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140 TRUE STORIES OF OLD
a drunken Indian because he did not know anything about Indians,
and he did not care to have any of his men tackle them
either. Still he recognized the fact that the Indian had to be
arrested and locked up. Finally he hit on a plan. He had one
of his friends grab the bottle of whiskey and run into the old
calaboose with it. He knew the Indian would follow the whiskey.
The plan worked all right. The Indian ran into the lockup
and the decoy duck slipped out and then Mr. Lord locked the
There was another tribe further up on the San Jacinto who
used to come to Houston also. I can remember a gang of them
bringing a big bufalo which they had captured or stolen somewhere,
and hauling it about market square. Perhaps it would
be more truthful to say that the buffalo hauled the Indians about
the square, for that is what it did. They had two hair lariats
around his horns and guided him when he was not guiding them.
I don't know what they ever did with the buffalo, for all I can
remember is seeing the fun.
Now, one would suppose that having a lot of drunken Indians
about would be a great nuisance, and I suppose it was at times,
but as a rule they were a source of much fun and amusement.
It is really a pity that "high life" was unknown at that time, for
its possibilities for extracting strenuous action from those Indian
ponies would have been most welcome by the fun makers. As
it was, turpentine had to do duty, and many a drunken Indian
found his horse prepared to share his wildness and activity when
he staggered out of a saloon or a back room of a grocery, all
through the kind attention of some unknown gentlemen who had
invested their money in turpentine to help the play along. Fortunately
there was only soft mud for the Indians to fall on, so
no damage was ever done. The Indians died off rapidly and
finally a few survivors were moved to the Indian Territory, north
of Red River.
The old chief Mingo was really an Indian gentleman. He
would get drunk, of course, just as any and every other Indian
will, but that was his only fault. He spoke rather good English
and was liked by the citizens of Houston with whom he came in
contact. I think he died before his tribe moved away, but I am
A WAR STORY.
I HAVE no patience with the latter day heroes. A telegraph
operator is on a sinking boat that he can't leave, much as
he would like to do so. He sends a wireless message,
secures aid and is proclaimed a hero and given a reception on
his arrival in New-York. An engineer discovers a burning bridge
in front of his train. He reverses his engine, puts on the airbrakes
and rides to his death and is proclaimed a hero. Now
the case of the telegraph operator is too ridiculous and absurd
to discuss at all, while the engineer is scarcely better. When
he had reversed his engine and applied his air-brakes he had
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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/m1/140/: accessed July 25, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; .