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HOUSTON AND HOUSTONIANS 139
stampeded at the first flash of the knife and took the whole
tier of seats with him. In the rush they got my leg, the brobmstick
one, jammed in the seat and broke it square off. Then
they walked all over me, and I never saw a thing. When the
dust settled they found me all spraddled out on the floor. The
proprietor acted pretty square. He set 'em up two or three
times, sent me home in a hack and had a carpenter come round
early the next morning and fix my stem, and that
night I left
for El Paso. Santone was too strenuous for me."
INDIANS IN HOUSTON.
NLY the real old, old timers can remember the days when
Houston had free "wild West" shows-the days when
the Indians were here. There was a tribe living near
Houston in the early days and they used to come to town quite
often. They brought venison, bear meat and other game and
also brought skins and pelts. In 1836 there was a trading post
down near the bayou, where the residence of Mr. Horace Taylor
was located afterward, but in 1860 and for a few years later
the Indians had no particular place at which to trade. Generally
they did most of their trading with John Kennedy and Cornelius
Ennis. Mr. Kennedy got most of the trade, however, because
his whiskey was the strongest, perhaps, and then, too, old Mingo,
the chief, was a great friend of Mr. Kennedy, whom he considered
a great mnan.
Those Indians would come in town like lambs but would go
away like raging lions. They would/come in looking like a lot
of dirty vagabonds, but a few drinks of whiskey would transform
them into veritable warriors and wild west acrobats.
Their capers and antics were amusing and everybody turned out
to see them. On one occasion Mr. Ennis presented Mingo, the
chief, with a dilapidated buggy and harness. Mingo at once
hitched his war horse, a little mustang pony, to the buggy and
the pony resented the indignity, of course. There were all kinds
of antics cut up before the pony could be brought to enter into
the spirit of the game, but Mingo persevered and finally conquered.
Then he proceeded to get drunk, or, more properPr
speaking, proceeded to keep drunk, to celebrate his added glory.
He drove all over town and would not leave his buggy even to
get a drink, and he drew the line on going home and stayed two
days to celebrate. I remember those Indians well, for all my
life I have been afraid of Indians, of the tame ones as much as
the wild ones. They generally had their knives and gun with
them, and I was not alone in being afraid of them. I was talking
to ex-Mayor Lord; who is also an ex-offcer of many kinds,
the other day about those Indians, and he told me that Whif
he was city marshal, or something of that kind, some of the
Indians got drumk and one big fellow got very bad. He bad a
big bottle of whiskey. Mr. Lord said he did not Oare to tackle
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Young, Samuel Oliver. True stories of old Houston and Houstonians: historical and personal sketches / by S. O. Young., book, 1913; Galveston, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth24646/m1/139/: accessed July 24, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; .