SOW IT FEELS TO BE SCALPED.

Manawatu Times, Volume II, Issue 22, 3 January 1877, Page 3

SOW IT FEELS TO BE SCALPED.

The Fiest Man who eveb Lived to Tell all about the Sensation.

(From the " Kansas City Times.") There arrived here on Friday evening's Kansas Pacific train a party of three persons direct from Deadwood City, the new mining town m the Black HiUSi Learning that one of the party had been shot and scalped by Indians, a reporter sought them out, and from Mr A. P. .Woodward, formerly of Bos- . ton, but lately of Custer, obtained the following interestiag facts relating to a* recent massacre about seventy miles north of Fort Laramie. Mr Woodward was accompanied by T. S. Gates, of St. Louis, and Herman Ganzio, of Milwaukee, the latter wounded and suffering from a wound m the scalp. The scalp is, m fact, half gone. The poor fellow's head is cut from the centre of the forehead back to the crown. The hair has been cut away by the surgeons m charge at Fort Laramie/, but the pear-shaped patch made by the scalping knife is thus made all the more distinct. In conversation with the reporter, Granzio said, describing his mishap : — " You see we were coming down into the Valley of Hut Creek on our way to Fort Laramie, when we thought we saw Indians coming down the creek to the right. Instead of camping there we thought it safer to water our stock and I go into the hills- and make a dry camp I m the bushes: if we could not make Running Water Creek, where a large camp of freighters were reported." " I had been sent on ahead up the hill, just where the big stone hut stands, by the road, with a boy named Kountze, from Omaha, and sat down to wait for the wagons, which were slowly coming up out of the valley* When the wagon s reached us, I started on alone through the rocks and pine bushes to seek a good camp. A few hundred yards further .on I looked down a ravine to the right and saw five mounted Indians ride across the valley. I ■ started to go back to the train, when at least a dozen Indians ran at me out of the bush, and you bet I ran and hollered -for help. In a minute more "two or three of them shot at me. I felt a sharp, stinging pain m my left leg and another m my left shoulder, and I fell. Then they were upon me m a minute, and one of them put his knee on my back, while another hit me a clip with a club or a butt of a gun ; I don't know which, as I had no time to think. All I knew was I was being scalped ; my hair was being held tight. I felt a .hot, red-hot, stinging sort of pain all around the top of my head, being torn out by the roots, it was too much ; I couldn't stand it. I died— at least I thought I did. But my scalp was .saved — just as it was being torn off. .The boys at the wagons had seen, me running ; saw the Indians and came on, thirteen of them, and got up just m time to prevent the red devils finishing their work. The Indians, as well as my friends* thought I was dead. But I came to again and my scalp was laid back again. It was only half torn <off, as you will see, and is growing again nicely. ' ' •-.■..-•> . The poor fellow was taken to Fort o Laramie and received every attention, "and, as soon as he was able, started for his parents' home m Milwaukee. He is .the first white man who has felt the " Injun's" hand m his hair this year who: has lived to come home and tell ■how it feels.