Show TALES OF reter peter Gottfied son or of 0 o is writing episode sot the black hawk indian war for forthe the herald republic can arid and in a resent issue says tile the following ot of one of our townsmen I 1 i one ot of the most exciting events was at Ephr ephream lam andraw and aw 11 k was overtaken by Iii indians al about out a nile mile from ephram Ephr lam in plain sight pt of tile tho grist mill where the settlers settler a had gathered tomake toni alie a stand whitlock loc started up the winding road abraugh the valley the party at the grist mill could see sec min him driving slowly up ui the road an st still banner up they could see the indians coming I 1 down the horses scented the danger I 1 first and turned to flee it was a thrilling thryl ins chase wl illi locks were tharo front kentucky they had been on tha the race track in ther younger days and had crossed tile the plains their at olt raving fire returned and they fairly jump jumped ed ir in the harness the occle rants pants ol 01 the wagon dr mrs anna snow of mantl aland whitlock and L C larson larsen gripped the sides ot of the wagon ivason as the chirse progressed one ond t by bilime icae the indians tell fell belth behind id only I 1 ons one of them was able to overtake the rac racing pg team chief alone p r rode ode along alone side of the wagon aa a lc ie approached larsen jumped 0 st toa cia the ton bongle le between the flying ic loises ses to cac steady cady them Sy vly stride by stride the fleet 1 i pony ony of chief at 12 j lood ed the wagon riding alon along 9 ditc in c baying ve vehicle the vicious c j ali biffl i isai every load ot or t s e at t the e frightened plo J n 1 val valji i ard and then as lie shot ii arrow li to fano of the horgea az chez e a sent a oui quivering vering ira rt ck I 1 le yf y t then ic arrow irrow was not polson poison st tl beyring groan larsen ell crept back from th tha wag on ton into the and pulled ta t a airov from whitlocks Vini Whit locks body tu tj thia ilay day lie hs c annot recall how bow lie got that hat arrow irom from its resting lilacs bele 1 whitlocks Whit lochs locks eb but all the jetter let r 1 I sis ji daring of ays ay S ye life aloin the wound v |