UNSUBSCRIBE -----Original Message----- From: Ralston, Mary Ann Sent: Thursday, February 07, 2002 6:48 AM To: [email protected] Subject: RE: [OKSequoy] September 14, 1875 Van Buren Press Keep up the good work! -----Original Message----- From: Fran Warren [mailto:[email protected]] Sent: Thursday, February 07, 2002 8:43 AM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [OKSequoy] September 14, 1875 Van Buren Press I have the old newspapers from Crawford County and there is a lot of Indian Territory news in it. I am compiling all these items like this or any genealogical nature into books! So glad you enjoy them! Thank you for your wonderful encouragment. Fran Alverson Warren ----- Original Message ----- From: "Ralston, Mary Ann" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, February 07, 2002 6:39 AM Subject: RE: [OKSequoy] September 14, 1875 Van Buren Press > Where do you find such things, I love them! > > Mary Ann Ralston > Peace Harbor Hospital > 541-997-2460 > > > -----Original Message----- > From: Fran Warren [mailto:[email protected]] > Sent: Thursday, February 07, 2002 8:34 AM > To: [email protected] > Subject: [OKSequoy] September 14, 1875 Van Buren Press > > > Van Buren Press > Crawford County, Arkansas > > September 14, 1875 > THE ODD EXPERIENCE OF AN ARKANSAS DEPUTY MARSHAL > > Captain George W McIntosh was a brave officer, fighting on the Confederate > side during the great struggle. The commanded the First Arkansas battery and > did efficient work with it. Sprung from the old Scottish stock that never > knew fear, the captain, while affable and peaceable in disposition, has the > reputation of being a man of dauntless courage. When General Fagan was > appointed United States Marshal for the Western District of Arkansas, > Captain McIntosh who had served under him during the war was appointed a > deputy marshal. The life of a deputy marshal in the Indian Nation is not > pleasant, and he who accepts such service takes his life in his hands as it > were, and courts death at every step. It requires men of strong nerve to > undertake this service. Such a man Capt. McIntosh has the reputation of > being. The captain is not exactly a puritan in religious observances. > Nevertheless the following incident shows his moral qualities. > > On a wild night in the winter the captain was among the mountains of the > Choctaw Nation. The cold was fast benumbing his limbs and he began to fear > that he would never see the dawn. There were visible no signs of human > habitation, not a gleam of light gladdened his eyes or dispersed the gloom > around him. On through the darkness and the storm he rode. Eight, nine and > ten o'clock came, and in the distance, he beheld the red gleam of > fire-light. He pushed on, was soon at the cabin. It was the habitation of an > Indian. He knocked on the door. An Indian of unprepossessing appearance > opened the door. He spoke to him, asked him for shelter for the night. He > received no reply. He told the Indian he was ready to perish from the cold, > and was answered by a grunt. But he was not discouraged. There was a fire > and comfort within and he pressed forward to the hearth, on which the > glowing coals were scintillating. He sat down by the fire. There were four > or five ill-looking aborigines sitting around. He felt uneasy and kept his > hand upon his weapon. Not a word had any of them spoken. After a while an > old man, who was apparently the head of the establishment, rose and brokenly > pronounced the word "supper, " and pointed in the direction of a table in > the only other apartment of the house. Still holding his pistol in his hand, > the captain proceeded to seat himself at the humble table of his Indian > host. > > The old man sat down, and when all were seated he devoutly bowed his head, > raised his hands, and in the soft language of the Choctaws invoked the > blessing of God upon the little group. > > "I never felt so good in my life", said the captain, "as at that moment when > the old man with bowed head and uplifted hands besought the Almighty to > bless and protect him, and all gathered about his board. My apprehension and > suspicion vanished instantly. I arose, unbuckled my belt, laid my pistol > aside and felt perfectly secure, and that night slept soundly." > > The old man was a Christian but could not speak English. The attitude of > supplication conquered the captain's suspicion. > > Fran Alverson Warren > P S* I am so thankful that some things NEVER change! >