When Poundmaker Defied the Mounties

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MacLean'
XxII
Magazine
May 1, 1926
When Poundmaker
Defied the Mounties
By WILLIAM BLEASDELL CAME RON
ILL"CSTRATED
BY
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Wandering Spirit raised his rifl e. T he screeching horde 0/ maddened
I ndians closed about th e thin searl et and gold line. Had S ergeantMajo?' Kirk blink ed in the pl" esen e of death, hideous tragedy
'l. ould ha· e f ollo·wed. But amazing coo ln ess saved the day .
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DMAK E R.
OST people have read of the uster Ma sacre in
Montana in 1876, when General George Custer
and his command of three or four hundred
cavalry were wiped out by the Si6ux under itting Bull.
But how many know how near to a repetition of that
ghastly sacrifice Canada came just eight years later. when
uperintendent L. N. F . Crozier, commancUng the NorthWest Mounted Police at Battleford, the capital of the
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Ofie ,on not July aay
went out wi th his troop of one hundred men to the
reserve of the Cree chief Poundmaker to make an arrest?
At the crisi which en ded the nerve-racking three days
of evasion, procrastination and talk, t he fate of that
grimly-determined handful hung by so slight a hair as the
crook of a single fing er about a carbine trigger. Hundreds
of Indians, armed, painted, defiant, their pas ion fann ed
to white heat, whooping, jeering, houting taunts and
imprecations, milled about them . In a hollow to the
left of the mounted line, the squaw and boys of the
camp, knives and axes in their hands, waited for the sh ot
t hat would mark the beginning of the slaughter- the
signal for them to swarm on to the field and play their
part by dealing with the wounded as they fell from their
horses or dropped wh ere they stood. For year afterward
the Indians referred to it as " The Time We early Fought
the Police." It is a stirring story.
Among the veterans of that old for ce who were pre ent
at the Half-Century J ubilee and Stampede in Calgary la t
Ju ly, when these pioneers were the honored guests of the
city they put on the map, was Major Fred A. Bagley, for
many years a Calgary resident but now living a still
active business life at Banff. The major has the cUstin cti on of being the youngest recruit ever taken on the roll
of the famous force. His enlistment cam e about in thi
wise:
Bagley's fath er was a retired artillery officer living in
Toronto. Fred was then thirteen. Holding clllef place
among his text-books in those days were the classic produ ctions of Professor James Fenimore ooper. Fred devoted to them many days, and night, of careful study,
and they inspired in him a burning desire to meet the
nob le r ed man at close range. A year passed . Then, one
never-to-b e-forgotten morning, Fred awoke to t he thrill of
discovery. The Canadian Government had commissi oned
Colonel George A. French to organize a body of mounted
men and lead them a thousand miles across the Great
P lans to the foot of the Ro ckie to put down the illicit
liq uor traffic being carried on by a lawl es white element.
ar med with poisonous stuff imported from Montana, a
poison which was demoralizing the savages. D esti ny,
Fred plainly saw, was beckoning. H e decided to go.
Colonel Fren ch smiled at the boy who presented himself
an hour later with a demand that he be taken on his force.
" What's your name, youngster?" he asked .
Fred told him. The colonel's eyps lighted .
" What's your father 's name?"
F red told him .
."H-m. This needs looking into ." The colonel pondered.
" I know yo ur father. WeweretogetherintheWestIndie ." Bear's band of nomads, whi ch was roving in the district.
Kahweechetway mot went off, but we was back in no
That olonel French knew his father cUd not please
F red at all . His disgust grew when he learned that the ti me. With two aides. One was his particular crony,
colonel intended calling on Bagley Senior . What had his Little Horse. - The other was a well-seasoned hi ckory axefather t o do with it, anyway? Wasn't he a grown-up man ? helve.
With the e reinfor cem nt , Kahweechetwaymot had
Wa n't he fourteen? Bagley Senior was qui te in t he dark
regarding his small son's soldierl y aspirations. It was not no difficulty in obtaining all the provisions he required,
unlikely, Fred thought, that his father migh t prej udi ce which was considerably more than he would have been
atisfi ed with in the first place. Craig arrived at the
his case with olonel French . Which, of course, was
poli ce barracks in Battleford some hours later. H e was
exactly what he cUd.
But was Fred discouraged? If you think so, you don't sore from the top down , inside and out, and gave K ahknow Fred. Fred went. As a trump ter wi th olonel weechetwaymot a very bad name. Superintendent rozFrench on that arduous thou and-mile plunge in t o the ier sent Corporal Sleigh with a couple of men out to
unknown- a boy of fourte en, t he youngest man ever to Poundmaker's to bring in K ahweechetwaymot, 0 that he
enlist or be accepted on the force which wa to make might explain to him that the Great Mother felt mu ch
history fo r Canada and become famou . A compromi e grieved because of his cour e in instituting a self-administered code of reward and punishments .
had been eff cted. Fred 's ardor and persist nce had won
the day . In the end,
The Indians were
Bagley enior had
holding their annual
aid:
"Oh, well,
Thirst Dance on
take him . I'll have
Little Pine'sreser~e.
no peace if he stays.
making brav es.
They were there in
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ave earn eCl
~s,many
thing. H is interest
distant points. It
in red kins and bufwas a big fete . Kahfalo will be away
weechetwaymot wa
below par long betaking a prominent
fore that.
'll be
part. His prestige
glad to come hom ."
was high . On the
o Fred we t, with
trength of his rehis father's cons nt
cent dis ciplining of a
- for ix month . It
white farming in\Va fourteen year
structor, he wa by
befor e F red again
way of being resaw the Ea t. And
garded with admirain the meantim e he
tion by the young
had not only learned
men at the dan ce a
something, but h
a sampl e of the real
thing in brave .
had s en
everal
Kahwee chetwa y thing
as
well.
mot
would
no
Among th m the
come.
He told
affair at
oundleigh .
In fact,
maker's.
backed by public
K ah weechetway opmlOn in the form
mot wen to 'ohn
of the as embled
raig, farm instructribe men, he m ani tor on the reserve
fe ted can iderabl e
of Chiefs PoundHow,
annoyance.
maker a nd Little
he wanted to know,
Pine, and asked fo r
was it that a policeprovision for a ick
man had the nerve
child . The governto come to him with
m ent furnished upsuch a request?
plies to be i u d
" Go back," said
when the need was
he to Sleigh, "and
evident to ick and
tell the Big Poli ce
destitute Indians,
Chief what I said."
b ut
Kahweech t leigh sent a man
waymot didn't get
to town to report,
any.
Hardly urand Crozier realized
pri ing to anyon
t hat the situation
knowing raig and
wa one demanding
the Indian. The on e
the personal attenwas a phlegm atic
t ion of the Big
easterner; the other
Police Chief. It was
a pe tiferous and
beneath the dignity
not particularly inof Poundmaker and
telligent avage. Anyway, Craig was doubtle followin6 his fellow chiefs, he opined , at such a time to discu s
instruction though some of t he more politic of the matters of any mom ent with his suborcUnates.
government's agents were wise enough on occasion to
o at an early hour next day, Crozier appeared at
forget them . Kahweechetwayrnot, however, cUd not be- Poundmaker's with twenty-five men- of whom Bagley,
long on the Battle River reservps. H e was one of Big then a sergeant, was one. They brought with them an
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Indian, met on the trail, who appeared entirely too ingenuous, to be at large. Once they were safely in camp on the
reserve, he was liherated. P_s a matter of fact he was a
spy, sent out by Poundmaker to learn what the police
were doing, as Crozier had guessed.
The tents up, Crozier took the police halfbreed interp reter, Louis Laronde, and one or two troopers, and went
to the Thirst Dance camp three miles away, asking to
know why Poundmaker and tbe other chiefs had refused
to deliver up to his men their unruly follower who had
offended the Great White Mother by smiting one of her
servants with an axe-helve.
Poundmaker temporized. He was a most stately,
dignified and deliberate as well as politic personage, with
a high though not ostentatious conception of his importance and station in life and what was due to it and to
him. He told the police chief not to be hasty. The sun
would not go out; it was still high. Better that matters of
this sort be dealt with in calm discussion .
o all day long, while the big drum boomed and
ambitious young braves, skewered through loo ps cut in
their chests to rawhide thongs reaching to the top of the
big centre-pol e of the Thir t Dance lodge, flung themselves frenziedly backward in efforts to break their
fleshly honds and prove worthy to he counted warriors,
and while other young men capered round a-ho rseback,
singing and shouting war-cries to show that they were not
troubled in the least by the presence of the ig Police
Okemow and his men, Foundmaker and his brother
chiefs · gravely discussed the offence and the offender,
while the police ch ief, dropping the prefix, si mply cussed
- in English and not too loudly. The outcome of the
deliberations was a compromi e, the chiefs agreeing that
at about noon next day they would prod uce K ahweechetway mot for trial provid d court were held not at
Battleford hut at a plateau some four hundred yards
from the position in which the police had made their camp .
The selection of this site was a manoeuvre engin eered by
the police officer to bring the negotiations under the gun
of the improvised fort he intended throwing up.
Ca ll for Rein forceme nt
G the parley . Crozier dispatched a courier
F toOLLOWIN
Battleford, 35 miles away, with instructions to
Inspector Antrobus to come to Poundmaker's with speed
and all availahle men remaining in barracks. A little
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The Indians were watching him. When opposite the
ca mp, a hundred young bucks, mounted and singing,
burst suddenly upon him, cir cling the wagons and firing
their guns over the heads of the little force . The idea
of the police marching off with the provi ions dl not
please them . Doubtless they had had these in mind
themselves. The position was an un comfortable 0 e, ut
the police ignored the warlike d monstration t aged for
their benefit and marched on.
~ At dusk they reached the ca mp at Foundmaker's with
their loads . Here were some old log buildings. The men
were tired, tbe night was suffocating, the mosquitoes a
plague and the commissary had fallen down on its jobthey would have had little to eat b ut for the wagonsbut there was to be no rest for the little com pany. Crozier
ordered all buildings but one to be torn down. Of the
logs so obtained he directed the construction of two rough
bastions, abutting on the r maining building. The night
dragged, but toward morning the job was finished, the
sack of bacon and flour had been piled in tiers behind
the log walls to serve as hreastworks, and the weary
men stretched them elves on the gr und for a few
minutes'sleep. The completed fort was in this form:
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LOA" B u ilding
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Bas tio n
WILLIAM McKAY.
later rozier and his force departed for the government
warehouses on Little Pine's reserve, adjoining Poundmaker's ix or even miles to the we t.
These warehou es contained all the stores, bacon
and flour chiefly, on the two reserves. Crozier was
decidedly against the e tores falling by any chance into
the hands of the Indians in their present mood . With
four loaded ox-team h started back to his camp at
Pound maker' .
The Thirst Dance Camp straddled the trail , part of the
four or five hundred lodge being pitched on either side of
it. To avoid the Indians, Crozier detoured t o the north
of the trail with the wagon .
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A deep slough behind the fort afforded protection from
that quarter.
Inspector Antrob us and Sergeant-Major Kirk, with
the reinforcements totalling some sixty men, among the m
a number of Battleford civilians, reached Poundmaker's
about eleven 0' clock next morning, and shortly after noon
Poundmaker and his fellow chiefs arrived at the plateau
in accordance with their agreement. Crozier assigned ten
men to each of the bastions. Leaving the others to
await orders, covered by the twenty rifles and taking
with him the police halfbreed interpreter, Louis Laronde,
Constable Campbell Young and another man, he went
out to meet the chiefs and try Kzahweech twaymot.
Con ti n ued on page 63
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W h e n P o und mak er Defi e d the Mo u n ti es
Continued from page fJl
Just a month previous the Crees had
held a hegging dan ce in the town of
Battleford.
Poundmaker, wearing a
breech clout and a vest studded with brass
nails, his long legs streaked with white
mud , on his head a small cap formed from
the dried skin of a bird, was there. Big
Bear was there, mounted on a white
horse, a rusty black coat on his back and
a battered black soft felt hat on his head .
The old chief rode up and down hefore the
stores, proclaiming loudly to the world
at large that it was "good" here, at Battle
Ri ver; that it was not " hard" here, when
the traders brought out sacks of flour,
sides of bacon, packages of tea and sugar
and thick plugs of tobacco and piled the
gifts on the ground beside the dancing
warriors.
Inspector Antrobus came pa~t, riding a
tall police horse. Imasees and Okemow
Peeaysis, sons of Big Bear, bursting
suddenly out of the crowd of dancers,
galloped furiously across the prairie
directly at the inspector. They carried
in their hands folded umbrellas.
As
they reached Antrobus they jerked their
horse to a dead halt and the umbrellas
flashed wide open . Th e police horse
swerved violently, the officer's pith
helmet rose in the air and sailed away
over the grass, while the big horse with
a startled snort fled wildly for the
barracks.
The Indians, looking on, grinned delightedly. Evidently they regarded the
incident as a corking good joke. The
inspector, on the contrary, could not see
anything at all humorous in it.
The Tens ion T ighten
later the dan ce was over
A NandHOUR
the Indians had gone to their
camp on the hill south of the Battle River,
when Antrobus, accompanied by William
McKay, manager for the H udson's Bay
Company at Battlrford, appeared among
t he lodges asking for the head chief.
Poundmaker indi cat ed Big Bear.
The inspector was furiously angry;
he trembled with rage.
0 say,
e sa e
- ~1 have not muc
gruffly, " and my message is for the head
chief alone. Let no one else speak." He
turned to Big Bear. " What are you doing
here? You have no business in town .
nless you are packed and on the trail
back to yow· reserves in half an hour, I
will put your cbiefs under arrest and lock
you up."
Amazement for the moment held the
Indians; then Poundmaker, his dark fa ce
flushing, jumped to his feet.
"ThE're will be a bullet here, " he declared in a ringing voice, a hand on his
throat, "before you arrest one of us!
When we are ready we will leave; not
sooner."
An old man got up. " H e says no one
must speak but Big Bear!" he cried.
" Well, I am speaking. Let him stop me!
Look at him," he went on, pointing at
the officer's legs. Their unsoldierly shaking must have been extremely mortifying
to Antrobus, but be couldn't stop it.
Anger exacts its price. "And he tells us
this!"
He snorted contemptuously.
"Wus/"
,
The Indians looked and once more they
laughed at the inspector. Antrobus was
beside himself; he could not trust his
t ongue to further words. He climbed into
his buckboard and clattered off.
Two bours passed. The Cree camp was
till on the hill south of the Battle, but no
arrest had been made.
When Crozier went out to meet the
chiefs, he found there was still some
difficulty about K ahweechetwaymot's
trial. The Indian, backed by the young
men, declined to give himself up. They
were all wild, said Poundmaker, and it
was hard to do anything with them . At
another time it might be done, but,
Poundmaker pointed out, their pride
revol ted against a surrender in t he fa ce of
such a great gathering of their people,
man y from distant reserves. So the unending talk went on . The police seemed
to be getting nowhere. The prestige of the
scarlet-coated upholders of the law was
at stake. If they gave way it would be
many a day before it could be completely
regained . The last wo uld never be heard
of it. Si long as an Indian present remained alive he would boast amid the
acclaim of his listeners about the campfire
at night of the time they bluffed the
police.
Crozier's patience was exhausted . H e
quitted the council abruptly and returned
to the fort.
William McKay had arrived from
Battleford about noon . The McKays had
been Hudson's Bay Company officers for
generations. They had been given by
the Indians the family name of Little
Bear. They were known to every Indian
along the Saskatchewan. A Little Bear
to these Indians was a man to be trusted .
The McKays possessed their confidence.
Poundmaker rose. "I am going to the
fort," he said . "If I can prevent it there
will be no bloodshed. Since this man will
not give himself up I will offer to take his
place."
Big Bear ran after Poundmaker .
" N'chawamis," he cried, "you will not be
left to face the danger alone. If Poundmaker goes, Big Bear goes with him !"
Together the chiefs entered the fort,
but came out a moment later. Crozier
would not accept a substitute, they told
McKay; he would take only K ahweechetwaymot. The three seated themselves on
the grass before the fo rt, to moke and try
to find a way out of the difficulty. Crozier
sent a messenger to McKay, asking him
to detain the chiefs. The Hudson's Bay
Company man was not plea ed. He said
to the courier:
" T ell Major Crozier for me that I'm no
policeman . If he wants the chiefs, let him
hold them himself."
Big Bear wa taki ng little part in the
discussion . He watched the fort. uddenly
he exclaimed: " omething is going to
happen. Look!"
McKay glanced up . The police had
emerged. They were buckling on their
sidearms and saddling their horses.
Poundmaker ro e hurriedly.
" If there is to be trouble, my place is
with my men," he declared, and followed
by Big Bear he ran back up the slope.
Some of the minor chiefs, peaceably disposed and appalled by the impending
explosion, rod e among the mob, waving
green branches, imploring the aggressors
to be reasonable, to consider before it was
too late. Their example had some effect;
the storm sank to a murmurous undercurrent. But in a moment it rose again,
more violently than ever. The hostiles
surged round, jeering, whooping, raising
their guns threateningly, goading the
police with taunts and epithets.
Wandering Spirit, war chief of Big
Bear's band, who in the war-dances
cou nted thirteen Blackfoot scalps, rushed
out and seized McKay by the wrist,
endeavoring to drag him over to the
Indians' side.
"C ome!" he urged frenzi edly. " You are
crazy. You will be killed!"
McKay pulled away.
On the Verge of T ragedy
T ITTLE PI E , amiable and friendly alL ways, sitting his horse, addressed the
mob . They were wrong, he told his
people, t o defy the police. He was a
notable chief, a warrior as well as an
orator of parts, and he spoke for cibly and
at some length . But they heard him with
impatience. They had reached the stage
where pacific words were almost an
offence. Little Pine died shortly after
t he trouble. Rumor had it that poison
was respon ible; that he paid with his life
for the stand he took t hat day in opposing
the more turbulent among the bands.
ergpant-Major Kirk sat like a statue
on his horse in front of the line, gazing
stonily ahead. At his horse's muzzle stood
Wandering pirit, muscles tense, dark
eyes agleam, thin lips working, his lean
claw-like hands gripping a Winchester.
When the din wa at its peak Bagley saw
the Indian train and lift as though
struggling under ome ponderous weight.
The rifle came up. Bagley held his
breath.
" ow it'
oming.
ow old John's
The ca rlet Li ne d va n ces
going to get it!"
The words said themselve over and
HE police advanced slowly, the sun
-nashing on their po lshed carbines, over in t he sergeant's mind.
their scarlet coats aglow. They lined up
The blood-Iu t burned in the war
before the Indian, a oldierly and formid- chief's eye
dull red pool glowing
ab le-looking company. Thai they would murkily in their ultry sockets. The
give a good account of them elves could
econd pa ed . Wbat wa restraining
not be doubted.
him?
The sullen tide beating against the
ergeant Bagley had b en a igned to
one of the bastions. He glanced over and tough barrier that had so far contained it
saw left in the corral! a sinl!"le hors
his - the coun el of leader able and tried
accustomed to being deferred t
m ight
trooper, '" ndsome' rry.'i',
any moment burst through . The
" I 'm t urning the command over to at
of a finger, red or white, against
you," he said to thp corporal beside him, pressure
trigger and a flood would de cend that
and disregarding orders he slipped over to awould
that sunlit lope in waves of
the corral, moun ter! and joined the line crimsonsweep
death. It wa as if the war chief
out in front.
were stretched on a rack of conflicti ng
Crozier confron t ed the tall chief, to emotions- the hunger to kill that wa bis
whom the Indians were looking a their con uming pa ion and a foreboding that
spokesman.
At th e officer's r qu t
made him pause. hould he be the one?
McKay acted as interpreter.
Dare he take upon himself that sinister
" Pound maker," he an nounced, "I came r pon ibili y? Did he e confronting
out for this man and I am going to take him the vision of a r!ay of r ckoning omehim ."
time to come, a day wh n th white man
The Indian thru t out hi long face. would exa t th ultima price?
His black eyes kindled, passion hook hi m
The old police warrior never flicked an
and Bagley, watching, saw him, seemingly eyelash
. And when the lull came the
unconsciou of what he did, strike at hi
e wa lowered again. Bagley br athed
right leg with the sharp points of the knife rifl
once more. Then came the ren wed upblades in his pukamakin . Blood welled roar
and again the menacing rin lifted.
out and flowed down the legging. His
M iserable Man rode round behind Kirk.
cloak of friendliness, if it was a cloak, fell
away and he stood revealed, a ho tile " I will fight with the police." he declared
loudl y. But he had no intention of fightamQng the hostiles.
"He won't be given up!" he declared ing on the side of the police. Miserable
vehemently, stamping his foot. "You say Man was a ~ embler. H is purpo e wa
you are going to take him?" He lifted a to make ure that, between him U and
tapering forefinger and tapped his chest. Wandering Spirit, the ergeant-major
should not escape. To take the scalp of an
" Take me first- if you dare!"
Antrobus stood near. He glanced at the officer would be greater glory than to tuck
chief and passed a slighting remark. It under his belt that of an ordinary Dolicewas not understood by Poundmaker but man .
An Indian rode over to the depression
he recognized its import. He wa infuriated.
He lost for the moment his on the left of the police line. " Keep
accustomed re traint. Raising his puka- quiet, there!" Bagley heard him ay. And
makin he rush ed upon Antrobus. The it came to the ergeant then that all along
three knife-blades in the end glittered he had been conscious of a droning murmur of women's and youthful voices and
above the officer's head.
he sensed the grim menace that lurked in
" Redcoat dog! " he hissed.
But Con table Prior poked his carbine the wooded hollow.
in the tall chief's face and the deadly
The clamor fell and rose once more, and
pukamakin dropp ed slowly to his side.
once more the threatening rifle of the war
Suspense gripped the Indians. A tense chief came up. But again it came down
silence had fall en. ow the rea tion came.
unfired. Why, is an eternal riddle. Less
The excitement rose to an uproar .
than a year later, on the 2nd of April,
"Plenty blood will be spilled on the 1 5, in the midst of a dispute designedly
banks of the Cut Knife to-day!" shouted provoked with Tom Quinn, be had sudImasees.
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shot that began the Frog Lake Massacre
and stretched the Indian agent dead at
his feet . And sixteen months after he had
threatened Kirk, I stood before a scaffold
inside the barrack-square at Battleford
and saw him hanging by the neck beneath
it with Miserable Man swinging alongside. Also, earlier in that same year the~e
same Indians, with Poundmaker at the~r
head, were at open war, almost on t.hlS
identical spot, with forces of the Canadian
Govern ment.
Crozier turned to Laronde. " Which is
him- the man we want?" he asked .
A tall Indian, a sneer on his evil face,
Cree words of contempt on his lips, dan ced
and cavorted in the van of the mob. The
interpreter pointed :
.
" That's him ." And as the Indian,
noticing, dived suddenly among th,~
others he added:- "There he goes!
Mck.ay called to him and the Indian
came out. aid the Hudson's Bay ompany officer :
"Tell the police okemow you will
surrender. You will get a fair trial and
may be punished, but you will not be
hanged . If trouble starts, the police will
not be the only ones to suffer. Many of
you will die also. Do you want to ee that?
Give yourself up . Be a man!"
" I won't! " responded Kahweechetwaymot urlily.
Twin Wolverine, Big Bear' eldest on,
pushed hi horse into the police line
beside onstable ampbell Young. "I
am going to fight against you!" . he
hou ted to hi fellow tribe men .
nlIke
Mi erable Man, the Twin Wolverine
meant what he said.
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" Think we d better do it now?" queried
the officer.
"Yes. There has been too mu ch talk
already. The longer it is put of[, the
greater tbe danger."
rozier gave the command: " The two
men afoot on the right, fall out and grab
that fellow! "
Kahweechetwaymot wheeled to run .
" ab him! ' McKay prompted Laronde.
The in.ternr te.r eized Kahweechetwayot. The wo policemen followed. Before
the Indian knew what wa happ ning
on tabl
arren Kerr- (" ligo" to the
forc )- had Kahweechetwaymot by the
long plaits of his black hair and had
landed him, with a swing that had nothing
gentle about it, among the policemen on
foot. They clo ed about the prisoner
and his captors. The horsemen quickly
encircled the m and the whole body began
to move off, the men in the rear facing
backward with carbines ready for instant
action .
McKay paced evenly up and down
between the two rows of levelled rifles.
Bedlam broke 100 e. The Indians went
wild. "hoot them, shoot the redcoat
dogs!' they howled. ' by do we wait?
ow was when we agreed upon- the time
we were to wipe out the ch lIwtinusukl"
But the cooler men among the redskins
frantically fough the outcrie of the
hothead .
"
0, no! Be careful!
ait! Let the
redcoats shoot firs t."
nd, referring to
McKay, walking coolly up and down
between the oppo ed for ce' " hame!
Would yo u kill a Little Bear? '
They brushed past the Hudson's Bay
official and charged the retreatin~ ranks,
jostling the men , natching at their clothing, stabbing their hor e with the points
of their knives, hoping to tam pede them .
One man, cut off from the others, was
stripped, his t unic and idearm for cibly
appropriated .
Poundmaker
himself
wrested away his carbine.
But the horses, like their rider , held
firm . And no Indian fired . either did a
Because the police, dispoliceman .
ciplined and obedient to ordl!rs, could not
and would not, no matter under how
aggravated provocation, be first to breach
the peace. But if, even by accident under
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Maddened over the successful coup of
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the poplar bluffs. That he, a halfbreed,
with their own blood in his veins, should
have aided the enemy- especially that he
should have pointed out to the police
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waymot- incensed them above anything bang rna mout', shut me up . Dey say:
'Y ou goin' die, you dog!' An' at las' I
else. Laronde's chances of continuing to
t'ink I am, sure, an ' I try t'ink of li'll
live se med exceedingly slim.
The police flung their horse against prayer rna mudder he's teach me w'en I ' m
the ring of passion-distorted fa ces and at kid. But, boy- well, w'at you t'ink? I'm
length pushed through and reached the damn' if I can remember dat so-good li'll'
prayer!"
fort. The Indian crowded them, with
Poor Louis Laronde! Another good man
jeers and epithets, to the walls. Kahweechetwaymot was shoved through an long since gone over the Divide. I hope he
open ing into the waiting hands of the succeeded in remembering t he so-good
men inside, and the police follow ed . The little prayer his mother taught him before
Indian tormed about outside.
his laughing, careless lips were ealed
McKay drew Major Crozier aside and forever in this world . .
Before the police left, McKay hunted
spoke tb bim in an undertone.
"Throw out the bacon and the flour! "
up Pound maker. "Yo u must surrender
The men doubted whether they had the rifle you took from the policeman," he
hea rd aright. Pull down their defences,
told bim.
"I will not!" declared tbe chief wraththeir breastworks? He could not mean it!
fully. "He wa going to u e it against us."
"'Throw out the bacon and flour! "
There could be no doub t about the
"You must not look at this thing in that
way. ee here." McKay talked patiently
command this time. " Look alive, men!"
the commandant added .
to the handsome redman as he might have
The heavy sacks went over.
done had he been explaining orne
puzzling matter to a mall child . " The
Food Silences Cia mor
gun did not belong to the policeman . It
HE effect was magical. The angry does not belong to the police at all. It
clamor died. The camp was a huge belongs to the Queen ."
Poundmaker pondered this.
Three
one, its food supply limited . The Indians
were hungry. In the surpri e of sudden years before he had guided the Marquis
abundance they forgot their quarrel with of Lorne, Governor General of anada,
the redcoats. They pounced upon the three hundred miles across the plains from
sacks, each struggling to secure a share . Battleford to the Blackfoot Crossing.
Pound maker was an unusual Indian .
before he was too late. The women and
boys came from their place of concealment He was the typical chief as one has been
and joined their men in the raid. They accustomed to picture him from the literature of one's yo uth- tall, dignified, deliberlugged the stuff off through the bluffs to
their lodges. The suggestion had been ate in peech and manner, his striking
McKay's, and his strategy was a winner. fa ce framed in a etting of raven-black
He knew Indian character. But he was
hair hanging in two immense plaits far
satisfied that to Crozier went the credit.
below his waist, and possessing a certain
The men stood regarding their chief officer native air of courtlines and distinction
that impre ed all who met him .
0
admiringly. Some commander, " Paddy!"
That's what they affectionately caUed
wonder that he had intere ted Lord
him .
Lorne or that the marq uis had made
much of the stately redman . P er hap
And while the Indians, unheeding,
rought over the spoil, the poli ce bundled
that was why Po undmaker held the
Governor General in so me respect . He did
a most subdued and crestfallen brave into
a wagon and in half an hour were on theiT
not wish to displease t he noble lord's
road with him to Battleford.
mother-in-law, the Queen . 0 in the nd
After all an Indian, take him by and the gun wa urrendered .
large, is no.thing but a grown-up chi ld.
Half a dozen of us, civilian , were on
Laronde turned up a they were leav- our way from Battleford to Poundmaker'
ing.
Again McKay had intervened. reserve. The parley out there had lasted
"Let him go!" he aid to the Indians. for three days. We had heard in Battle" Don't blame him. He's paid to do this ford th ituation wa critical. The addition
work. Tbat's how he makes his living. of a few rifle might b acc ptable to the
: :-~ v ol ";/ant:l prisc::ler, wb-y-don't-yeu ake
oli
hi f,
though - T a t moon
the police okemow?"
wa intensely hot. We had off- addled
McKay knew that be was afe in makhalf way out to breathe our laboring
ing what at thi tage wa a perfectly hors and njoy the poplared hade and
impractical sugg stion . Larond later clear cold water of
ledicine Drum
aid to Bagley:
re k. A hor emlln hove in ight, coming
"Boy, da's de closes' shave I'm never from the direction of Poundmak r' .
have rna life! Do e Injun dey're boun' to
"The fun's all over bo " h told us.
killed me . I'm never talk an' beg so hard
" They're on their way in with their man .
befor e. Mais, I t 'ink it's be no good. Dey You might as well go home."
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Brain Work Made Her a Golf Chalnpion
Continued from page 2
leeves of her light coat fell below her
wrists. She rolled them up but they
slipped again and again . Then her rubber
soles failed to grip the drenched t ur f and
he found tbat, literally, she had not
'a leg to stand on ." She sent to the clubhouse for hob-nailed shoes but meanwhile
the match proceeded and she lost the next
three holes, taking a terrible eight on the
fiftee nth . Halves on the last two left
.vriss Collett one up.
" I wa ted an opportunity I may never
get again," declared Miss MacKenzie,
"and I wast ed it through carele sness. I
too k chan ces with the elements I had no
right to take. I learned my lesson, however- a severe on
and I will never play
unprepared again ."
AN artist suddenly plunges hi fist
I Fthrough
his masterpiece becau e he i
unable to get exactly the right finishing
to uch to please him, we stand back in
awestruck admiration of the temperament which caused the drastic act ; if a
musician bursts into tears and refuses to
sing or play because her feelings have been
hurt, she is forgiven because we expect
and appreciate temperament in art. But
if a golfer suddenly kicks his ball off the
tee, snaps his cl ub across his knee and
refuses to play because he is unable to
achieve exactly the cut he wants or because his opponent has hurt his feelings,
we gasp in horror at the display of poor
sportsmanship and there would be no forgiveness, for temperament in golf is neither
expected nor tolerated . Yet we have it on
authority of an ada's feminine champion
that temperament plays a bigger part in
golf than alma t any other factor . It is the
high- trung nerve, the mental ensitivene ,the moral courag of tempera ment
that make for good golf.
"Are you nervou ?" a ked one of her
friend once a he went from the club
house to face a tiff match .
" ot the I ast little bit in he world,"
she replied dully.
'Why, bow perfectly wonderful."
" Wonderful!" exclaim d Mi
1a<:Fenzie. "Heart-breaking! I mean I
When this
shall play my wor t golf.'
champion is so nervous, so excited that
she cannot take a ball from the cub
steadily, she play her be t game.
hen
she is unable to key her elI up, when she
is without enthusiasm, he is off her ga me.
Pick a day when the champion is particularly temperamental and perhap you
can beat her! Yet Mis MacKenzi doe
not like to call it temperament- rather
she terms it " under-e timation of an
opponent." The thing he admires most
about Ceci l Leitch is the latter's ability
never to underestimate another player.
Just how much one is dependent upon
oneselI in the one-man game of golI is
emphasized by a little incident which
occurred when Miss MacKenzie was
playing in the British open championship at Turnbury, cotland.
It wa
a very windy day and she was about to
play her last hole. Walking up to her ball
she decided that it was a mashie shot hut
as she neared it her caddy, a keen lad who
had been with her throughout the whole
tournament and who knew her game,
pulled her jigger haii way out of the
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