO ANOTHER,

when he was on the ragged edge, I'll tell you how George Hanson stood by me.

In the winter of 1859, and it was a winter, George and I were trapping on a branch of the Republican river. The Indians were pretty much friendly at that time, and it was too cold for them to be browsing around much anyhow, so we felt cozy as pie in a little dug-out we'd made in the side of the bluff. One day while George and I were skylarking on the ice, I fell and broke my leg, or rather, I splintered the shin bone. That sort of thing isn't the pleasantest in the world, even if you are at a post where there's a doctor to look out for you, and when it happens on the plains in mid-winter, you feel like saying your prayers.

George took it very rough, almost worse than I did, and he just hustled around me as though I was a baby. He made some splints, and set the bone as well as he could, and then he got a lot of firewood and piled it in the dug-out, laid in a supply of meat, and as much water as we had cans to hold, and then he said: "I must get you to the settlement, old boy." Our horses saw nothing for them to eat thereabouts, so had wandered away some time before. George piled our blankets and pelts together, and laid me on them; then he took a pull at his belt, picked up his rifle, and started out a foot.

To say I felt lonely wouldn't express it, but you see I knew he ought to be back in twelve days, and I just counted the hours. The twelve days passed, somehow or other, then came the thirteenth, but George didn't turn up. All the wood I could get was gone by this time, so I couldn't melt the ice or cook the meat, and had to be content with raw flesh frozen and icicles or snow. Day after day passed and still he didn't come, and I knew he was dead or had come to grief somewhere, for that sort of a man don't leave a friend in the lurch, cost what it may. I tell you, gentlemen, you can hear the wolves now if you listen, but you are used to it and don't mind them, nor did I until that time; but when my fire was gone, they'd get around that dug-out at nights, and howl like dogs over their dead master. It wasn't cheerful at the start and didn't grow more comfortable as

THE DAYS TURNED INTO WEEKS.

But you see a man hates to die like a wounded bear, so I just held on for all I knew. Twenty days and nights had passed, and I began to reckon up what I had done in this world and the time I had left to stay in it. I got through that night somehow or other, but I guess my head was a little off next day, for I seemed to hear voices all around, and didn't feel the bitter cold as I had before. All of a sudden I heard footsteps crackling on the ice outside, but couldn't call out for the life of me. It was George. He crawled slowly into the dug-out and came along side of me, where I lay with my eyes shut, for I couldn't look up at first, and when I did then--well, didn't either of us say anything for awhile.

You see he had reached the settlements all right, and started back alone with an ox team--people didn't care about traveling around much that winter. On the second day out, an awful snow storm commenced, and he struggled and blundered against it till his team wouldn't go any further. He didn't give up, however, but fought his way along whenever he could get a start out of his team, although he made up his mind at last that he'd find nothing of me but the bones; and this is how he came to be so late. He took me down to the nearest fort on the cart, and there they set the leg over again. You can see the lump on it still. No, that's a bullet wound, and that's where an arrow struck.

A TICKLISH SITUATION.

On another, but similar occasion, Will told the following story.

"We were coming back from the Mormon scrimmage, when Sidney Johnson had command, you know, and I was sort of assistant in the wagon train. I was quite a lad then. Lou. Simpson was Brigade Wagonmaster, and had charge of two trains, which traveled about 15 miles apart, and his second in command was George Woods. About noon one day Simpson, Woods, and I started from the hindmost train to overtake the one in front. Knowing there were Indians about, we kept the sharpest kind of a lookout, but didn't see anything until we got near Ash Hollow, on the North Platte, some eight miles from the train we'd left, when a band of about sixty Indians rose out of a gulch a half mile off and came for us. Simpson, who understood that sort of business, made us jump off and put our mules together, head to tail, in the shape of a triangle, and he then shot them dead in their tracks with a revolver. This made an all around breast-work, behind which we lay. Each of us had a heavy muzzle loading rifle and two Colt's revolvers, so we made it pretty warm for the reds; but it was right on the smooth prairie, and they charged up within a few yards of us, hitting Woods hard at the first fire. He couldn't do any more fighting, poor fellow, but he lay on his back and loaded while we did the shooting. The Indians didn't have any guns at that time, and they didn't charge right over people as they sometimes do nowadays, but they'd ride up within a few yards, pop off their arrows, and circle away, throwing themselves on the off side of their ponies. After keeping up this business until almost sundown, they gave it up and squatted out of range, evidently determined to starve us out, and so we had no way of getting water. They, of course, thought we were stragglers from the train they had seen pass. During that afternoon we killed twelve Indians, besides wounding a number, for they would ride up so close that we could give it to them with a revolver in each hand. In the morning they made a few charges, just enough to keep us excited, but the holding on policy is what they meant. At eleven o'clock that day the train hove in sight, and the Indians, whooping like devils, made one final charge, and left in short order. This is about the tightest scrape I ever got caught in, and it did not make me love the Indians any better, you may be sure."

[EDITORIAL COLUMNS.]

The joke is too good to keep, so we publish Mr. Libby's letter. He is the oldest subscriber we have at Maple City, and his name appears first on the list. The mailing clerk, in making up each "pack" puts a mark in phonography, for short, indicating what post office the pack goes to, so that when they are all made up and ready to be wrapped, the top paper shows the address. A few weeks ago we had to "explain" to the Wichita Eagle, and later the Oxford Independent inquired, and now comes Mr. Libby to cap the climax. ED.

Its Proposed Extension to the Pacific Ocean.

Major Wm. Burgess, for a long time agent of the Pawnees, and relieved at his own request, has gone back to his old home in Iowa. He leaves many warm friends in this locality, and we doubt if ever a better man fills the place he has so well and long filled. Coffeyville Courier.

[TAKE BILL POSEY, ALIVE OR DEAD.]

The Last Stubborn Fight and Death

Of the Terror of the Indian Territory.

Among this band Bill Posey, an escaped convict from the Texas penitentiary, was a skilled, daring, and influential leader. A Spanish-Mexican, with a claim to Indian blood in his veins, Posey has made his headquarters on Cane creek, Polecat, and Arkansas rivers, drifting back and forth as occasion required, always armed to the teeth. With a long Spanish knife and three six-shooting revolvers in his belt, and a double barrelled shot gun loaded with buckshot, he was the terror of the road.

For several years he had been a member of the gang in Texas. He had wealthy and influential friends in Limestone and other counties, who had managed to screen him until four years ago, when he was arrested, tried, and sentenced to five years in the penitentiary. He had served out twenty months of his sentence, but so turbulent had he been that he had inspired a feeling of terror even among the prison officials. Bucking, gagging, flogging, or showering failed to subdue him, and he was put in the chain gang and set to work on the streets under charge of guards.

While working one day with a twelve pound ball attached to his leg, he struck down one of the guards with a stone, snatched his gun, and "stood off" four of the guards. He called on the prison authorities, with oaths, to come out and rearrest him, and he would kill them all. Holding all the officers at bay, he slowly retreated toward some horses feeding nearby. Getting one of the horses between himself and the guard, he coolly picked up the ball, slung it over the horse, mounted and rode off to his father's house, where he secured his own gun, revolver, and a good horse, and crossed the line into the Indian Territory.

While at his temporary home on Cane creek, two Deputy United States Marshals attempted his arrest. He assented, and asked them into the house for dinner before starting for Fort Smith. With four revolvers pointed at his head, he coolly walked into the house with them, placed chairs, and ordered dinner quick for three, and made preparations for the start. Suddenly he reached under his low couch, brought out his six shooter, and sent one ball through the thigh of one of the deputies and another ball through the eye of the other. He then drove them from the house. He ordered them to throw up their hands, down their arms, and then coolly asked for the writ. This he destroyed. Then he compelled the officers to go back into the house and partake of the meal prepared for them, after which he let them go back to report their failure.

Between Muscogee and Okmulgee, Bill Posey built a block-house, surrounded himself with a set of desperadoes, and bade defiance to all the marshals of Texas or the Territory. Here for fifteen months he had been on the scout. During the day he never for a moment laid down his arms. He slept always with his belt of arms on the bed before him and the sixteen shooting Henry rifle in his hands. A fresh horse was always saddled near the door, and no man was ever permitted to approach him unless he was covered with the inevitable rifle. His reckless bravado led him, out of pure cussedness, to mingle with crowds of men, visiting stores, whenever supplies were needed, or taking a seat in church among the worshippers, armed, and taking care to keep the saints always to the front.

Recently the Governor of Texas made a requisition on the Chief of the Creek nation for Bill Posey's arrest and return to the Texas officials. Chief Ward Coachman placed the necessary papers at once in the hands of Capt. Sun thiar pee, of Utechee town, with orders to "bring in Bill Posey, alive or dead."

On Friday last the captain learned that Posey had visited Okmulgee that day and had a wounded finger amputated, and had gone toward the Arkansas river. All that night, with a posse of two picked men, the Captain followed on Posey's trail, and on Saturday evening they came up with him near Concharte town, on Polecat creek, driving some stray horses. He was well mounted, as usual, and disdained to run from three Indians. The Captain ordered him to surrender and throw up his hands.

Posey reached for his ever present rifle, but his lost finger was in the way, and before he could bring it to bear, a load of buckshot went through his right arm, breaking it above the elbow. As it dropped limp at his side, he dropped his rifle, drew his revolver with his left, and emptied two of the chambers, and then another mass of buckshot broke his left arm. Spurring his well trained horse, he charged full speed at the Captain, knocking him and his horse over the bluff to the creek below.

Posey then wheeled upon the posse, who stood their ground, firing at him with their revolvers. The orders to take him dead or alive must be obeyed. The fight was now at close quarters. Riddled with bullets and shot, the flesh torn from his hips, both arms broken, he continued to fight, trying to ride down the officers.

Capt. Sun thiar pee had again joined his posse, this time on foot. A well aimed shot from his revolver tore off Posey's nose. It seemed impossible to kill him. Still he refused to surrender. Then the last bullet from the Captain's revolver struck Posey in the chin, breaking his jaw, and went crashing up through his brain. Bill Posey fell dead from his horse.

[COMMUNICATION FROM "C. C. H." - BOLTON TOWNSHIP.]

We had the pleasure of attending a picnic in Capt. O. C. Smith's grove, on Spring creek, yesterday, the 4th. Owing to the committee being busily engaged, the grove was not very well prepared. Notwithstanding the limited preparations made and the heat in the grove, the participators in the picnic seemed to enjoy themselves finely. The programme for the day was somewhat varied on account of the band boys being unable to get over until noon. The exercises of the day commenced with prayer by Rev. McClanahan. Then came Lieut. Thos. S. Parvin, who read the Declaration of Independence, which was listened to with extraordinary patience, as Mr. Parvin is an elegant reader. Next in order was dinner, which consisted of every variety of goodies, which are too numerous to mention. After dinner we listened to a very interesting, eloquent, and patriotic discourse, delivered by Judge Christian, of Arkansas City. Then came the band boys with a recital of "The Red, White, and Blue," which seemed to cheer all present, even the "old folks." Next in order was a speech from Mr. Amos Walton, who spread the eagle in the most elegant manner, after which lemonade, ice cream, music by the band, etc., until evening, when everybody went home with a gladsome heart.

The citizens of Bolton tender their many thanks to the gentlemen, speakers, and the band for their favors. More anon.

C. C. H.

[COMMUNICATION FROM "J. O. WILKINSON" - SILVERDALE.]

Now about that halter, Arkansas river, pony, etc., I will say this. I did try to swim the river, but did not tie the halter around my neck, simply because I did not have any halter, but I tied the picket rope I had to the pony's neck, and started to swim the river; but the pony, like Mark Twain's mule, wanted to wade the stream, and because I would not let him he turned around and went back again. I wish the reptiles that report such stuff about me would all get the seven year itch, and scratch, scratch, scratch forever more.

J. O. WILKINSON.

[COMMUNICATION FROM "JUST A LOCAL" - WYOMING TERRITORY.]

I am bold to say that a man cannot come here and spend a season and go away again without being either wealthier, wiser, or better, for his sojourn.

[PERSONALS.]

The church bells chimed last Sunday.

A child of Mr. Sifford's was buried last Sunday.

After sundown a toll will be charged on the ferry.

Newman paid $1.57 cash for 86 bushels of old wheat lately.

Fifty grists of new wheat were ground at Newman's mill last week.

The work on the bridge across the Walnut is delayed for want of lime.

A number of Texans were in town yesterday selling ponies and horses, from $10 to $75.

Six hundred Ponca Indians have recently been located in the Indian Territory south of Baxter.

A few manipulators in Winfield have escrowed Cowley county out of a railroad, and gave it to Sumner.

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JULY 11, 1877.]

A 300 pound bell was ordered for the school house yesterday, to cost $125. It will be here in about a month.

FREE FERRY on the Arkansas at this place. Come and go as often as you please without it costing a cent, as long as it is daylight.

A large work horse was sold by auction for $39, last Saturday, to satisfy a mortgage given by Spencer, of Sumner county, to Jacob Beall.

ANOTHER change in the ownership of the meat market took place last week. A. W. Patterson now has charge of it, and will supply the public.

WINFIELD votes on a proposition to erect a bridge across the Walnut at the brewery, and to repair the bridge south of tht place, on the 17th inst.

NEW FIRM. HOUGHTON & McLAUGHLIN SOLD THEIR ENTIRE STOCK OF GROCERIES TO I. McLAUGHLIN YESTERDAY, WHO WILL CONTINUE BUSINESS AT THE GREEN FRONT.

MEAT. A. W. PATTERSON will deliver fresh meat at Salt City every Monday morning, and at the houses at this place every day in the week except Sunday and Monday.

JUDGE CHRISTIAN has been appointed a Justice of the Peace for Creswell township by Gov. Anthony, and James Huey a Notary Public. Both appointments were well bestowed.

At the meeting of the city council Friday night, it was decided to employ C. R. Bridges to run the ferry on the Arkansas for one month, at $1 per day. The ferry will be free to everyone during that time.

Dr. Graham is the oldest resident physician in Cowley county, and has a reputation and practice that anyone might well be proud of. He was formerly of New York City, and is a graduate of the medical college of that place.

Dr. Strong, his partner, is a graduate of the Cleveland, Ohio, Homeopathic Hospital, and a young man of more than ordinary ability.

AD: Drs. GRAHAM & STRONG, Homeopathic Physicians of Winfield, Ks., will be at the Central Avenue Hotel, Arkansas City, on Wednesday of each week, where they will be pleased to wait upon any who may need medical aid. Office hours from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m.

[WINFIELD ITEMS.]

[MORE PERSONALS: TRAVELER, JULY 11, 1877.]

The picnic in Bolton township, July 4th, was well attended by an intelligent class of people. R. A. Houghton, Herman Godehard, and E. D. Eddy had stands on the ground and dispensed the lemonade, ice cream, candy, etc. We might go into details, but as we have two communications on the subject, will let it pass.

A petition has been in circulation in Bolton township asking that an election be called to vote on a proposition to issue $2,000 in bonds, payable in two years, to complete the bridge across the Arkansas. Creswell, or Arkansas City, will be called on for $3,000, making a total of $5,000 for an iron bridge.

PARTIES IN WINFIELD are engaged in filing an injunction on the railroad bonds voted to the Kansas City, Emporia & Southern railway in Sumner. Let's see: Winfield is now manipulating Cowley, Elk, and Sumner counties against railroad interests.

R. L. WALKER, Sheriff of Cowley county, paid the TRAVELER a visit on Tuesday of this week. Dick must have good living and plenty of beer, as he is getting a regular lager beer Dutchman's "frontespiece" on him.

[ITEMS FROM THE TELEGRAM.]

Col. Nickerson, President of the A. T. & S. F. R. R., is expected down the valley this week. He comes to arrange for the extension of the Florence branch of his road into Cowley county.

Several of the papers grow witty over the fact that the editor's son was born immediately after an advertisement for a boy was inserted in the Telegram. Easy, boys, don't throw yourselves away on this. You know that two thirds of you would advertise for a boy for a solid year if you thought it would do you any good.

[HACKNEY: PARSONS, ELLSWORTH & PUGET SOUND RAILROAD.]

[BUSINESS NOTICES.]

[INDIAN HISTORY...WRITTEN FOR THE INDIAN HERALD!]

[Written for the Indian Herald.]

The Western Indian in 1806--Numbers and Names of Chiefs--Catlin, the Painter, Among the Osages--Ravages of the Small Pox.

BY DR. W. E. DOYLE.

In the chart prepared by Lieut. Montgomery Pike, U. S. A., who explored the Arkansas to the Great Rocky Mountains, and thence across to the Rio Grande, after whom Pike's Peak is named, we find the following locations of Indians of 1806.

KANSAS INDIANS.

Main village in fork of Kansas and Blue Earth rivers, numbering 1,565. Old villages were above the mouth of the Platte on the Missouri.

DELAWARES.

This tribe was located on White river, Arkansas, near where Forsythe now stands.

OSAGES.

Grand Osage village on Sac river, at the head of Osage river, in Missouri, in Big Bend, on east side, numbering 1,695; Principal Chief, Cahagatonga, White Hair; Second Chief,

Wat-cha-wa-ka.

Shen-ga-Was-sa--Beautiful Bird, became most known from being a great deal with Pike.

PETIT OSAGES.

This tribe was situated lower down on the west side of the Sac river, numbering 824; Principal Chief, Sut ta-sug-gy--The Wind; Second Chief, Watch-kes-ingar--Soldier Dog. Arkansas Osage village in forks of Vermillion (Verdigris) numbering 1,500.

PAWNEES.

Republican village on Republican Fork of Kansas, had 1,618. Chiefs Char-ac-ter-ish-White Wolf, and Is-ta kap be--Rich Man. Grand village on south side of Platte, near where Benton,

Nebraska, now is, numbering 3,120. Pawnee Loups on Loup Fork of Platte, above the forks in Nebraska, numbering 1,485.

COMANCHES.

Or Tetans, as the French called them, numbering 8,200. The names of the other Osage Chiefs are given as:

Ta-wan-ga-ha, he who drives villages.

Ic-he so hun-gar, wise family, (Son of White Hair).

Hapense Pointed Horn (first soldier).

Ona-po-ran-ga Go-ha-gat che, the Chief himself.

Wa-sa ba-gun ga, without nerve.

O-ga hawass, the Son-in-law.

Tonemancara, the heart of the town, Great Osages.

Nezuma, the rain that walks.

Tetobasi, without ear rings.

Taichem, the yellow skin deer.

Mandgraide, the big rogue, Little Osages.

The Osages warred with Pottawattamies, Arkansas, Cherokees, Chickasaws, Choctaws, Creeks, Comanches, Caddoes, etc.

The Canadian river was called on Pike's chart Nesonchebrara.

The Poteau river is called Otter river.

South Fork of Canadian is called Nesconregasca.

The Cimarron is called Nesewketonga.

The Salt Fork of the Arkansas is called Negracka river.

At the mouth of the latter it is marked "crossing place of the Osage."

A little Osage camp is also marked on the Missouri, about where Lexington now stands, and "Satasuggy camps," near the mouth of a stream (apparently Buck Creek), running into the Arkansas, in the Indian Territory.

There was a camp of Missouris near the mouth of Grand river, Missouri, and remains of Otto and Missouri villages; in one, two hundred men, nearly opposite Shell river south side of Platte, now in Nebraska.

It is said that a party of Osages were at Braddock's defeat in 1755, and had to eat their horses on their return home. In their narrations of the circumstance, given early in this

century, they said the party rendezvoused at a great waterfall. It might have been the Niagara.

I forgot to state that on Pike's chart, a Choctaw village is located opposite Arkansas Post, a Quapaw village on the Arkansas river, a short distance above; a Conshalta village on the Red river near Conshalta Shute, and old Caddo villages near where Fulton, Arkansas, Jefferson, Texas, and Shreveport, Louisiana, now stand.

[PERSONALS.]

COL. McMULLEN now owns Murdock's race horse, "Sleepy Jack."

AUNT MARY was the TRAVELER reporter on the 4th, in Bolton township.

The butt of Democracy that was left after the cutting of the pole on Benedict's corner is sprouting. It is too tender a growth, however, to endure the chill of winter.

A number of Pawnees were in town last week, selling ponies from $5 to $25 each. Some of the Indians were very thinly clad, having only a thin garmet over their shoulders.

"COONEY," Joe Sherburne's dog, accompanied him on his return trip from Maine. The young terrier has been East about a year, and gives appearance of having enjoyed the sea breeze.

[ARTICLE RE ATTEMPT BY KANSANS FOR NARROW GAUGE RAILROADS.]

We have taken some pains to ventilate this scheme, for the reason that we knew what there was back of it--nothing--and because it was misleading many honest communities who really want railroads and who must have them.

For example, the people of Cowley County, Kansas, on the representations made, defeated a connection with a road that runs to their county line from Emporia and Eldorado, and subscribed to an East and West road, where a narrow gauge will never be built, and sent delegates six hundred miles to find out just what Mr. Bain told them.

Now any man of railroad experience knows that, save the Pacific roads, built from the national treasury in time of war, no road of a thousand miles has ever been built in this country by even State aid, let alone county and individual subscriptions. The project was so wild that we did not affect to treat it gravely until we saw well meaning people deceived by it.

To build even a narrow gauge "from St. Louis to some point in Colorado," would, in cash, take $10,000,000, and as no county would subscribe except the road would pass through it, the whole would fall on some twenty-five counties, or $400,000 to a county. Or suppose half cash and half mortgage bonds, it would be $200,000 to a county.

The idea of selling county bonds, with the supreme court blockaded with suits against defaulting counties, among them nearly half the counties on the proposed line of road, the project is one of the craziest things ever undertaken by crazy men. We think, however, that it will be necessary to spend much more time in undeceiving the people as to this humbug.

Let the people address themselves to getting a way to market the best way they can, and let them hold on to their means until they see that they count. Don't credit the smooth tongued tales of anybody, and above all don't allow themselves to be frightened out of common sense, by threats to build somewhere else.

Money to a bona fide project commands the situation, and business terms will be met by men who mean business.

Kansas City Journal of Commerce.

[COLORADO NAMES TAKEN FROM SPANISH OR INDIAN NAMES.]

[COMMUNICATION FROM "ROBINSON CRUSOE" - INDIAN TERRITORY.]