The Border and the Buffalo: An Untold Story of the Southwest Plains: The Bloody Border of Missouri and Kansas. The Story of the Slaughter of the Buffalo. Westward among the Big Game and Wild Tribes. A Story of Mountain and PlainCook, John R.
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The Border and the Buffalo: An Untold Story of the Southwest Plains: The Bloody Border of Missouri and Kansas. The Story of the Slaughter of the Buffalo. Westward among the Big Game and Wild Tribes. A Story of Mountain and Plain
Cook, John R.
American bison hunting -- Southwest, New -- History -- 19th century; Cook, John R., 1844-1917; Frontier and pioneer life -- Kansas; Frontier and pioneer life -- Southwest, New; Indians of North America -- Wars -- 1866-1895; Kansas -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865; Pioneers -- Kansas -- Biography;
Unintentionally, in the killing of the Odens, young Powell was shot
through the bowels. He then swam the Verdigris river and escaped
them, as he thought, at the time. He did not know that they held him
blameless for his part in the Oden affair; but the mob, if such it
could be called, had heard from his mother his own story to her of the
killing of Parker, which was cold-blooded and cruel; also, the threat
that if he did not tell the story of the killing as they told him to,
they would kill him too. They told him that his mother was a poor
woman who could not well spare him. Young Powell was possessed of very
ordinary intellect, neither self-assertive nor self-reliant, and just
such a subject as Tom Oden's magnetism could control.
Some of the party that came out from Chetopa, not knowing the Odens or
Powell personally, fired on Powell as he started to run, when they came
up to where he and Bill Oden happened to be as they were together at
the time. But as soon as the mistake was noticed he was allowed to get
away and the same party rendered him valuable assistance afterward.
I met young Powell in Chetopa, early in 1870. He told me that, as they
were walking over the prairie toward home the next day after the trial,
Tom Oden told him he had tried to drown Phelps the night he tilted the
boat, but as Phelps had not come forward and testified against him it
was just as well that he was not in the Verdigris river for fish-bait.
The following year, Montgomery county was organized, and her legal
machinery was set and ready to grind.
That summer, a man by the name of Sam Heaton dropped into our
neighborhood; went just over the line and took up a claim that the
present site of Cherryvale is on. Leaving his wife, household goods and
some lumber on the claim, Heaton, with four yoke of oxen and a large
wagon, started to a saw-mill near Humboldt, about four days' journey,
for more lumber. During his absence the covetous eye of a man named
Soaper fell on the claim, and he ordered Mrs. Heaton to move off the
land, stating to her that he was the first settler on it, and that his
building material was on the ground near the southwest corner. Mrs. H.
did not move.
The next day Soaper and a party of several men came and moved
everything they had there at the time, except the tent she was in and
what it contained, including herself, just over the line onto the next
claim north. Mrs. Heaton stood in the door of her tent with a Smith &
Wesson revolver in her hand, and refused to budge.
The men rode away, telling her they would be back in the morning and
move _her_.
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