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Show INDIAN DEPREDATIONS 127 knob on the corner of the house, cocking it and said, " Now see me make that Indian jump ten feet in the air." I told him not to shoot as that would cause trouble. He answered, * ' No one will ever know it. ' ' Believing that he intended to shoot I pushed the gun off the knob. Before the Indian came up, Peters had set his gun against the house ; it was a large new rifle. The Indian took hold of the gun to look at it, but Peters took the gun from the Indian saying, " You let that be. ' ' The Indian answered * i You mad. ' ' Peters said, " Yes, I am mad." The Indian said: " Hombo ( what) make you mad." and shoved his finger around on his body, saying " You bullets no pass." Lyman Peters took a handful of large bullets from his pock-et and, showing them to the Indian, said, " Don't you think they will pass." The Indian started off, look-ing back over his shoulder till he got a long way off. A week or two before this happened, a small band of Indians came to my brother and I, and said they wanted a beef. We told them the animals were not ours, and they would have to get an order from Bishop Seely. A large five year old steer belonging to Chris Wintergreen was near, and an Indian raised his gun to shoot it. My brother pulled the gun down. Another Indian struck him in the face with a lariat, making it bleed, and said ' ' Can't you cry ? ' ' Then the Indian with the gun shot the steer ; they skinned the hind parts and cut out what meat they wanted, leaving the hide and balance of meat. The Indian who struck my brother seemed to be making love to a young squaw who was riding another horse. The same Indians killed some cattle in the immediate vicinity of Fairview. In order to avoid further |