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He was one of the number who were asked to wait for the second boat, which meant a foot journey across the isthmus in the heat of August. As this did not appeal to him he cancelled his booking entirely, and having no entangling al liances, came west into Illinois and ^^^isconsin for a brief visit with friends who had pioneered on the then frontier. Now after the 63 years he was boarding the train for New Orleans, there to em bark for the isthmus, and view the just completed Panama Canal. It was on the occasion of his brief visit in Des Moines that an interview was securei^ and published in The Register, interesting enough as current news since the incident was so unusual, but secured for an ulterior purpose which was to connect together in their proper time relation many pioneer experiences with which those who knew him intimately were familiar, and most of which he had written about in later years, but which, without a proper sequence, were fragmen tary and must soon be lost. The story of these experiences cannot be introduced better than by reproducing the essential paragraphs of this interview. After speaking of h's visit with friends in Illinois and Wisconsin in the summer of 1849, he said: "Liking the looks of the middle west I came the next year as far as Cedar Rapids. I visited an uncle, John Ingham, the pioneer set tler of Washington County, and later took one of the first boats at Galena, 111., for St. Paul. It was the year of the cholera and the main feature of the trip was stopping along the river banks to put off the dead. "The year following, 1851, I came west again, my brother with me. We again took a boat to St. Paul, and there boarded the first boat of the season on the Minnesota river, going as far as Mankato. At Mankato I traded with an Indian chief for a canoe and together my brother and I floated down to St. Paul, then a small village. Where Minneapolis now stands there were only a building or two. St. Anthony, across the river, was quite a village and there were quite a number of people at Fort Snelling. I remember an incident characteristic of the times. At the little hotel dining room, Hole-in- the-Day, the noted Chippewa chief, was sitting at the breakfast table when suddenly an alarm was given. Skulking Sioux had been seen at the windows peering in and a general fusilade was feared. Hole- in-the-Day arose, walked deliberately to the front steps, and opening his blanket to expose his bosom, called on the Sioux to shoot. The Sioux, in the meantime, were taking to the tall grass like scared children. "I had brought a compass with me to Cedar Rapids and followed surveying. I made a survey for Major May of what has since been known as May's Island, which lies in the heart of the city now, and on filing the plat with the authorities in Washington the island was sold to the major. In 1853 Joseph Green, a brother of Judge Green, secured a large contract of surveying for the government, and I was to join with him. Through some technical errors in the government field notes the survey was delayed until it was too late in the season. To compensate us the government proposed that we should select our own field of work the year following. Accordingly early in 1854 I set out with a small party to reconnoiter. "We came west to Fort Des Moines. I remember as we were Although no reference is made to this incident in any of the his torical annals of Minnesota, the incident is characteristic of the times and also of young Hole-in-the-Day. E. D. Neil, the veteran historian of the state, speaking in St. Paul on January 1, 1850, said: "The scalp dance is yet enacted within our hearing, and not a year goes by but the soil of Minnesota is reddened with Ojibway (Chippewa) and Dacotah (Sioux) blood." Writing later for the historical annals Mr. Neil said: "On the afternoon of May 15, 1850, there might have been seen hurrving through the streets of St. Paul numbers of naked and painted Dacotah braves. A few hours before the youthful chief of the Chippewas, Hole-in-the-Day, having secreted his canoe in the suburbs of the town, with two or three associates had crossed the river and almost in sight of our inhabitants attacked a small party of Dacotahs and taken a scalp." Young Hole-in-the-Day (rift in the clouds the light comes through) had succeeded his father, the elder Hole-in-the-Day, in 1847. The older chief, one of the noted Indian leaders of his time, had succumbed to the white man's whisky and was killed by falling off a wagon in St. Paul. The younger man's claim to the chieftainship was not recog nized by all the Chippewas, and in 1868 he was shot by members of his own band from ambush. He was a man of great physical beauty and great courage. The St. Paul Press said of him at the time of his death: "There was something almost romantic in his reckless daring. He was the Chippewa Cid or Cour de Lion. His exploits would fill a book." The Prairie Du Chien Courier, speaking of him in 1858, said: "Hole-in-the-Day, the savage who has seven wives, has been honoring our city with his presence for several days. He is a splendid speci men of manhood, and walks with a grace that would become a Roman emperor. He was dressed in the latest style. The other day he bought 32 pairs of women's shoes. During his late sojourn in Washington he formed a contempt for moccasins and is determined that his squaws shall resemble white women in one respect." "Major M. May also surveyed the island, sent a plat to the general government, and took possession of it, much to the surprise and chagrin of the old settlers." — Recollections of Dr. Seymour D. Carpenter. passing in the vicinity of where Grinnell now is that we heard of a preacher who was taking up land for a townsite and was going to build a college. At that time there was a small station some miles east where the stage horses were changed. We forded the Des Moines below the Coon forks, as I now recall, and then forded the Coon into Des Moines. There were no buildings on the east side of the river. What is now the business district was a big oats field. "We went west to Adel, where there was a small settlement, and then struck out for Council Bluffs. What I remember chiefly of that country was the wild turkeys. They were in such abundance that it was not even sport to shoot them. At Council Bluffs we forded the river to what is now the townsite of Omaha, and then attempted to ford the Platte. But here we were nearly smothered in quicksand and were glad to turn back to the west side of the Missouri. At Council Bluffs we went south to Bellevue, then quite a trading point. Here I met Logan Fontanelle, the well known Omaha chief, a very cul tivated Indian, and from him I learned all about the Kansas and Nebraska country, where we had thought to take up our work. Think ing to take a look also at Northern Iowa, we turned from Council Bluffs in a generally northeasterly direction, passing west of Fort Dodge and ending our travel at Clear Lake. In that entire distance we did not see a white habitation. We then turned south to Cedar Rapids. "On this trip across Iowa I had found such evidences of game and on the rivers such fine groves that I was anxious to make further investigations. Accordingly I persuaded a hotel man named Stine to go with me and that same fall we went up the Des Moines to Fort Dodge. There we met with Major Williams, Ed McKnight and Charley Bergh, who were camping in what is now Humboldt County. They told us something of the river further north and we passed on and so came to the cabin of Judge Call, near where Algona is now, the judge being the first white man to locate north of Humboldt and west of Clear Lake. "Stine took a half section claim on a beautiful grove in Kossuth County, now known as the Reibhoff grove and planned to come back in the spring. But Mrs. Stine decided on our return that she had pioneered as far as she wanted to and he decided to abandon the claim. But I seemed to have formed a very high opinion of that particular grove, for I got up another party and going back in the spring, assumed the Stine claim and built a cabin. That was in the spring of 1855, and I have been a resident of Kossuth County ever since." Ingliam's Mills in Herkimer County. A Biographical Note The love of the frontier that clung to Mr. Ingham throughout his long life, will be understood by those who glance at the sectional map of the east half of Herkimer County, New York, where he was born. Ingham's Mills even to this day lies on the fringe of the wilderness, the lower levels of the Adirondack mountains. It is easy to picture what that country must have been back in the early days of the last century, in his boyhood. It was always the "North Woods" to him, the haunt of game, and the scene of many a wild adventure. The valley of the Mohawk is nowhere more romantic than at Little Falls, from which Ingham's Mills lies almost directly east. There the valley was pinched in geologic times to a narrow pass between rather precipitous rocks, through ^vhich the river rushed in number less rapids and cascades. In his description of the Mohawk valley W. Max Reid says: "For nearly a mile extend the cascades between perpendicular cliffs from two to four hundred feet high, while at the foot of the rapids the stream is deflected by Moss Island or Moss Rock to pass through a rocky channel about forty feet wide to the placid stream beyond. On the south side of the river the perpendicular face of a cliff one hundred feet high, called Lover's Leap, throws its dark shadow over the turbulent stream, while to the west for nearly a mile the bare perpendicular rocky face of a hill four hundred feet high rises sheer from the shore of the rapids." Into the Mohawk on one side of this narrow, rocky pass flowed the East Canada Creek and on the other side the West Canada Creek, both of these creeks taking their rise far north, both of them almost mountainous torrents, capable of developing enormous power in these days of electricity. Then the East Canada was what the wild turbu lent streams of the northwest Rockies are today. At Ingham's Mills now is one of the great power dams, and directly above at Dolgeville, the Brockett's bridge of those earlier years, is another. It will be noticed that the township in which Ingham's Mills is located, bore the historic name of Manheim. And directly across the creek from Ingham's Mills in Fulton County was Oppenheim. These names recall the Eighteenth century advent of the Germans from the Palatinate whence they had been driven by the wars of Louis XIV. It was then that the German settlement began in New York and Penn sylvania that gave us that part of our American population known generally as "Pennsylvania Germans." The advent of the Inghams into the new world was when Joseph Ingham, born in Liverpool, England, November 8, 1747, brought his family to Connecticut. On his death the widow and her sons moved "All the country between Little Falls and Rome, on both sides of the Mohawk, was known as German Flats, and was the home of most of the Palatines that moved from Scoharie Valley in 1722. The Pala tine village was known as German Flats, now known as Herkimer." — Reid. Herkimer is at the mouth of the West Canada Creek where it enters the Mohawk, in about the center of Herkimer county, a little further west of Little Falls than Ingham's Mills is east. to Herkimer County. The Inghams had been an English family of long lineage. In fact the name Ingham is the progenitor of all the "Ing" names, even of Ingersoll. Probably "Ing" or "Eng" was a Danish name, the ending "ham," as in so many other English names, signifying location, meadow, home. In the time of King John there is mention of the Ingham name. Among the sons of Joseph Ingham was Stephen, who built the first flouring and saw mill on the East Canada and so gave the little vil lage its name. Another of Joseph Ingham's sons was John Ingham, who early moved to Washington County, Iowa. It was to visit him that Wm. H. Ingham, his nephew, first crossed the Mississippi. Another son of Joseph Ingham was Samuel Ingham, who also came with his father from England and who in 1799 or thereabouts had moved with the family to Herkimer. Here he was married to Phoebe Rowland, House at Ingham's Mills, where Mr. Ingham ivas horn. In the construction of the immense power dam on the East Canada Creek both the house and the covered bridge across the creek have been destroyed. One of the deepest pools of the East Canada was immediately in the rear of the old home. The following letter was written b\ Walter D. Ingham, youngest brother and nine years the junior of \\'illiam H. Ingham. "I will gladl\ tr\- to give you a faint idea of vour father's life at Ingham's Mills. He was born Noxember 27, 1827", in our father's old home at the Mills, and it was fine in that day. The postal card vou have is perfect, showing it as it looked in the year 1S4II. When your father became old enough to hunt and fish, he "soon became an expert and when I was a small boy I did enjoy going with him to carry the ganrie. In that day game and fish were plentiful. Gra\- and black squirrels, partridge, duck, deer and pigeons. Nearly every sprino- as soon as the weather would permit, the pigeons would come" from of Irish family, and of this marriage txvo sons were born, \^'illiam Ingham and Harvey Ingham. Samuel Ingham was thrown from a horse and killed in his twenty-fourth year, and the t^vo sons were the only members of his family. The two brothers remained in Herki mer, and were married to two sisters, Eliza and Sarah Schuyler, the daughters of Samuel Schuyler. One son of William and Eliza Ingham was Schuyler Rowland Ingham, horn June 2, 1S3II, who came to Des Moines in the middle fifties with James Callanan, and one son of Harvey and Sarah Ingham -lyas William Harvey Ingham, born \o- vember 27, 1827. The double cousins \yere nearU of the same age, went to school together, and maintained throughout the long life of both an intimate acquaintance. The Schu\ler family begins with Philip Schuyler, one of the first of the Hollanders who came to America, a prosperous merchant of the south in large flocks and locate in the Adirondac woods, about 20 miles north of Ingham's Mills. As soon as they became settled they would build their nests and raise their \oung. Eyer\' morning a little after da\light the cock pigeons would cinne out for their breakfast and go back to the nests, and then the hen pigeon \\ould come out. Many flocks \yould follow the East Canada Creek, and it ran within 75 feet of father's house. Your father would go out and shoot them by the hundreds. I recall your father and brother Warren going out one fall morning \vheu they killed 23 gray and black squirrels — more than I could carry. Partr-dge and ducks were on the table nearly eyer\ da\' in the shooting season. The last few N'ears he was at home he would go out e\'er\ fall to the headwaters of the East Canada Creek for deer and often George Williams, your father's old friend, would go with him and they always brought home plent}' of deer. I recall one fall he Avent to Piseco Lake, for moose, and put up with a man b\' the name of Enos. Hunters from New York City were there for moose also. The next day they went about ten miles from the lake, and came on the tracks of two moose and fol lowed them until near night, and then built a fire and remained there until morning. (I think the snow was o\'er five feet.) They started very early on the tracks hoping to get a shut at the moose before dark. Fortunately their direction was toward Piseco Lake. When they were nearly home they came upon the place where the moose had been killed by the New York hunters on the day your father left the lake. He often would catch brook trout weighii g from two to three and one-half pounds, and they were plenty. In short he \yas a splendid hunter and fisherman and above all a grand man and brother." "John Ingham was quite a mechanic. Having invented a rotary steam engine, a firm in Alton, Illinois, wrote him with regard to it and after some correspondence ordered one built for their use. Mr. Ingham had the engine built and started with it for .¦\lton, intending to give it his personal attention. On arriying he found the firm bankrupt and had therefore to make other disposal of his engine. Taking a steamer he came up the Mississippi and visited \A'ashington Count}', Iowa, and being well pleased with the country, purchased a claim of 240 acres in Section 13, Clay Township. He then returned to New York, sold his farm, and came \yith his family. Upon this farm he lived until 1848, moving in that year to Peoria, Illinois. He soon became dis satisfied and returned to Washington County, where he died in 1860. John Ingham was a man of more than ordinary ability, and had great mechanical skill. In early life he learned the trade of a weaver and for some years, in New York, was engaged in the manufacture of woolen cloth. He and his estimable wife were both members of the Congregational Church." — History of Washington County. Albany. His son, Peter Schuyler, was the first mayor of Albany. General Philip Schuvler, of revolutionary fame, was the son of a nephe^y of Peter. In line of descent, Samuel Schuyler, father of the wives of William and Harvey Ingham, was born May 22, l./l. His \yife was Abigail Fancher. Directly north of Little Falls on the map will be found the little village of Fairfield. Fairfield, on the watershed between the East and \'\>st Canadas. is almost all the way up hill from the Mohawk valley, and Bartow Hill at the foot of which Squire Thomas A. Rice had his farm, is accounted one of the highest points in the state of NcNv York. Squire Rice was the lineal descendent of Deacon Edmund Rice of New England. It was here Caroline Anna Rice was born, Ma\- 23, 1831, and here she was married to William Harvey Ingham, Xo\'ember 25, 1857. She came at once to a pioneer log cabin home in Kossuth County, and in this log cabin home two children were born, Harvey and Anna Caroline. Eight children were born in all, seven of them reaching maturity. Of the seven five are now living, Harvey Ingham at Des Mo nes, Mary Harriet Doxsee at Redwood, Calif., Helen \'ienna Russell at Omaha, Neb., Dr. George William Ingham at Olympia, Wash., and Cornelia Ingham McChesney at Iowa City, Iowa. Mrs. Caroline A. Ingham died in her home in Algona at the ad vanced age of S3. William H. Ingham died at the home of his so;i George in Olympia, Wash., at the advanced age of 87. They both lived to see the frontiers of Iowa vanish before the fenced lane and the automobile. "Peter Schuyler seems to have gained the good will of the Indians to the extent that they called him 'qu'ddar,' which was as near as they could pronounce the word 'Peter.' In 1776 a new fort was built and named Fort Schuyler, in honor of General Philip Schu>ler, (the name seems to have been a favorite o:ie for fortifications). In 1709 a fort was erected on the Hudson near Schuyler\'ille and a little later a rude fort was built on the present site of the C^it\' of Itica, both of wh.ch were named for Peter Sclunler." — Reid. "My father, Harvey Ingham, was born January 11, 1797, and married Sarah S. Sclunler, Februar\' 26, 1818. He \vas a son of Samuel Ingham, one of fi\'e brothers who came from Connecticut and settled in Herkimer County. After learning the clothiers business he built works for the same at Ingham's Mills, where he lived until his death, at the age of 87 years. I attended public school until 1 was ten \'eais old and then \yas sent to a pri^-ate boarding school kept b\ Elder Beach, a graduate of Yale College, where 1 commenced the stud\' of Cilreek and higher mathematics. Two years later 1 went to Little Falls Academy at its beginning, where 1 was prepared for a college course. Other interests now came up that turned my attention to business affairs so that my school days were ended at the age of 17 \ears. Soon after I enteretl into partneishiji with m\' brother, Warren R. Ingham, under the firm name of W. R. and \\'. H. Ingham, for the manufacturing of lime, lumber and cheese boxes, the latter being one of the first shops in Herkimer County, the output of which soon reached from 60,000 to 70,000 a year. Later on an oil mill \\as added In the business, which gained (luite a reputation through Central New York for its (Uitput of a pure quality of linseed oil. In all we employed some 25 men in carr\'ing on the different inter ests until the spring of 1849, when I sold out my interest to my brother St. Paul in 1850-51 In one of Mr. Ingham's manuscripts he tells of that first visit to St. Paul, in the spring of 1850. Again the incident of interest is a meeting between the Sioux and Chippewas on the townsite of the embryo city. To understand this we must recall that St. Paul had been a British trading post for the Indians in the earliest days, and here the Sioux and Chippewas, two of the most hostile tribes on the continent, came together, rarely ever in peace. He had taken the boat at Galena and stopped in St. Paul at the Merchants Hotel, then located a few blocks up the street from its present site. During his long life he stopped at the Merchants Hotel whenever he was in St. Paul. He writes : "One morning when we \yere all out meeting the passengers that had just come up on a steamer, five Chippeyvas came on the run down to Third street and then fired their guns into Forbes store on the opposite side of the street. \A'e soon learned thev had been watch ing old Uncle Joe, a Sioux Indian, and his sister, who were on their way to the store, e.xpecting to kill them before they reached it. The\' were not quite quick enough as the Sioux had entered the store when they fired. After shooting, one of the party jumped from the bank on which the\' were standing, drew a knife and walked up the steps to the store, where he was met by Mr. Forbes, who told him he bad killed a squaw. He then told Mr. Forbes he onl\' wanted the scalp of a buck, sheathed his knife and soon joined the other members of his part\" and started off on the run. We all stood looking on like so many statues until they were out of sight and then we wondered why we had not taken some steps to interfere by giving them a part ing shot. I went into the store with a few others just as the squaw was dying. Old Uncle Joe was frantic, as parties in the store had held him so that he was not able to get outside and show fight. He finally managed to shoot through the windows at the Chippewas and if he had held up a trifle higher his shot might have been very satis factory, as the bullet made the dust fl}' close at the heels of a Chippewa. This was rather a wild experience for an\body just in from the East." In the fall of the year he returned to New York, and remained at Ingham's Mills during the winter. His oldest brother, Erastus, had been interested in his stories of the west and proposed a return to St. Paul with him. It was in 1851 that the Sioux had ceded nearly all their lands in Minnesota and Iowa to white settlement and the lands on the west side of the Mississippi from the Iowa line to St. Paul had been opened in the fall of that year. Mr. Ingham and his brother went by boat as far as Reed's Landing, at the foot of Lake Pepin, owing largely to the scarcit\' of cheese box material within reach and perhaps somewhat to the whisperings of Horace Greel\', 'Go \\^est, young man.' " — Biographical note left by Mr. Ingham. Plans for building a fort near the falls of St. Anthony were laid in 1817, but the fort we know as Fort Snelling was not begun until 1820. Minnesota was made a separate territory in 1849. The name chosen was Itasca. But in the squabble over the bill the name was changed to Minnesota. and from there set out afoot for the remainder of their journey. Of their experiences Mr. Ingham writes: "We walked, going along on the west side of the lake, in com pany with Mr. Potter, a trader, at the agency at Red Wing. We stopped some time at Mr. Wells', he had married a half breed and built a large stone house about half way up the lake. In the after noon we met a large party of Sioux on their way to Maiden Rock, on the lake, to celebrate an anniversary. We reached Red Wing toward evening and then took a boat for St. Paul. Then we learned that a little stern wheeler. The Clarion, would start up the Minnesota river and make the first trip of the season, the next "day. We engaged passage and found we were with quite a prominent party, made up of Governor Ramsey, Colonel Hewitt, Colonel Babcock, Colonel Mc- Kinty and a doctor from Philadelphia, with a few Germans going to Le Seuer. At Le Seuer, which was platted by Colonel Hewitt, we were all Invited out to dinner at a new hotel he had put up and we all agreed it was a fine site for a town. The next city was Wash burn, where the people were all located in a scow tied up to a tree, as the high water in the river was up nearly to the top of the cabin doors. We finally reached Mankato, where the town company was busy putting up the Mankato House. At that time there was no place to stop excepting with the Indian traders or with the Indians, who were numerous. One of the traders was going to a sugar camp on the Le Seuer river, some five miles away, and wanted to know if any of the campers wanted to go. A small party was soon made up and as we were about to start the doctor, who was very genteel and neatly dressed, said he would go too! We were soon off and after a lively walk reached the camp. The trader wished to see the Medicine Man of the band, who was away looking after his traps. While we were waiting the Indians about the camp entertained us by shooting at us and finally we \yere invited into the tepee of the Medicine Man, while his two daughters served sugar by handing each one a nice sugar box of white birch bark, ornamented with colored porcupine quills, holding about a teacup full of stirred maple sugar. They then passed some finely plated silver spoons. But the doctor was sure he did not want any of the sugar as his attention had been called to a little fellow who was taking a bath in a tub of sap when we first reached the camp. He soon, however, tasted the sugar and pronounced it the best he had ever eaten and he of all of us finally emptied his dish, well satisfied with his new experience. After finishing the sugar the doctor began looking about the tepee at its contents. Seeing a hoop with rawhide head, a cruel thing with teeth and bear claws, he walked up and took it down and began playing on it as he would with a tambourine. The daughters were horrified at the sound and before he had fairly made a beginning, some one came in through the open flap of the tepee and threw some mink across to our feet and before we knew what was up the doctor was on his way out like a shot, and not in an upright position by any means. Just then the agent yelled out, "Get out as quick as you can." It really appeared as if the doctor might be killed, as the old Medicine Man was dragging him away from the tepee. It was the most tragic affair I have ever witnessed. It did not take us long to get out of the tepee when we learned the cause of the trouble. No one of the tribe dared to touch the tambourine affair, as the penalty was death — it destroyed the cura tive properties and the power to drive off evil spirits during the incantations of the Great Healer. We all did what we could to allay the old Indian's anger, but it was some little time before he let the doctor gather up his effects which lay scattered about." During this performance Mr. Ingham had noticed a fine canoe near the Medicine Man's tepee, and asked him the price, which was set at $5.00, delivered at Mankato. A little consultation decided the brothers to buy the canoe and drift down the Minnesota to St. Paul. That was an easy project as the water was very high and the cur rent swift. They were soon to learn, however, something of Indian trading. Mr. Ingham writes: "We did not wait long before the Medicine Man, with one of his daughters, came in sight. Presuming he had left the canoe at the river some eighty rods away, I handed him the five dollars, when he offered it to his daughter, who at once seemed to have an attack of spasms. On asking the agent what the trouble was he told us the boat belonged to the girl and that she would not sell it for that price. We at once saw they intended to play a sharp game, with the agent a party to it. As the steamer had gone and left us they believed we were in their hands. I asked at what price they would sell, with out being able to get an answer. I then offered seven dollars, when the girl appeared to have a worse attack than the first. I now told my brother we could walk down and probably yve would enjoy it better than the boat ride and that we had better be off without further delay. We had not gone over forty rods when he heard some one calling. We stopped and noticed the agent coming towards us. He told us they would sell the boat as they had agreed to at the sugar camp if we would take it. We finally went back and the old fellow seemed pleased to get the five dollars. Presuming the canoe was in the river, some eighty rods away, we went over with the man and some forty or fifty other Indians. On reaching the river we found no canoe. I was told it would be brought to us for ten cents. In a play ful way I told the old fellow we would go and get it, when he started off with me following. We went about one and a half miles up on the Blue Earth river, here he had hidden the canoe in the brush. He told me to get in the bow and gave me one paddle, while he took the stern and we started down the river through the woods. On coming to a large tree that had fallen and la^' some six inches above the water he paddled with a quick stroke and ran the canoe up over the tree very gracefully and from then on he rode over several more trees that were floating about. This furnished him a fine chance to show me how to paddle my own canoe." The only Incident of importance recorded of the down river trip History of St. Paul: "One of the most notable events of the year 1850 was the navigation of the Minnesota river. Three boats made excursions with large pleasure parties of St. Paulites. The 'Yankee' ascended for 300 miles, thus showing that the river was navigable." was the experience in the whirlpool, where for more than an hour the most heroic efforts were not enough to break the canoe over the crest into safe water. They had come into the pool after turning a sharp bend in the river. The current was swift, the pool some six rods across, and the suction strong. It was sure death to be taken into the vortex in so swollen a stream. Mr. Ingham's written descrip tion conveys but little of the vivid impression his verbal description gave of that hour's fight. He had the driving paddle, and he bent his hack to the work as the old Argonauts must have done at Scylla and Charybdis. He knew what the penalty was if he failed to push over the crest of the trap of death. On one of the turns when the sweat was dripping, and his muscles had began to tire, he nerved himself for a tremendous effort, and having gained a little knowledge of where to make the attempt, he barely pushed over the curb far enough to keep from being drawn back in. Once out they immediately sought the shore and made camp for the night, wearied as he had been but few times in the years of his pioneer life. "The next day", he writes, "we lunched at St. Peter's and stayed over until the morning. From here nothing occurred until we reached Shakopee. The day before a part}' of Chippewas made their appearance and killed a Sioux while out hunting ducks. As soon as this became known the Sioux called a war dance for the enlistment of warriors. We went down and looked on for an hour or more. It was a weird affair, but very effectual in starting the war party in pursuit. From here we went to St. Paul and soon took a boat for Dubuque and from there went by stage to Cedar Rapids." Across Iowa in 1854 In another of Mr. Ingham's manuscripts he tells of his journey to Des Moines and further west to Council Bluffs and Omaha on the pros pecting tour tyvo years after this experience at St. Paul. He had located at Cedar Rapids as a surveyor. In the winter of 1853-4 he had become interested with Mr. Green in a contract to survey government lands in Southeastern Minnesota. "The field notes of the township lines from which we yvere to sectionize were promised to us from the surveyor general's office by the time the new growth of grass on the prairies would furnish feed for our teams. However, when that time came we made inquiry and then learned there would he some delay owing to errors in the base line work. We waited until in June (1854) and then were notified that the department in ^^^ashington had ordered a resurvey for cor rection of the erroneous work. This would make it very uncertain when we could start, late in the season in any event, so we decided to drop the contract with the assurance that we would be entitled to a large contract for the following year (1855) wherever we might choose from the lands to be surveyed." It was to inspect the lands open to survey that Mr. Ingham planned his trip west to Kansas and Nebraska, and then through Northern Iowa on his way home, to determine for himself such conditions of surface, timber and water, as might be important in the prosecution of the work. The party made up in Cedar Rapids consisted of Mr. Ingham, a Doctor Curtis, Thomas C. Covell and Edward Moll. The first stage of his journey brought him to Grinnell: "We were off about the middle of July, taking the stage road by way of Marengo to Council Bluffs, being at the time the most northern road across the state. We had not gone very far before we learned that our broad high topped wagon cover moving westward invited an interview from nearly every person we met. We were asked by everybody where we were going, and what we were looking for, questions so familiar to all of the old timers. We found only a few settlers along the way, living far apart at the groves, and they lost no chance to persuade others to settle near-by, and usually they were very persistent in their efforts. This was very noticeable when yve met a couple from Snook's Grove, in Poweshiek County, and it became worse when we drove up in front of the store-station known as the Travelers Rest, a few miles east of Grinnell. Here several persons came out and after the usual questions had been asked, told us that a preacher and others had selected and entered quite a quantity of land for a colony, and that a location for a city and a college had been selected a few miles out in the prairie to the west; also that the preacher was then at Iowa City, where he had gone to enter an other half section adjoining the city site, but had written them that he found the tract taken up by another party, but hoped that he might be able to secure it, in any event that he would return to 'the rest' in a very short time. This news caused quite a flurry at 'the rest,' for they feared that in case he should fail to get the tract, the site for the town might be changed. They tried to persuade us to wait until he came back, feeling confident that if we could meet him and hear him talk about yvhat he intended to do we would decide to join in the making of the new city. They were very enthusiastic in their faith in the preacher and his yvork, and if we had known him then as we did in later years, as the Rev. J. B. Grinnell, we too should have been as confident that whatever he planned to do would un doubtedly be done. From this beginning, with the help of many gen erous friends, he left a fine memorial of his life work in Iowa College. The city of Grinnell owes much to him of its growth and beauty." The Des Moines of 1855 was not an imposing city. There were then but few people on the townsite of the future capital of Iowa. Mr. Ingham writes of his journey from Snook's Grove: "A pleasant drive from here through one of the best parts of the state brought us to Fort Des Moines, located on the point of land lying between the Raccoon river bank and the Des Moines river. The bottom land on the east side was timbered down to the river, and the prairie on the west side, on yvhich the fort was located, made a fine picture \yith its large field of ripening grain. Bordered by beauti- full}- wooded hills made it an ideal site for a town and time has proven that the selection was well made. At the time of day we passed through the town it should have been all astir, and yet we did not notice a team on the street, nor a person anywhere, all of which impressed us that a census showing at the time would not have been very flattering. From this our way led us along up the Des Moines river to about where Locust street is, and then we turned to the west. We soon entered a lane with a rail fence on either side extending for a half mile or more, with a farm house on the north side. Farther on we passed one more farm house at the top of the hill. These, with the buildings at the point were all that we noticed anyyvhere on the present site of the city of Des Moines." Mr. Ingham has said frequently that after leaving Adel he did not see a white habitation until he reached the Missouri river. Of this part of the journe\" he writes: "From here our ^ya\' led us to Adel at the crossing of the Raccoon Fork, and then for some distance through timber lands before leaving the ri\'er ^'alle}'. Here we found our first wild turke\"s. \A^ith the help of our bird dog, Frank, \ve soon took all that we could possibly use. As we left the timber we drove out a short distance on the prairie, where yve decided to camp for the night on account of water at the stage station nearby, although it Avas earlier than we usually stopped. This gave us plenty of time to prepare our first meal with wild turkeys on the bill of fare. The roads at that time were quite unlike what they are now. They were marked at first from one place to another as direct in course as the surface of the country would permit without being worked, except at the crossing of streams. The distance to be traveled was considerably increased as thev yvent wind ing ahont the sloughs and woods at almost every point of the compass and frequently would lead off for miles on divides or through valleys and then come back again in the same general way. The country as we traveled west became more rolling and the streams winding about in their deep set valleys, with their narroyv borders of continuous timbers, made pleasing landscape pictures. This was especially so with the branches of the Nishnabotna, making it attractive for settlers for homes. We found no settlers until we reached the Mormon set tlement of a few families on Mosquito Creek. In passing over the divide to the Missouri river we came to Kanesyille, being a row of long houses in the ravine, built by the Mormons and abandoned when they left for Salt Lake City. They were mostly occupied by ne^v comers, the builders of Council Bluffs. Wishing to buy a couple of horses we made inquiry and learned that Colonel Lander had brought over quite a lot of small Oregon horses in his pack train from Vancou^-er, reaching Council Bluffs in July, and that most of them were in recorder's hands for sale." How he bought the Oregon pony, "Flinka", who figured so largely in his later adventures, how he tried to cross the Platte river in the quicksand, how the doctor nearly lost his life in the tall grass border ing the Missouri, how he met Colonel Peter A. Sarpy, one of the notable men of the western fur trade, how he met Logan Fontanelle, one of the notable Indians of the border, who told him more about the country he yyas out to inspect than he could learn for himself, are all related in the rest of the narrati\e: "While they were being brought in from pasture we went over the river and looked at the site of Omaha, that had just been surye\ed, about which all were talking as a coming great city. Next morning we selected a couple of ponies at $25.00 each, one of which, 'Flinka', lived to the good old age of 28 years. We then crossed the Missouri and took the old Mormon and California trail west, passing over the town site of Omaha. At night we camped on the Elkhorn river and in no other place did we find the -wild turkeys as plenty as there. We had now come to the great Platte valley and on crossing the Elkhorn wished to turn south and go as far as Kansas, so we left the trail. "The doctor, colonel and ra\'self started out on horseback, leaving Moll to bring up the teams, .^fter going some distance we not'ced that the wagon was going on up the A-alley. We stopped and mo tioned him to follow us and then went on our wa\'. Some time after we again noticed that he was still going west, ^^'e then found on going to him that if he moved at all he must go west, as the deep cut ruts the wagon was in after crossing the Elkhorn were continuous. As we had no way of getting the wagon out we traveled up the river until nearly noon, ^vhen we came to a creek valley and so got out of the ruts by going crosswise down to the Platte river, not far away. There we stopped to feed our horses and search out a place to ford the shallow Platte river, which had an apparently fine gravel bottom. But under it we found quicksand in which we nearly lost one of our horses. On looking we found quicksand all along up and doyvn the river, so we decided to go back to Council Bluffs and Mr. Ingham frequently recalled that it was about this time that he was offered one-third of the townsite of Denver if he would go west with the prospectors and survey it. Later in life he yvas inclined to regret that he had not taken the offer, until he remembered that the original prospectors of the town site of Denver were all hanged. reached our old camp on the Elkhorn, where we spent the night. The next day in passing over the Omaha site we found a person with a couple of loads of green cottonwood timber. Nearby was a wheel barrow with a keg of nails, saw, square and hammers. He told us he was to put up the first building on the site for an office. It has always been a source of regret that I did not learn the name of this man who drove the first nail and made this building, the beginning of what was so important to all who followed him. From here we crossed the river and then took the road from Council Bluffs to Nebraska City. There was nothing unusual on the way, but the tall grass which covered the greater part of the bottom. Two persons on horseback only a rod or two apart were lost to each other as if it were miles. We started from Nebraska City expecting to go on our way south. On getting to the Little Nemaha, which was deep cut, we could not find a crossing. After several trials we decided to go across the Missouri bottom to quite a large grove, apparently from two to three miles below on the Nemaha. It being a very hot day in August we found it more comfortable to walk through the tall grass than to ride our horses. We took turns in the lead, changing quite frequently, while Moll followed on in the trail with the wagon. We had gotten on some distance in the tall grass when the shift brought the doctor in the lead with me following next. We had not gone far when his horse fell back a few feet and stopped. Not know ing what the trouble could be I walked up carefully along side of the horse and discovered the doctor had disappeared. It was plain to be seen that he had not gone any further through the grass and the question was ivhat had become of him. On working up in front of the horses carefully I found an opening down through the grass. Looking down I discovered the doctor some 12 feet below, well planted in the Missouri river mud, with a few inches of water covering it. I hastened back to stop the yvagon and to get a long rope. This was let down and after being fastened we drew him up out of the soft mud to the top of the bank. We now had a good laugh at his expense, in which he joined. After which he had frequent opportunities to ex plain what the sensations are when one unexpectedly finds a great river. He simply had walked off from the bank into the Missouri river, without the least thing to warn him of the danger. "We now decided to give up our southern trip and return, and so went back to Nebraska City and from there to Belleview. Here we met Stephen Decatur, who was the foreman of Sarpy Bros, of St. Louis, who had a trading post at this point. Mr. Decatur, who was going to another store of the firm about a mile away on the east hank of the river, to see Mr. Peter A. Sarpy, a member of the firm, invited us to go with him. As we were about starting he said, 'There "During the month in which Nebraska was adopted as a territory (May, 1854), what has sometimes been called the first house to be erected in Omaha was put up. The date of its construction is in dispute, one authorit\- contending that it was erected in January or February. The house was built by Tom Allen of round logs. For a time it was known under the name of the St. Nicholas." — History of Nebraska. comes Chief Logan' and quickly started to meet him, asking us to go with him. Our first thought was of a head gear of feathers, with blankets and buckskin. We were greath' undeceived, as we were pre sented to a tall, firmly formed person of about 40 years of age, cul tivated, of fine voice, and fully dressed, wearing patent leather boots, kid gloves and a gold headed cane. He was not the sort of man yve had expected to meet. He told us he was back from a trip to Wash ington, so we saw him at his best. He excused himself, saying he should he pleased to see us again. We now crossed over the Missouri where there were three long mackinaw boats that had been brought down the Missouri loaded with buffalo robes and furs. These had been unloaded and the goods had been put in warehouses nearby, waiting for steamers to take them to St. Louis. Mr. Decatur excused himself for a minute to see the mountaineers who were King about on the bank nearby and then we went on. Arriving at the store we met Mr. Peter A. Sarpy, a genial man, who after showing us about the place, invited us to be seated at the north door of the store in the cool and then entertained us with his frontier experiences. We had not been there long before we heard a terrible yelling and soon a man in full Indian dress, with uncovered head, rode up in front and paid his respects to Mr. Sarpy with a very low bow, which was quickly responded to by all. He then passed on, when another came up, until perhaps a dozen had followed. And then all went on up the road yelling like savages at the top of their voices. Mr. Sarpy now told us the\' were his mountain boys who had brought the boats down and that they had done so well for the firm the past year that he had given them a week's vacation with full freedom and told them to enjoy themselves. It was not long before they returned and paid their further respects with rather increased vigor, and then went back to the landing again. Mr. Sarpy went on to tell how well they had gotten along with the clan of helpers. That they always found it paid to treat their men honorably as they were sure to get the same in return. That while they appeared rough and noisy at times they were still a noble lot of fellows, %vell fitted for their work. About this time the boys came back and were very enthusiastic and ceremonious in their attention and after the leader had made his bow instead of going on up the street as before, he spurred his horse and rode into the store and then went down through it with an Indian yell long to be remembered. Another quickly followed and so on until all had passed. The enthusiasm seemed to extend to all of us and when Mr. Sarpy stood up while the boys were rushing down through the store and called out at the top of his voice, 'Have a good time, boys. That is the way I used to do when I was young', it reached its height. With the encouragement the boys rode around and took a second flying trip, though with only a slight recognition as they passed. The din and clatter in the store can hardly be imagined and to us was wierd, wild and exciting. After this fine time they each appeared in front again and gracefully bowed them selves away so that we knew the play was over. We thanked Mr. Decatur for the entertainment he had planned when at the landing and also Mr. Sarpy for his very interesting story of pioneer life and the description he had given of the land in Nebraska. On our return to Belleview we again met Chief Logan in dress more in harmony with his surroundings than when we first saw him. He was an interesting talker and told us all about the duties he had to perform as chief. One of the important ones was to look after the annuities at Washington. The school also at Belleview took some care, but the one thing that held his position for him was to put on the buckskin and join the men in their annual buffalo hunt." "When the country of the Omahas' was sold to the government, a colon}' came from Quinc\', 111., to seek a new and better home. On arriying at Belleview they found Logan Fontanelle, chief of the Omahas. He was a half breed, his father having been a Frenchman. Logan had been educated at St. Louis and was much more than ordinarily intelligent. * * * * * In the morning Logan, Joe LaFleche and Sansouci started on ahead chasing some elk. Logan fell in the rear and took a divergent course and was never seen alive by his companions. About this time the Omahas saw some Sioux riding Logan's pony with a small piece of his scalp dangling from one of their belts. * * * * * Passing down Beaver Creek six or seven miles they found the body, the breast pierced by seven arrows. ' * * He was buried at Belleview on July 1, 1855. - * * His influence over his tribe was supreme. He was intelligent enough to see the tendencies of the times. It is safe to say that if he had lived the Omahas would be on a much higher plane than is the case today." — History of Nebraska. "In 1810 the American Fur Company established a post at Belle view. In 1842 Colonel Peter A. Sarpy became agent at Belleview, and for thirty years was the leading spirit of the region. To this place the Indians for hundreds of miles around brought their furs and exchanged them for such luxuries as the white man had acquainted them with." — History of Nebraska. "Three of the sons of Gregoire Berald Sarp} became fur traders. The father is said to have been the first St. Louisian to take a keel boat up the Missouri. John B. Sarpy began as a clerk, but advanced until he was recognized as one of the foremost of the dominant spirits. Thomas L. Sarpy, a clerk at the Oglallah post, was killed by the ex plosion of fifty pounds of powder. Peter L. Sarpy was for years in charge of the post near Belleview, a few miles jjelow Omaha He was known popularly as 'Colonel Peter.' " — Histor\- of St. Louis. First Visit to Kossuth County Mr. Ingham has left no record of his journey from Council Bluffs in a northeasterly direction to Clear Lake, and his return from Clear Lake to Cedar Rapids. But speaking later of his determination to return to Northern Iowa he referred to his first view of the Des Moines valle}-: "I had alread}- seen a small section of the Des Moines valley above Fort Dodge only a few months before as I was traveling with a party of four on my way from Council Bluffs back to Cedar Rapids by way of Clear Lake. I was so favorably impressed at that time with general appearances, and the great abundance of game that I decided to have another look at it, haying in mind the possibility that some of the timber lands might \'et be open ;o cash or pre emption entr}'." Another of the reasons for his wish to return to the northern part of the state he gives in another connection: "The maps we brought with us showed a large body of pine lands along the northern border of the state, the countr\' being broken and hilh'. From these maps we had good reason to believe we should find lumber suitable for milling purposes, and also should find streams of clear, cold water, well stocked with trout. It is to be regretted that at least one of those old maps has not been preserved. As for mine I threw it in the fire, thinking that was the proper place for it, and I presume the others shared the same fate." Almost immediateh' upon his return to Cedar Rapids he evidently quitted all notions of government surveying, for he engaged Mr. D. E. Stine's interest in a timber claim, and in November of the same }ear (1854) they set forth. He writes: "About the middle of the month we were off on horseback, well prepared to tarry wherever night might find us. After a pleasant five days' journey we brought up before the old Wahkonsa House in Fort Dodge." It is to be remembered here that Fort Dodge had only recently been abandoned as a government fort — it \vas established in 1850 and abandoned in 1853 — the garrison going north to Fort Ridgely and Major William Williams, who bought the abandoned buildings, had barely made a beginning. At the old Wahkonsa Mr. Ingham met Edward McKnight of Mc- Knight's Point, north of the fort near the forks of the east and west branch of the Des Moines, and he told him of the timber prospects up the two rivers. The day following they went as far as McKnight's cabin, and there met Charles Bergh, one of the four settlers of what is now Humboldt County. In reply to their inquiries about game Mr. Bergh said there were many deer about but he had not been fortunate as a hunter. Accordingly a hunting party was organized and a deer was brought in in short order. The next day a call was made on the two other pioneers of Humboldt, August Zahlton and Christian Hackman, two Germans living in a dugout in the river bank near what is now Dakota City. It was August Zahlton, a veteran Prussian soldier, who the next year, in the little Algona set tlement, drew his rifle on Inkpadutah and asked if he should shoot. A shot at that time would have saved the Spirit Lake massacre. From McKnight's Point the jump was to the Call cabin in the woods south of the present townsite of Algona. Asa C. and Ambrose A. Call had gone north from Fort Dodge in July of that year, against the earnest advice of Major Williams and made a claim of the timber in the midst of which their cabin was erected. Here Asa C, or Judge Call, as he was always known, had brought his bride, one of the first white women to go so far north. As it happened Mr. Ingham and Mr. Stine were the first white persons to call at their cabin after her arrival. Mr. Call after entertaining them, guided them north to the Parrot cabin, just north of the Carey grove, and Parrot under took to conduct them to a beautiful grove on the Black Cat. Mr. Ingham named the creek after one he had known in New York, and this timber Mr. Stine at once claimed for himself. One of the tragedies of the frontier was enacted on the return trip to Cedar Rapids. Mr. Ingham had been accompanied by his dog "Frank". As he was leaving the Call cabin for the south Mrs. Call had said playfully, "I wish you would give me your dog." Mr. Ing ham had replied that he would wish no better master for him than. Mrs. Call, but indicated his affection by saying that he had refused a cash offer of $200 for him in Council Bluffs from a Mr. Bayliss. Many are the stories that were told of Frank's intelligence, and many the times when on a wager Mr. Ingham had dropped his pocketbook in the grass of those uncharted prairies and after going several miles had sent Frank back for it. The rest is told in Mr. Ingham's own words: "When near the A. J. Jones farm in Cresco township, our attention was called to a fine bunch of elk standing on a summit some distance away in a southwesterly direction. When about to pass them by a mile or more we decided to unload our surplus stuff at a section corner nearby and then try to capture one, or at least give them chase. We knew full well with our tired horses and the poor equipment we stood but little chance. When ready Mr. Stine bore around to the south, keeping a mile or more away, while I did the same to the north until we were opposite each other. We now rode slowly toward them, keeping down closely on our horses so as not to draw their attention. When I was not more than a half a mile away they took alarm and started off at a rapid pace in an easterly course and then bore off north and so around to the northwest. This gave me quite an advantage as I took the inner part of the large circle they were making and yet I could not lessen the distance be tween us. As they were passing by without any possible chance of my getting nearer I gave them a parting shot with the muzzle of my gun held well up and quite a distance in front, all by guess, as a person might throw a stone, and then waited, without the least hope of success. My surprise must be imagined when I saw the band quickly separated and one of the largest tumbled to the ground. The ounce ball had knocked him down but he soon regained his feet and then went on following the band that was still in sight. He became weary after going some three or four miles and made a stop in some tall grass. My dog, Frank, in the meantime had taken no interest ..,', reiv L. Seeley Writing of the nearly three years during which Putnam, Covell and Seeley were with him in the cabin, Mr. Ingham says: "During this time many things happened to test the make-up of each of us. I am unable to recall a single occasion when Seeley lost his courage or became despondent. Whether exposed to storms, or staying in camp, or engaging in the chase, it made little difference. Even if things seemed to be going against us we could rely on Seeley, as we familiarly called him. He was throughout life faithful to any trust committed to him. He was slow to accept an obligation, but once accepted full compliance was his purpose. His word was always to be depended upon. In all business matters he was strictly honorable." in the chase and appeared to be wondering xvhy I should, with an animal not covered with feathers, and that could not fly. He had followed on after us some twenty rods or more away. I now rode up carefully within short range of the wounded elk. Frank for some reason had come through the tall grass unnoticed by me to the op posite side, and as fate would have it, just at the moment I fired he sprang at the throat of the elk, causing him to raise his head, and so was shot instead. The elk rallied and went on again while Frank came to me. Mr. Stine, \vho had overtaken me, was pained to learn that Frank had been shot and hurried off on the chase. I stayed with one of the most intelligent and loyal dogs that I have ever known until his death." .Arriving at Cedar Rapids it soon became plain that however en thusiastically Mr. Stine might \ lew his timber prospects in the new north, Mrs. Stine had found her present home quite crude enough for her, and Mr. Stine, with some reluctance, announced that he would be compelled to give up going to Kossuth Cotint\'. Mr. Ingham then de cided to return and claim the gro\'e for himself, and persuaded Andrew L. Seeley to accompany him. They were driven north bv Joseph W. Moore, and arrived at the Parrot cabin on Januai}- 15, 1855. Here they laid plans for their cabin, \vhich was built on Section 24-96-29. While they \vere thus engaged they were invited to a house-warming bv Judge Call, who had just completed his new cabin, the first cabin erected on the town site of .Algona. Mr. Seeley writes: "I helped to raise the first house in Algona for A. C. Call. Had a good time. We were called on to help raise log houses from Irvington to Buffalo Fork." In another place .Mr. Ingham writes: "A few weeks later, the Parrot family, made up of himself, L}man Craw, Seeley and myself, were invited by Mr. Call to come the next morning and help in putting up his claim cabin. .As this was understood to be the first improvement to be made on or near the site of the new city to be, and the second cabin on the east side of the river an\'where abo\'e the Fort Dodge settlement, it became an important event, so that e\erybody in the county was present to help. By dinner time, Mrs. Call, with others, had spread a fine table that looked inviting to the boys from the cabins and there is no doubt that it was fully ap preciated. The cabin was finished early in the da} when one of the number remarked, 'We have had a right smart time,' and so we had. This cabin ivas soon after occupied by Judge and Mrs. Call for a home, so well remembered for its genial hospitality, until a much more pretentious frame building nearb\- took its place." Mr. Seele>- once wrote of this trip to Kossuth county, and adds some details not given by Mr. Ingham: "Some time the last of Decem ber, '54, W. H. Ingham wanted to see me at Cedar Rapids. I went down (from Benton county) and we agreed to make a trip to Kossuth county to stay one year, as we had been together some while I \vas in the Rapids. It took about two weeks to get things ready. We would counsel at night. Finally we got ever}thing we could "think of. As we were not scienced yet at cooking, of course, it took considerable figuring to get a year's supply of provisions. WeU, I thuik we did fine work. Finally the day was set for a start. We hired J. W. Moore as teamster and loaded up, which was interesting to us at least. As we were going 200 miles from market we substituted clay pipes for cigars. Stopping places were from 30 to 40 miles apart. The second day out Ingham killed a deer and it detained us so we were obliged to camp within 15 miles of the Iowa River. It was a pleasant night. The team got stuck in crossing a small stream at Fifteen-Mile Grove and we had to unload and I built up a good fire. We didn't load until morning, as we were obliged to go to the bottom for some thing to cook or cook with, and we did not propose to do any half- wa}' work. We had coffee to brown and venisoii to skin, but no potatoes to clean. We had got where they did not raise such things. In the morning we packed our kit and started northwest. We made to Honey Creek, stopped \vith Dills. The next day we came through Skunk Grove, the north side of the hill was all ice. The yvagon got ahead of the horses and the\' came down backward. \\'e stopped on the bottom below where \\'ebster City now stands. The next day we came to Fort Dodge, then nothing but the old fort buildings. Stopped with Miller; he lived in the old hoarding house. Corn was $2,110 per bushel. Next we stopped with McNight, near where Spring- vale was started. The night of the 25th of January, 1855, we stopped with the Calls, near wl-ere Chubbs live. J. W. Moore left us there. After unloading our load in their stock \ard and covering with ha}', we rolled our axes, saw and big auger in rubber blankets a;id tied them on the pon\' which we brought \vith us, which belonged to \A'. H. Ingham. That being the onl\' team we had to tie to and started for Parrot's shant}'. The first mishap was when we started to come down to the ri\'er south of Call's Ford. The pony made a misstep and away she went to the bottom of the hill. Of course, we thought she was a goner, but it was all right. It was snowing hard and the wind was blowing very hard. When we got on the ground near where the Court House stands we could not travel. We went back to the ravine and tO' the river where Blackford's Bridge is and followed the river till near the Black Cat Creek. Parrot's and Craw's shanty was at the edge of the grove, west of John Henry's house. The hoys were not living the best. One had a yoke of oxen, the other the wagon. Well, we wanted something to eat. We took pone for supper and breakfast, and then looked for a site for a cabin for ourselves. Ingham had claimed the grove where Reibhoff now lives. He claimed it in December, '54. There ^vas but little snow that winter. It made it very pleasant for us. We built us a cabin 14x18, covered it with shakes which were split out of a big oak tree. We moved on the 17th of February, 1855, using the pony for a team, hitched to a bob sled. \\'e got Craw and Parrot to splice to get our provisions up from Calls. I went with Craw while Ingham cut cabin logs. We killed wolves, foxes and coon. Of the latter we got 60, mink 26, two large timber wolves. We used our time in prospecting mostly after we got settled in business." An Indian Traveling Companion The Ingham-Seele} cabin was no sooner completed than Mr. Ing ham decided to explore the pine land country to the north. The winter of 1854-5 had been mild and open until March, which was wet and backward. But April came warm and dry and with low water in the streams was promising for purposes of exploration. It was not thought best for both the cabin builders to be away at the same time so Mr. Ingham sought to interest Mr. Parrot, but he also was alone and did not care to be so long absent from his cabin. Accordingly Mr. Ingham set off by himself on his pony, Flinka. He had lost his own dog and needed one for the trip and "Old Billy" Hill owning the dog that had been with Henry Lott when he killed the Indians at Bloody Run — a present from Lott as he was hastily leaving the coun try — it was thought that Hill's dog would be a considerable protection against the Indians. With somewhat suspicious haste "Old Billy" not only loaned the dog for the trip, but made a present of him. Mr. Ingham had spent some hours mapping out the lower course of Buffalo Fork where it enters the East Branch and had crossed Mud Creek not far from Bancroft now. What happened then is best told in his own words: "After crossing Mud Creek, which soon found its place on the new map, everything seemed to be working nicely for some two or three miles beyond, but as I was entering notes in the description book, the pony became startled. That attracted but little attention on my part, as these starts had been of frequent occurrence on seeing water-fowl or deer. But when the pony jumped again, nearh- throwing me off, I took a quick view from the right around to the river. Then follow ing further down to a point nearly back of the pony as it was stand ing, without seeing any elk or buffalo as was expected, my eye fell upon some 25 or more Indians coming on the full run. My surprise can readily he imagined, and when their terrifying yells were first heard I knew for the first time what it was to be really scared. A painful sensation of scalp raising was instantly followed by a feel ing of great weakness. Their yells were grovi'ing louder each time. The condition of the pony prevented my escape by riding away, so they must be met. For a moment I was greatly vexed for being so foolish as to come alone to be plundered and stripped, perhaps, by these thieving fellows, as the trappers had been on the Buffalo Fork only the fall before, or possibly fare even worse. Then the thought of returning with a report of this kind was too much, and rather than that I would meet them and fight it out, leaving an unwritten record if need be on the prairie. Their yells told me that they were nearby and there was no time now to be lost. Fortunately my courage and strength returned and the scare was off just in time. Mr. Seeley writes: "Ingham went through to Mankato in April Indians on Bloody Run. I took care of the cabin while he was gone, which was nine days. It was quite lonesome while he was gone. The with the pony and the dog Lott left in the country after killing those Indians were quite plenty them, although they were peaceable." I prepared at once to present as warlike an appearance as possible by bringing around in front a navy revolver and hunting knife, car ried on a belt, and turning the handle caps back so as to bring them into plain sight and easy to grasp if needed. Then cocking my double barreled gun and placing it across the saddle in front, I was in readiness for their reception. Only courage and a cool head were needed to make it possible to escape without harm. They were now nearby and soon gave their last howling yell at my back and then separated and closed about me in their most startling manner." Mr. Ingham met the band Avith a cool stare and the Indian greeting "Hoyv", but got no response. The Indians were busy taking an in ventory of his pony and outfit. It was only when he rather roughly brushed one of them aside who was la}'ing hands upon him that he got attention. "Now they all became quiet, seemingly waiting for some one to begin operations in securing their plunder. A few minutes passed by without a word or movement, which made it rather embarrassing. At this time I turned to the apparent leader standing nearby and told him 'We had better smoke'. With a grunt of acceptance he filled his large stone pipe with kinni-kinnick, (inner bark of red willow) lighted it with spunk, flint and steel, took a couple of puffs, handed it to me, when a puff or two was taken, not unpleasant to the taste, and then offered to a large stout fellow at my left." This big Indian was not paying attention to the ceremony, and Mr. Ingham handing him the pipe, hit him a sound thwack on the chest with it, which was heard by all the others. They broke into a loud laugh at his expense, this and the time taken to refill the pipe relieved the immediate tension and a friendly conversation was begun. "I now asked them how many there were in camp on the river. The leader at once replied: 'Sioux-o-ta,' (many Sioux) at the same time looking up the river and then north, each time repeating his reply. Seeing he was trying to have me think the country was full of Sioux, I told him there were W^a-se-cha-o-ta (many whites) coming up the river, and tried to impress on his mind that there were fully as many of them as he had pictured Sioux In his imagination. At this he wanted to know where I was going. I told him up the river, and then to Mankato. I now showed him the map I was making of the river and asked him to help fill it out, by marking its course on a bare spot of ground nearby, while I would fill it in on the map. Feeling secure in getting off I took a weed and gave him a lesson in drawing on the ground and found him to be an apt scholar. Several of the brightest ones became very much interested in the map making. Mr. Ingham always credited his escape from being robbed by the Indians to his bold front. It was no part of Indian strategy to be killed. The man who had courage to take aim at one Indian could hold twenty of them at bay. The Indian counted any battle an occasion for mourning if a few of his own comrades were killed, no matter what loss was inflicted on the enemy. The Indian would wait for many days to catch his enemy unawares. This was not from cowardice. It was Indian strategy, dictated probably by the small number of available warriors. fiequently suggesting changes in the work. The east fork was mapped out to its head with a showing of Tnttle's Lake, while the west branch was extended into Minnesota. Mud Lakes were shown on the new map, also the Center and East Chain. The Blue Earth river was drawn from its source to the Minnesota, all of which proved to be quite correct. They now told me there were no waterfalls in any of the streams, nor any large groves of timber away from the Blue Earth river; also that there was no timber between us and the Blue Earth nor any mountains. Ha\'ing gotten all the information needed I thanked them for their help and started on my way." It was at this point that "Bill}" Hill's Ind'an dog proved what sort of Indian fighter he was. As Mr. Ingham rode away he turned to see if the dog was following and found him seated with the Lidians and refusing to leave them. Determined then that he \vould not go back without verifying the Indian map, and concluding in any event that it was as safe to go forward as to turn, Mr. Ingham rode on toward Armstrong's Grove. He camped that night near the grove, but for obv'ous reasons did not fall asleep. Earl}' sunrise found him \vell on his way. As he was nearirg Iowa Lake, on the state line a sudden April snow squall overtook him. He Avas walking ahead and leading Flinka, when suddenly the pony rushed onto him. By this time any hint was enough. Quickly drawing his revolver he faced about to find a single Indian follo\ving his trail \vith head down and blanket up to protect him from the snow. The Indian was almost on the pony's heels before he looked up to find himself facing a gun barrel. "At once I recognized my map-maker of the day before, more from his form and general appearance than from his face, as that was badly disfigured by war paint. He at once demanded tobacco and got a prompt Wun-in-cha (no). Then whiskey, powder and lead were called for, each time getting the same repl\'. Just at this time some geese nearby made the'r presence known when he asked to ex change guns, telling me he could only nepo-wun-cha (kill one) with his, \vhile with mine he could nepo-num-pa (kill t-wo). This b?Ing refused he excitedh' called out: 'Ho-nepo-shak-o-pee' (kill si.\), and at the same time cauglit the handle of my nav}' revolver, while I with my left hand instantly caught the light yielding coyer over the cylinder preventing him from draiving it out, at the same time giving him a A'iolent push with my right, breaking his hold from the handle; and following up fortunately threw him over backwards. In a moment a cocked re\'olver was being held on him and when I think how near it came 'going off', and what the consequences might have been, I am thankful for that second thought which held me hack. Several mi:uites were spent, however, in loud talking to him in not the best of spirits and in words that might be considered somewhat profane. Not know ing just what I should do next, I told him to get up, pick up his gun, turn his face to the wind, and walk toward the grove at the lake and not look back at the risk of being shot. In this way we traveled some two miles, and during the time he was frequently commanded to be very careful as to his conduct. On reaching a small ravine leading to Iowa Lake he started off on a brisk run, following it down until he disappeared around a bend, much to mv relief." But Mr. Ingham did not feel that this was the end, and as he was sitting on a boulder eating his lunch, he kept a keen eye on the lake shore. At last he noticed something that looked like a stump, but seemed to move. He soon discovered it was his Indian. "Thinking it would be much safer to have him with me than fol lowing on my track I signalled him to come up, and after several attempts and many stops on his part, he finally reached me and squatted down on a rock nearby. While away he had cleaned up his face and came back appearing very much the same as when we were at work on the map the day before. When offered something to eat he was rather slow in accepting, and seemed somewhat surprised, but soon took to it in real Indian fashion Avithout further ceremoiu'. He now became very talkative, and I learned for the first time that my guest and map-maker was none other than Umpashotah, and nothing now was left undone on his part to make himself agree able. During our stay here I learned man\' Sioux words, names of animals, numerals, etc., making quite an addition to m\' small stock on hand, which helped out In our conversations afterward. He took quite an interest in my double barreled gun and wanted to know how it was loaded. One barrel being loaded with shot, and ha\'ing none with me, I took out an ounce ball that fitted it and showed it to him. which seemed to he satisfactory. He told me that he also wanted to go to Mankato and would go with me, which I urged h'm to do, although well knowing that I would not be likely to suffer from too much sleep on the way. "All being ready we were off on the trail leading north, with him in the lead where every motion could be seen. When getting opposite the heavy black walnut timber in the grove south of Silver Lake the trail turned to the west and entered the woods. Not knowing yvhere it went to and fearing it might lead to an Indian camp, I stopped and asked him: '\\Mi\' do we not keep on going north in place of going -west?' He told me there was a stream \ve could not cross without getting wet and so we must go around the lake. Not knowing how this "was I thought it best to follow him, however unsafe, as it would not do to show any fear or distrust, and I told him to go on. "After traveling some little ways in the dark, lonely woods he stopped and called my attention to some crows on a tree top In front and asked me to shoot one. WMten told to shoot one himself he ap peared to be very much amused at the thought of h's killing one, as it was not at all probable he could have done so with h's old rifle in making twent\' shots. In m\' condition of mind there was no time to be wasted in the woods, so we hurriedl}' passed on through, making the trip of a mile or more, to me, of greater anxiety than ever traveled before. When Ave reached the outer edge we noticed a flock of mallard ducks in a small pond at the edge of the trail. He again stopped, and wanted me to shoot one for supper. I told him if he would shoot I would, and so slipping up under cover, within easy range, I told him to fire when I counted and said three, which he fully understood. At the word he fired and missed as I was sure he would When the ducks had risen some thirty feet above the water the shot barrel of my gun was fired, killing one, which fell in the pond some distance from shore. I tried to have him go out and get it, which he refused to do, saying the water was too cold. This proved to be fortunate, as he was not able to find out that it had not been killed by a single bullet. This was my chance to guy him a little and Impress upon his mind that he was a very poor shot, telling him that he did not hit one while sitting in the water while he had seen me shoot one flying, and as he understood It, with a ball. If he had any doubts, when he saw me reload with the large ball I had shown him, they were all removed, so that from now on he manifested much greater respect for the wasecha with whom he was traveling. For some reason, not understood at the time, he would not reload his gun, and did not while he was with me. Our trail now led along around the shore of Silver Lake and through the burr oak openings lying between this and Perch Lake. ITpon noticing some witness marks made the year before by the surveyors, he called out Sioux, and began seeing very many signs all about him, as if the country was full of Indians. I paid no attention to him and he soon stopped trying to frighten me. The trail now wound around Perch Lake to its eastern side, from where we traveled north, not far from the finest chain of lakes in all the northwest. At this time they were alive with ducks, geese, pelicans and swan scattered about over the waters, making a picture so well remembered by the early settlers. "The sun was about setting when we reached the lake south and west of Fairmont so that a camping place must be chosen and prepara tions made for the night. Umpashotah now wanted to go to the grove nearby, telling me he always camped in the woods, while I told him we must stop on the prairie. We soon got to a high tract of land on the lake shore, fringed with a row of red cedar trees, the lower limbs of which were dead. There could be no better place to spend the night than right here. The pony was turned loose, while we gathered the dry cedar limbs for our camp fire, and also cut quite a quantity of dry grass for the pony through the night, as well as for our own use for bedding. A fire was now started a short distance from a small oak tree where the pony could be tied, and as the air was quite chilly I took the windward side of the fire, next to the tree, while he was to have the opposite side. Night had now come on and after supper we prepared our camping places. ITsing the saddle and all loose articles for a pillow and then spreading out the blankets over the bed of dry grass I certainh' had a fine preparation for sleep, while he on his side had plenty of grass. After quite an interesting talk, with a jumble of Sioux and English words and many signs he took out his pipe for a smoke, while I quietly thought over what had happened and figured out what I must do to free myself of his company without harm, if possible, to either. "He had tried to plunder me through fright at first, then by meet ing me in war costume all alone in the storm. Now he assumed the character of a friend and no one could ask for a more willing com panion. When he took his empty gun and his hatchet some six rods away and laid them down in the grass I knew full well that it all was intended to make me feel secure and encourage me to enjoy a good night's rest. The pony was tied up for the night, my gun was laid on the blankets just back of where I was Intending to lie, lo that when the blankets were turned up over me it could not well be taken out, and I was ready for the all night watch. He on his side had taken his last smoke and then told me he was very tired and sleepy and so curled down on his bed of grass and soon fell asleep. Lying down 1 brought the blankets over me In such a way as to nearly cover my face, only leaving a small place to peek out and with my revolver handy for use, the great sleeping farce began. "At about 10 o'clock, perhaps, he was sleeping very soundly, judg ing from the noise, whei? I too heing "ta' •'n-e^i "ind sleepy fell asleep as he did, and if an outsider had been present it might have been difficult to have told which one was having the soundest sleep. It Avas not long after this, however, before his sleep became disturbed and he quietly raised up to a sitting position and took another smoke, which seemed to break up sleep on my side. Thinking it had gone quite far enough to suit me, I too woke up and stirred up the fire, when he suddenly became veYv sleepy again and soon dropped off into a sound and noisy sleep. Again about 1 o'clock, thinking I was asleep, he rose up, looked about and was permitted to go still further, when it seemed best for me to wake up again, much to his surprise. Again, after taking a smoke, he was sleepy and 'was soon in a sound sleep, and so was I apparenti}' in the same kind of sleep until about 4 o'clock, when he again became disturbed and had to get up. This time I slept until he had passed around toward the pony out of my s'ght when again m}' sleep was broken, much to his disappointment. As he came hack to the fire, which I was starting up, I plainly told him I should go no farther with such nonsense. He told me I had not been asleep, and I told him I ahva}'s slept \vith one e\'e open. I told him further that he would find he could not get an}thing I had a\va\', and that he would he fortunate if he ever got back to his friends In camp. "Morning being near I did not dare risk l}'ing down again as I might posslbh' fall asleep, and so I put In the time scolding and talk ing to him in a wa}' that would discourage him from going any farther with me. At the break of day breakfast was served and rather a light meal was offered to him. As I 'was getting ready to start he told me his feet were sore and that he would have to mend his "hompa" (moccasin) before going farther and asked for a piece of the buffalo saddle cover, which was rcdily given to him for the pur pose. It now being light, a grove at the north some fifteen miles awa}' toward the \\^atonwan was seen. I told him if he still 'wanted to go to Mankato to be sure and go to that grove, and then left him busy at work on his "hompa" much to the relief of one well tired of an Indian traveling companion. Going beyond where Fairmont is now located I turned to the east and In due course of time reached the Blue Earth river. Following down the valley through the hea-vy timber until the middle of the afternoon, I found a pleasant spot for a good night's rest. 1 stopped. The pony was turned loose, sup per was over and now I slept for the first time since leaving home, and Sioux or no Sioux had but little to do wth me that night." Mr. Ingham In the morning took his course north, and at evening came to the cabin of a Mr. Hill on the Le Seuer river, where he was Pipe of Umpashotah. This Pipe was given to Mr. Ingham b\' Umpashotah in 1856 and was taken to New York by him in 1857 and given to his sister, In whose family It was preserved. It Is a fine specimen of Indian work with lead and pipestone. received with such demonstration that he was led to ask about it and learned that he was the first white man they had seen since the August before. Mr. Hill escorted Mr. Ingham to Mankato in the morning. The day following Mr. Ingham turned south to Crystal Lake, where he found two cabins occupied, from there he went to the Watonwan river. His last day's journey was through the region where he had expected to find the pine lands: "Before light in the morning I was off, going directly south, which would lead me through the heart of the mountains and pine lands, as shown on the map, but after crossing the boundary line, the posts of which were set in 1852, I found instead, almost endless marshes of peat. After backing out of a pocket it was plain to he seen I could not reach home if this should occur again, and so when in another I was pleased to learn the bottom had not thawed out so but that I could wade across, and from now on the course was kept with but few exceptions. As this was to be a long jaunt for one day I did not ride the pony and turned it loose to follow with the luggage." The day's travel covered some forty miles: "One of the hardest of all my experience, and for the first time I was really tired." The pipe of U mpasliotali ivith Indian sten Harvey Ingham. Noil' in possession of Capturing Baby Elk After this adventure the occupants of the new cabin had hardly got adjusted before, in June, the arrival of Thomas C. Covell, Charles E. Putnam and Doctor Wilmans, who had come from Cedar Rapids to capture some baby elk, set everything astir. "Their outfit consisted of what was later known as 'Covell's Mules', one lumber wagon with crate, one riding horse, one Oregon pony and a fresh cow for supplying milk for the young calves when caught. Thinking we should be able to tell them where they would be most likely to find elk they came to us for directions. On looking over the different locations where water could be found, it seemed quite probable that the west branch of the Des Moines would be the better field, as there were no settlers to travel along the river to disturb the elk or keep them back as on the east branch." Mr. Ingham then gives a picture of life on the West Des Moines that seems far enough away to us today : "This being decided they invited me to go with them. And when all was ready we started out the next day following up the Black Cat Creek. Three of us being on horseback, we spread out a mile or more apart so we covered a belt, with the aid of glasses, some five or six miles in width. We found no signs the first day out and camped over night on the creek in 97-30. The next morning we kept the general course of the stream as far as we found water where they would be likely to come for drink, without seeing any signs. "When in Palo Alto County we took a northwesterly course and soon after noticed a tent in the distance which evidently belonged to a surveying party and galloped down towards it. We saw some one going in and out in quick succession and now and then peering out from behind the tent, and seemingly greatly excited, so much so that we hurried on in order to relieve him as quickly as possible. "On reaching the tent he told us he took us to be Indians and hardly knew what to do; that it was the camp of Mr. Cyrus C. Car penter, then so well known in ofltcial life. We also learned there had been no reports in camp of seeing elk with their young. As the timber on that branch now loomed up in plain sight we took a direct course from here to the nearest grove. After crossing the Cylinder Creek we met with the first fresh signs of elk and a few miles farther on quite a number were seen. Preparations were carefully made for the chase by stripping off everything that could he spared and on riding up near them they were all found to have their calves with them. Covell picked out a large fine calf which, with its mother, led off in a southeasterly course, while the doctor's choice trotted off towards the river at a rattling pace. I kept with Covell, as our ponies were quite evenly matched, while the doctor had a fast runner. Of course, I could have no hand in the capture, as the value of the Mr. Ingham adds after describing his quick run to relieve the tent owner of alarm: "Lewis H. Smith was one of the party, but he was off at another part of the work and I did not meet him at that time." young elk with both Covell and the doctor was largely in having caught them. "After a long chase by Covell, his elk went into a patch of tall grass and weeds and when the doe went out on the farther side without her calf, we knew it had been hidden away. Fortunately Covell soon found its whereabouts and when the wagon came up it was loaded in the crate. We now started hack to find the doctor, and after several miles travel his signal was noticed away to the north- yvest. On getting near him Covell shouted out he had gotten his calf. And was more than surprised when the doctor shouted hack he had three. Usually the doctor was very neat in appearance, hut now he appeared without collar or necktie, suspenders, or shirt sleeves, and the greater part of a once nicely laundered shirt all gone. We could only think of his haying passed through a young cyclone. He now Captain Charles /;. Putnam. Written by Captain Putnam for the Upper Des Moines: "It will be forty-two years in May (1897) since I landed at the little old cabin built by Captain Ingham and Mr. Seeley (A. L. Seeley) on the Black Cat. And while my life has seen many varied }ears since, I think those three on the frontier were the happiest, because of youth, and the absence of all care and responsibility. When I recall the years so long ago, the memory of the incidents of that life so fills my mind that it would, with elaboration, make a book. But it is the memorv told us when the first calf lay down he tied Its feet with his necktie and handkerchief, then marked the spot with a white flag fastened to a tall resin weed. The next one when overtaken was treated In much the same way, using his suspenders, while the third came near using up his stock of material for tying and flagging purposes. We now soon reached his nearest flag and found the calf all right and went on to the next and so to the third. \\'hen all were loaded we took a direct course for the nearest timber, presuming it to be on the river, where we would he likely to find a good camping place for the night. On reaching water we discovered that we were on a lake some distance from the river. (Medium Lake.) As night came on without any air stirring, we found something else that did stir and made us stir as well. Not only the hum of the little tormentors was heard through the night, but untold numbers of Blue Heron nesting of the home-life in that little cabin which remains most distinctly In my mind. And while, of course, I remember in general the move^ ments of the Indians and the events which transpired, I was too young to appreciate the fact that we were making history. "Craw and Linderman, Avho had built a cabin over on the East Fork, about two miles from the Ingham claim, occasionally made us a call, when we would send them home laden with game or fish to enrich their scanty larder. It was early in June Avhen we told them if they would come over some night we would give them all the fish that they could carr\' home. They responded one moonlight evening when the fish were 'running' well. We all went down to the ford, a few rods above the mouth of the creek. The water at the ford was shallow, and It was difficult for the larger fish to pass over It. Craw and Linderman were told to take off their hoots, roll their pants, and wade to the middle of the creek at the ford, while Seeley and myself went below to drive the fish up stream. Armed with sticks we went 'where the 'water was deep, and started toward the expectant fisherme.i, striking the water with our sticks, driving e\'erything before us. W^hen the school of fish, many of them so large that the^' were half out of the water, came to the ford Craw and Lindermai began the slaughter. Grabbing them with their hands they excitedly thre'vv them to the banks, Ingham, who laughed from a safe shelter, after wards declaring that they threw the fish eighty feet in the air. We continued to thrash the water until we had nearly drowned the poor fellows. Then 'with their fish strung on w'thes and hangi:'.g from a pole, the happy fishermen, drenched to the skin, started home. And I was afterwards told that the\' had fresh fish, and fish not so fresh, all summer. "Poor Craw, I wonder In what vlne}'ard he is working now. He was of a very religious turn of mind, guileless and innocent of the world as a child. Once when he comolalned of the unreliability of the weather prognostications of Ayer's almanac, and was told that he must not expect correct predictions of the weather in a country that had not been surveyed, he accepted the explanation as good logic, and was never heard to criticise the weather man again." Mr. Seeley writes: "In April, Covell and C. E. Putnam came up from the Rapids and stopped with us. In May Dr. Wilmans came up to take an elk calf hunt. We got four fawn and one deer. I took a pair of eagles at the south end of Medium Lake, where Emmets- burg is. He left here with three elk calves, one fawn, deer, a pair of eagles, one of owls, several blue and white heron in a cage made of linn bark, on his wagon. We did not do very much until fall but prospect." in the woods, kept up a continual racket, so much so there was but little sleeping. The next morning we christened the grove Bird Land and the water Bird Land Lake. "The doctor now went to work teaching the calves to drink and after rather an interesting time made out fairly well. Having all the calves that could be kept alive with one cow, the hunt was now over, so after loading in some wood the team started back for camp on the Cylinder, making a short drive that the calves might rest and become better acquainted with their new surroundings. Covell and myself rode over to the river and then followed it down to the mouth of the Cylinder. The river bottom was almost alive with elk and at no time could we look off without seeing them. Fresh buffalo signs were also plenty all along the river where they had gone down for water. From here we followed up the creek to camp where everything was in order for the night. We noticed elk with their young all about in the distance, and if we had wanted several loads of the young m'ght have been taken. "The doctor built a large cage of poles for his wagon with an opening through which he could pass to his pets. Before he started his cage held the three elk calves, a young fawn we had running about the cabin, a pair of Blue Heron, and a nest of large eyed owls, found near the cabin, so it made quite a menagerie. When they went away we had no hint of their probable return, so when a few weeks later Putnam and Covell came back to take claims, we were well pleased with our calf-hunt. During the fall Covell brought back one of the elk which had grown to be a fine thrifty animal. In a few days it was turned out to care for itself. It would wander some dis tance from the cabin but always came back at a rattling pace at sight of a wolf or dog. If the cabin door was open it never stopped short of the furthest corner of the room. It had never seen anyone in woman dress, and when the families began to come it took great dislike to women and children, which it would show by lowering its head, protruding its nose, and with flattened ears and exposed teeth would advance with a mincing step that was very terrifying. The elk was penned, but no pen was high enough to hold it if the top were open, so we made a covered pen. Finally Covell sold it to some passers, who hitched it by a halter to the sleigh to lead. They got as far as Four-Mile Creek when, with a sudden bound, the elk broke its neck. The old settlers who knew her never forgot Covell's pet elk." Mr. Putnam tells the story of one of the incidents of Elk life: "As I approached the well, a hole in the ground, a few rods from the cabin my hair bristled at the sounds of distress which came from the well. I rushed back to the cabin with the news that somebody was drowning. Four would-be heroes went forth to the rescue. After an hour of very damp and slippery work, strong arms had raised Nellie, the pet elk — the baby of our household — from what might have been a watery grave. She was taken to the cabin fire and by vigorous rubbing, her life was saved, only to end in a violent death the next fall." Hunting Buffalo in Iowa It was in the summer of this }ear (1855) that Mr. Ingham and his cabin party shot the only buffalo known to have been killed in Kos suth County. Mr. Ingham had visited Cedar Rapids again, and while there had bought a high-sp'rlted mare for his own use, which, with Flinka and another pony, bought in Council Bluffs the year before, outfitted the party. Just as they were setting out on the hunt it was discovered ihat they were short one pair of spurs and Mr. Ingham gave Mr. Seele}' one of the Oregon spurs bought with Flinka. This should be noted because this distrhution of spurs led later to a curious identification of the spot where the buffalo was killed. The party had reached Buffalo C^rove in Hancock County at about noon. Mr. Ingham writes: "After lunching, and while we were taking it easy on the grass and talking about our prospects, our surprise can hardly be imagined when on looking around to the north we saw a big bull buffalo walk ing slowly down towards us, with the wind. He soon went down out of sight when another followed over the ridge, and then another, until seven had passed. We were thoroughly awake by this time and quickly picked up our short range guns, and waited for them to come over the ridge nearer by. They did not come as we expected right into our camp, so we carefully slipped up a few rods and found they had turned and were on their way down a ravine to a small lake which lies just west of the grove. Our horses were now hurried up and saddled and everyth'ng put in order for a chase as soon as the buffaloes should reach suitable ground. Keeping back out of sight, we watched them until they reached the water, where they had a fine playing spell after drinking, after which they wandered along the north shore of the lake and so around to the west side, where they clambered out and took a very slow gait in a westerly course leading up to higher ground in the distance. On their way they made many short stops to feed. During this time we went around the north end of the lake and kept on after them far enough away so as not to attract their attention until thev should get some distance from the lake and from the low lands about it. "After getting some three miles out they stopped and were soon busy playing and rolling in the dirt about a large gopher mound, so common to the prairie at that time. This gave us a fine chance, by leaning down close to the necks of our horses and following each other up a swale of tall grass, to get quite near them, not over fifteen rods away. We stopped for a moment, considering whether we had better shoot them while standing so near by or start them on the run and then take one or more fairly in the chase. To us they had so far appeared to he slow motioned and stupid animals, and no doubts had entered our minds about our horses being able to easily overtake them at any time we might choose. As we were out for all Mr. Ingham yvrites: "In the following year (1856) I sold Flinka and the outfit from Oregon to Seeley who kept the pony until she died at the ripe age of 28 years." the sport that might be gotten out of our first buffalo hunt, It only took a moment to decide what we should do. Rushing out of the grass we crowded our horses under the spurs to their full speed, while three of the buffaloes were lying on their backs rolling and twisting their bodies in the dirt, expecting to get vet} near them before they could get started. It was only a moment before the standing ones were off, and when we saw the others roll ()\'er and gain their feet so quickly and then with heads down all bunch together for a stampede, our former faith in being able lo catch them gave \vay to many doubts. Unfortunately for us they led off over low, wet land and gained on us almost from the start. \\'hen about a (piarter of a mile in the lead they went splashing across a peat marsh with but little hindrance, ow ing to their low briskets, where we could not follow Avith our horses." As the t\vo Indian ponies ran well together, Seeley and Co'.'ell bore off to the right to go around the marsh, while Mr. Ingham on his racing mare bore to the left. As fortune Avould have it the buffaloes soon swung towards the south and west, and Mr. Ingham rode directly to the south. After going some four miles he thought he must have missed them altogether and so turned to rejoin his com panions when he saw the buffaloes some miles a\vav, remaking their way to the grove from which they had started. If they kept then- course they Avould cross Mr. Ingham's path about a mile away, and he accordingly crowded his mare to the meeting place. He writes: ''As I got near them and in plain sight I was much pleased with the nerve shown by m\' new horse. I had not noticed that she had been giving her whole attention to the gound in order to get good footings, and had not seen the buffaloes. At this time they seemed to be one immense animal and their front was well calculated to test the courage of the best horse, as they were rapidU' nearing us. She had shown no signs of fear so far and the wind being favorable, I ventured up within easy range, just as they were about to pass. I had stopped to shoot when my surprise can hardly be imagined on hearing a loud, shrill whistle from the mare, such as usually Is made h}' a horse when frightened, and then she turned qnickh', iiearl}' throwing me to the ground. From now on my ride was perilous, as she went plunging across the sloughs and over whatever she found in her way. This lasted for some two miles, when I managed to quiet 'her. The course taken fortunately led towards the boys, yvho were found waiting for me." It was a tired and disgusted party of hunters that came late that night within range of the light glimmering through the one-sash cabin window. But Putnam had a good supper prepared for them and they were soon lost to the discomforts of the da}'. Two weeks \vere no\%' devoted lo getting the horses In the best Ml'. Ingham writes: "From the chase we had learned that the buffaloes were long, strong runners when stampeded; we also learned that catching them \vith horses on the great dry plains of the west was something c|uite unlike catching them on the low, wet lands of Northern Iowa." possible condition, when the arrival of a party of hunters fr(un Marshall County determined the course of events. This party had been hunting on the west branch without success, and was on its way to the head waters of the Boone and Iowa rivers to try their luck there. Mr. Ingham and his friends believing these strangers might set the buffaloes in motion, and that bv going again to Buffalo CJroA'e they might be in the line of retreat, they immediately set forth. They spent the first day without seeing any buffaloes and camped for the night in the grove. Next morning seeing no buffaloes they went north toward the headwaters of Buffalo Fork with the thought of following the creek down to the east branch and so home. When within about three miles of the creek and not far from the east line of Kossuth County, they discovered far to the south a long line of buffaloes, prob ably forty or fifty, coming leisurely north. As they came up to about directly west the hunters allowed their horses to be seen and at once the buffaloes bunched for a stampede. The ground was hard and the horses had no trouble in shortening the distance between them, Mr. Ingham's Kate now showing the sporting blood of a hunting mare. But unfortunately the buffaloes reached the fork at a point where a beaver dam had held back a considerable body of water, into which they plunged, the first one going down out of sight, the others tumbling on top until the narrow dam was filled with struggling buffaloes. The men riding at the top of the hank fired as well as they could from plunging horses, until they had shot seventeen bullets into the solid mass, not more than four or five rods in width. As the buffaloes finally reached the other bank one of them showed symptoms of distress and wandered away from the herd down the fork, but the others, some of them plainly wounded, went on to the north. The men then plunged into the deep water and their horses swam across. At this point we must know that the spur Seeley had was tied with a string of tanned deer hide, as was also Covell's saddle, and remember that tanned deer hide when wet is almost as elastic as rubber. The horses had hardly scrambled to the bank and their riders taken note of the direction of the buffalo retreat, when Flinka came to a stop and Seeley discovered that his spur was gone. That ended his part in the chase, for although he used his ramrod heartily, the pony was of no mind to hunt unless well spurred. Mr. Ingham then tells the story: "Covell and I went on, leaving Seeley to hunt for the lost spur. When about one and one half miles farther on, the cinch fastening on Covell's saddle gave way and was lost in consequence of the soaking During 1905 R. I. Garden of Tracy, Iowa, came forward with a proposal to give $50 for proof that Iowa was ever the home of the buffalo. On June 17 of that year Mr. Garden came to Algona to be confronted with witnesses. "Uncle JImmie" Dickerson was brought from Britt, Ambrose A. Call, David A. Haggard and Mr. Ingham were produced as witnesses. Mr. Garden confessed judgment and offered to pay. It was finally agreed that he should give "Uncle Jimmie" $10 for expenses and the rest would he remitted. The event brought out a statement from Professor C. C. Nutting of the State University, who said: "I do not hesitate to make the positive assertion that the buffalo has inhabited Iowa." Mr. Ingham and "Uncle Jimmie" Dickerson. James Dickerson, "Uncle Jimmie," as he was familiarly called, the real pioneer of the north-central part of Iowa, was an Indianian by birth and came to Iowa in 1834. In 1851 with Captain Hewitt he ventured out to Clear Lake. Here the doughty couple captured buf falo and elk calves for the market, making frequent trips to the Des Moines and even as far as Spirit Lake In those early years. Fort Dodge was located in 1850. North and west there was no one, and north and east no' one until Chickasaw County was reached. It was at Dickerson's cabin that the settlers gathered in 1854, when Cosomenah's band killed the Winnebago boy, and caused the great scare that de populated the country as far south as Marshall County. It was at Dickerson's house also that the Sioux made their last appearance, as far east as Clear Lake, in June, 1855, when the famous "grindstone war" occurred. it got while crossing the dam, so he too was obliged to quit the chase, and went back to Seeley and joined with him in looking for tlie spur. About the time Covell dropped out of the chase, the buffalo turned and circled around to the Little Buffalo, then down that stream to Buffalo Fork, and so up on the north side, passing not far from the present site of Titonka. On their way they met the wounded buffalo that had turned out at the crossing of the dam, and when about a quarter of a mile beyond, one of the wounded turned out and went to some tall grass at the side of the dam and stopped. "After leaving Covell, I kept in the inner part of the large circle the buffalo had made and only near enough to be able to see that none of the wounded ones dropped out. The day was very warm, which told on the buffalo as well as on our horses, so that it did not take much running on the part of my horse to keep them in sight. After the wounded buffalo turned out, the herd went on between the boys and the dam, when Seeley took a parting shot, wounding one more. About this time I had cut across and reached the boys. Covell was not an experienced gunner and we had never seen him kill anything with his small gauge, breech-loading rifle, so we told him to go down and kill the buffalo while Seeley and I would try and find the spur. "When he got within some three or four rods, he got off from his pony and fired at the buffalo standing broadside, with no effect that we could see. After he had made four shots without any signs from the buffalo, I told Seeley he had better go down and help Covell out or the buffalo m'ght get away. By the time Seeley got near the buffalo Covell had managed to get in some eight shots in all, with the buffalo still standing. When Seeley's gun went off the buffalo dropped, and then we were sure of one at least. "By this time the herd was some distance away with three wounded buffalo straggling along together some ways behind. I now started on after them, expecting to make a quick and easy capture of the entire The Lost Spur Mr. Ingham writes: "After 1856 the settlements began. Among the early settlers was R. L. Lamoreaux, on the northwest quarter of 1-97-27, in Buffalo Township, near Titonka. While backsetting some sod Mr. Lamoreaux found a spur, that gave rise to many conjectures. The news was brought to Mr. Seeley and then to me, and we arranged to look into the matter. Soon after Mr. Seeley went to the Lamoreaux place, taking the spur he had kept all the years and soon found they were mates. They were of brass, and of rather unusual shape, and there could be no m'stake. Thus the spur lost in the hunt of 1855 was found in 1887. The finding of this spur located the place where the buffalo crossed the beaver dam, and where the first and only buffalo killed bv settlers of Kossuth county, was taken." lot. When I got within some sixty rods of them my horse all at once broke down and was unable to go any farther; at this I jumped off and started on after them on foot, and when I had gained about half the distance I too became so heated that I was in no condition to shoot except at close range, and stopped for a moment to rest. With an old fashioned muzzle loader I was not in the best shape for defense in case they should turn on me, and at the thought of what might hap pen to me when away from my horse if I should get their attention, it did not take long for me to conclude that one buffalo was all we needed, and more than we could possibly use. As I watched them for a few minutes I yvell remember how I longed for a fresh horse. If some person could have been there with one for sale he would undoubtedly have found a quick buyer at his own price. As it was, I turned from the last Avild buffalo I have ever seen, and went back to m}' horse and then to the bo}'S." The Upper Des Moines of Algona, telling the story of this hunt, added this item: "T^hey skinned their one buffalo and taking one quarter moved down to where Ashuelot was platted, near where the John Chapin farm is In Portland Township, and camped for the night. In honor of the hunt they named the creek Buffalo Fork. Dur ing the night the beaver, who were building a dam, made such a racket that tired as they were the hunters were disturbed in their sleep. The beaver are gone and the buffalo have disappeared not only from Kossuth County hut from the face of the earth. The pioneers who knew them are also passing." .Mr. Ingham was persuaded to write his stor}' of the buffalo hunt by Miss Ella Graham, who founded the Titonka Topic. Mr. Ingham had been asked to suggest a name for the new town being platted in Buffalo Township, and Titonka natural !}¦ suggested itself, that being the Sioux for Buffalo (Big Black). Prefacing his story he writes: "In the second chase one buffalo was killed and several were badly wounded in a short distance from where Titonka now is, owing to this the stream has since been known as Buffalo Fork, and the township as Buffalo. Now with a new railroad town springing up, as if by magic, near the scene of that hunt, it seems quite appropriate that its name also should be 'Buffalo' as the Sioux spoke it." Mr. Ingham writes: "On getting back to the cabin our buffalo meat seemed to have lost its flavor of the night before, and so far I ha\e never found any since quite equal to that we roasted on sticks before the fire at our camp on Buffalo Fork." .Mr. Ingham \vrites: "During the night we were frequently dis turbed by the noise of the beavers as the\' would strike the "water with their broad tails. Only those 'lyho have heard them can know what a racket they can keep up when a neighbor Avants to go to sleep." Mr. Seeley writes: "We spent most of our time hunting large game. We killed one buffalo on Buffalo Fork and around the creek we saw 100.^ It was a fine sight to see. \\'e had seen 14 once before at Buffalo Grove. I think we scared them out of this country, as that was the last I ever saw of them." Last View of Umpashotah The year 1856 was an eventful year for the occupants of the Ingham cabin. It was in that year that everybody attended the cabin raising for Father Taylor down on the townsite of Algona, an-.l while there that Judge Call had persuaded Mr. Ingham to sell his claim to two families, the Reibhoffs and the Moores. The Schencks had already located. Mr. Ingham went across to the river and bought the Lyman Craw claim, on which he lived until he mo\ed to .Algona. It has been known in all the later years as the Rice farm. It was In that year that Mr. Ingham came upon the Indian skeletons on the bluff on the river some miles north, the first discovery of the scene of one of the most interesting Indian battles of the northwest, because there on a spring morning in 1852 had met for the last time the remnants of two of the greatest Indian nations of the west, the Sacs and Foxes and the Sioux. He was on a hunting trip when he rode over the bleaching bones of an old Medicine Man \vitli his bangles still cling'ng to him. Then one skeleton after another was d:scovered until he had counted sixteen scattered about where they had been driven hack and fallen. Mr. Seeley writes: "Ingham sold his claim the latter part of Jinie. We had broken six acres ihe }'ear '55, and had the second crop (ui the ground. We moved on the Craw claim October 3, 1856, where O. Rice now lives.'' Speaking of this change Mr. Ingham writes: "Spring sooii came (1856) and Horace Schenck settled on the farm now occup'cd by his son. Later Michael Reibhoff, William B. Moore and his brother Robert R. .Moore came, and to hold them for our settlement I sold my claim, which \vas divided between them. I then bought the claim of L\'man Craw on Sections 17 and 2U-96-28, tO' which we moved and fitted up for the winter.'' Although Mr. Irgham disco\'ered the battle ground in 1856, it was not until 1860 that Mr. Seele\' found the grave in which the Sac-; and Foxes had buried their chieftain. .Mr. Collins, who had his informa tion from a trapper, had ^vritten to Mr. Seeley in thiat year, s:ating that the Indians were buried there, and Mr. Seeley at once went to the ground and by testing the firmness of the soil with a sharp stic'<. soon came upon a softer spot than the rest, which proved to be ihe grave. It seems that a part\' of Sioux had come down the ri\er to hunt, and that a party of Sacs and Foxes had come from Tama to Clear Lake to hunt and fish. The latter learned of the Sioux camp and donning their war paint, under the command of Petokape and Kearkurk, they came upon the Sioux without warning. Petokape was shot, by a Sioux squaw, in the breast with a charge of small shot. He turned and started to run when the squaw shot him through the body with an arrow at a distance of twenty rods. The raiding party lost four warriors, the two chieftains among them. The Sioux lost sixteen men. women and children, and one was taken prisoner. In later years Mrs. Ingham frequently took the children to the battle ground and showed them the scattered remains of the camp. She had found the skulls of the little papooses in a hazel brush thicker where thev had run to hide, each skull chipped by the Indian toma hawk. In 1869 A. R. Fulton, author of the "Redmen of Iowa", visited this spot. He says that at this time "portions of skeletons and other relics of the battle were scattered over the ground. There were bones bearing the marks of the merciless tomahawk, parts of skulls, pieces of pottery, kegs, guns, and other articles." It was in that year that he visited Spirit Lake and the Okoboji s for the first time. He seriously considered the outlet of the lakes for a mill dam, with the thought of building a mill. He said frequently in later years that if he had followed his inclination there would have been no Spirit Lake massacre, for he knew the Indians too well. Inkapadutah had but fourteen Indians with him when he made his raid and it was only by taking unprepared and scattered families wholly by surprise that he was able to do such bloody work. Mr. Ingham has written of none of these experiences, but Mr. Seeley left a graphic description of the journey to the lakes, and Amos Collins, another of the pioneers, secured, in 1860, from a trapper who knew the Sacs and Foxes of Tama County intimately, a full account of the Indian battle. It yvas in this year that Mr. Ingham had his last visit with Umpa shotah. In fact that visit was the first event of the very early spring Mr. Seeley writes of this trip to the lakes: "In June of '56 we took a trip west as far as Spirit Lake, which was very interesting to us. We started out thinking we would not have any trouble. All went right the first day. We camped at the Emmet lakes. Plenty of mosquitos. On the second day we got to the West River and it was hank full and very muddy. Ingham being a good swimmer and me not, he sounded for the bottom. We were stuck for a while. Finally we concluded to make a raft as we had taken an axe with us. We found an old dry elm crotch which we carried to the best place we could find. By putting on some cross pieces and some bark we put on our saddles, guns, provisions and clothes. By tying our picket ropes together with the bridles, making every inch count, Ingham with one end of the rope and me with the raft and the other end we started for the other shore. B\" hard work he got hold of a brush and helped himself out. Then he put the luggage on the bank, brought the rope back and took his noble mare over and then came hack for the pony which he thought he would make carry him over. She wanted to know how deep it was and started for the bottom. He waited for her to come up and fastened to her tail. They went across. Noav came the tug and Ingham had nothing to do but laugh and promised me he would never bring my clothes back. I told him I was coming or go to the bottom, so by extra hard work for me and lots of fun for him I made a large bunch of dry willows, which are not the nicest things in the world to climb, but I climbed them and made the bank. We concluded we had worked so hard that we would stay over until morning. The next day we made the Little Sioux, near where Mil- ford is. The creek was alive with buffalo fish. After shooting three very large ones we crossed and went to the lake. Thinking we could not get through we came back and camped on the east bank near where we crossed the creek. Had fish for supper and breakfast. We went upon the east side of Okoboji to the divide and ate our dinner on the west bank between the t\vo lakes. In the afternoon we went up the west side on the Indian trail. Saw plenty of fish in a small Inlet on the west side of Spirit Lake. We camped at a small lake north of Spirit Lake. Came down on the southeast side, claimed the lake and started for the river again. We found the river had fallen con siderably, although it was chin deep yet. As we were getting the horses in the river, Ingham's mare gotboth hind legs under a maple root which was 42 inches through. One had to keep her head out of the water while the other chopped off the root. In the operation we lost our coffee pot, which made it rather Inconvenient for us to make out. We fried our meat, then baked our slapjacks, then made our coffee. We camped on Jack Creek the next day." of the year, for it was in April while the inmates of the cabin were out prospecting for a spot for a garden, that an Indian was seen ap proaching. Of this visit Mr. Ingham writes: "When within a few rods he stopped and seemed to be very much pleased, at the same time pointing at the pony. I knew from this he must be one of those I met the year before. Going towards him I recognized my old companion, Umpashotah, whom I had left th'? year before sitting at the camp fire near Fairmont. He was glad to meet me, and on our way to the cabin he wanted I should go with him to a patch of brush at the right, saying 'Kai-num-pa' and repeat ing it over several times. Not knowing the meaning of 'Kai' I went with him and found he had two small land turtles disabled in some way so that they could not move, and that he wanted I should take and cook for supper. Telling him we did not need them and he could keep them, we went to the cabin, where he carefully examined everything in sight. We took pains that he should be impressed with our ability to defend ourselves from any harm that might be planned by him. "At supper time Putnam was told we should need preparations for at least six extra plates, as our Indian guest must have the best and plenty of it. When all were through he evidently had only made a fair beginning on his evening meal. It took the attention of Put nam and Seeley to keep him supplied, and when they withdrew it fell upon me to serve him with what was left. His appearance as he straightened up at the table and exclaimed, 'Tonka', (big) will never be forgotten. He was not so large, however, but that he renewed his efforts, which lasted while there was anything to eat. When finally through he asked one of the boys to help him light his pipe and seat him on a buffalo robe in the corner of the room, when a few puffs were taken and then he fell Into a sleep from which he did not wake until called up the next morning for breakfast. Again at the table he evidently wanted us to know he fully appreciated our hospitality. \A'hen he had finished he asked for what was left for his squaw, which was all nicely done up by Putnam and handed to him for that purpose, when he said, 'Wasecha Washta' (good white man), and bidding us goodbye he started for his camp. "Not knowing the object of his visit or whether his camp was near where I first met them the year before, as he told me, I thought it best to watch him and see where he would go. After he had been gone a short time I saddled up one of the best horses and followed on after him. As he had started out in the prairie from near the present home of Mr. Riebhoff in the right direction for his camp I soon rode up to him, keeping him company for a couple of miles, when I again bade him goodbye and left him going on his way. After he had gone some forty rods or more I turned, and here I saw Umpashotah for the last time, he was busy stowing away the lunch he had so thoughtfully begged for his squaw." Major Williams in his description of the Indians who came fre quently to Fort Dodge, says: "Umpashotah, or Umpaga (Smoky Day) is a very good looking Indian, about five feet ten in height, com- Big hlk Antlers The November of 1856 was notably warm and dry. But at the very end of the month came one of the heaviest snow storms ever known to loAva. It lasted for four days. It \vas this storm that cached the Tuttle whisky barrel, one of the e\'ents that was talked about In the settlements for many years. \^'hen the storm was over, bringing out the home-made snow shoes of the winter before, Seeley and Ingham set forth on an elk hunt. plexion light yellow, a good forehead, high cheek bones, large dark eves, aquiline nose and well formed mouth. He has a fine set of teeth which he shows to good advantage, has an exceedingly cunning expression of the eyes, professes to be a doctor, age about 45 to 50, and very fond of trading." The Upper Des .Moines, of Algona, told the story of Mr. Tnttle's troubles and recalled this incident: "Mr. Tuttle was a tall, heavy frontiersman, prett}' well along in years, who in the spring of 1856 had pushed north to a little lake in Southern Minnesota, which the Indians, with some sense of beauty, had named 'Okamampedah', but which he succeeded In having known as 'Tuttle's Lake', by which plain and unornamental designation it still holds its place on the map. .After locating his family he had gone south with his boys for his winter's supplies, and on the last day of No\'ember arrived with his wagons at the Horace Schenck calDin. .Mr. Schenck was pretty well fixed for the winter and with characteristic hosp'tallty he enter tained his visitors. The last da}' of November was Saturday and it had been one of those beautiful days that so frequently ushered in the fiercest blizzards. In the evening a I'glit snow was falling. In the morning the sno'^v was coming faster and the wind \vas rising. .After some debate .Mr. Tuttle deeded to try for home. He succeeded in dragging his wagons into the ravine northwest of the Reibhoff grove, and unliitching the teams turned In at the John James cabin. Sunday night the storm- was at its height. All da\' Monda\' and all da\' Tuesda\' it continued unabated, and although the break came on \\'ednesday nobody ventured forth until Thursday, and then to look upon the heaviest coating of snow ever seen b\' a white man in Kossuth count\'. The ravine in which the Tuttle 'wagons bad been left was drifted full. No trace of the \vagons could be discovered. The fact that one of the chief items of Mr. Tuttle's supplies \^'as a barrel of whisky stirred him to great anxiety. The thought of allow ing that barrel of good cheer to lie buried all ^vinter was too pain ful to the old gentleman, and the ingenult\- of the settlement was called upon to locate the wagons. By cutting poles and pushing through the snow the wagon with the barrel was at length found. Thereupon a well was dug directl}' over the barrel, and during the remainder of that long winter the well Avas kept open. Succeeding snows increased the depth until finally a ladder was needed, which proved to be a temperance measure in its wa}, as It was not safe at any time during that winter to be incapacitated to clamber out of the well. The Tuttles lingered until spring. Finally the old gentle man insisted on starting for his home on foot, dragging a hand sled with a jug and some other cargo." Mr. Ingham writes: "I had used snow shoes for several \vinters in northern .\'ew A'ork and knew of what material they were made and their form, but not how to string them. Repeated trials, particu larly by Seeley, finally gave us the secret, and we succeeded in making several pair during tiie winter (1855-1856)." It is of interest to note that no way has been discovered to string a snow shoe but the Indian wa\'. After going up the Black Cat from their cabin to the grove now known as the Frink Grove, they came upon a buck elk carrying the largest antlers they had ever seen. Of their efforts to capture those antlers Mr. Ingham writes: "We saw a fine buck standing some thirty rods back from the creek, within easy rifle range from a tree we had selected from which to approach. He was small of size but carried the largest and most perfect set of antlers I have ever seen. We went around the creek channel some rods on the leeward side, and then turned down as far as we thought it safe to walk. We then crept on the wind swept ice. When within some four rods of the tree we saw elk ears moving on the crest of the bank some eight feet above us. As we came to the tree we ran into a number of does on the ice below the bend and they saw us as we saw them. There was now nothing for us but to rush the steep hank In the chance of getting a shot at the buck before he could take the alarm. We sprang to our feet and started up the bank. When almost to the top we saw the old buck standing uncon cerned within short range. Just then my feet slipped and when I stopped my face was much nearer the ice that I cared to have it. Seeley had fared no better. By this time the elk were crashing through the brush. We rushed again for the bank and this time made it, only to see big antlers disappearing over the ridge not far away." As it was already growing dark, and too late in the day to think of following him, the hunters turned back to the cabin, fully intent on resuming the hunt in the morning. They were up early and started off by moonlight, and found their elk hunched together on the prairie Mr. Seeley writes: "The winter of '56 and '57 will be remembered by all living in the west. We did some good traveling on snow shoes that winter. We went up the Black Cat Creek in December, saw about 30 elk, wounded one. As it was late in the afternoon we thought it best to leave them till morning and come home. The elk were not over one-half mile off when we started for home. The next morning we were on their track before it was light enough to see the tracks plainly. We came up to them between 9 and 10 o'clock, killed one and left it la}' and followed the rest for quite a distance and killed one more, then it was noon. We found a corner stake which said we were 15 miles from home. The snow was so deep we couldn't get out with a team or we might have killed all of them, as thev were ver\' tired. \^^e had all we could get in ^vith. They were not the largest, would have weighed perhaps 200 pounds each. We did not think we could get them both in. We started with the last one we killed, snaked It to where we left the first one. They dragged very easy on the start but got very heavy before 10 o'clock. At night when we made for Mr. Reibhoff's for supper, which Mrs. Zahlton, then Miss Reibhoff, got up for us. It was good, you bet. I didn't get mine quite to the house. I left it on the ice in the creek, gun and all. Peter and John Reibhoff thought it would be fun, so they helped me out. Mr. Reibhoff had to pull them a little ways. He said he didn't see how we did it. We were very tired and our feet got very sore. It was fun on the start hut it got very old before we got through. I think it the hardest day's work I ever did. We had snow shoes. I wanted to leave them out eight miles; you that know the other fellow (Mr. Ingham) know the reason we did not. He thought we would not ever get back there. He was always tougher than I was and I thought I could stand a little hardship those days." not two miles from where they had been the night before. The buck with the antlers was alert and on the windward side of the herd. He became restless as the hunters neared and they were forced to shoot at long range, killing a young buck. It did not take them long to discover that those big horns were the reward of sagacity and watchfulness on the part of their wearer. After a long pursuit they sent the dog out after the elk in the hope to scatter the herd. He killed another young buck, and it being time to return they decided to drag the two elk to the cabin. Mr. Ingham writes: "Seeley always referred to this afterwards as the hardest thing he ever did." On reaching the cabin they fully decided to go again in the morn ing with loaded sleds and pursue big antlers to a capture, but when morning came Seeley found he had been lamed by the work of the day before. It took some argument to keep Mr. Ingham from setting out alone, and frequently later he expressed regret that he was dis suaded. He believed that alone he could have captured the elk. The Upper Des Moines of the Middle Fifties. The use of "Upper Des Moines" to describe the Des Moines valleys north of Fort Dodge came naturally. It is easy to see by glancing at this outline map of the beginnings how settlement radiated out from Fort Dodge. It Is also easy to see how Fort Dodge became and remained the market and outlet of the "Upper Des Moines." Perhaps the word "upper" came into common use, because when the neutral line was surveyed by the government in 1825 its western objective ^vas the "upper" forks of the Des Moines river. In any event the name became fixed and besides the "Upper Des Moines" newspaper, many church and political associations were known as "Upper Des Moines" bodies. The first settlement In the Upper Des Moines was made by the Call brothers, who located at Algona in July, 1854. Major Williams at Fort Dodge advised them strongly against going so far away from the fort among the bands of roving Sioux. The Storms of 1856-57 The year 1857 was in many ways the most notable of the pioneer years of northern Iowa, for it was the year of the Spirit Lake massacre — so called, although only one family living on Spirit Lake was vic timized, all the others being scattered along the shores of the two Okobojis. The snow storm that had made the closing days of the November before so noteworthy was not an isolated storm. The winter was long and severe. After the elk hunt Mr. Seeley had gone to Benton County to visit his old friends and to spend the winter. In Februar\' Mr. Ingham had gone to Fort Dodge, and had there met a young Pennsylvanian named William Campbell, who had come west for adventure and who promptly joined with Mr. Ingham in a proposed tour of the upper Des Moines valley In the hope that they might yet capture the buck with the big antlers. It was their pur pose to go to Buffalo Grove, then follow Buffalo Fork down to the junction with the east branch, then ascend the east branch to the lakes in Emmett County, then pass over to the west branch, and follow down to the Humboldt forks of the two rivers. The party con sisted of Ingham, Covell, and Campbell, they traveled on snow shoes and each dragged a snow sled loaded for his own use in case of separation. They had chosen the first warm da}', and until late in the afternoon the\' were uncomfortable because of unseemly still ness of the air and the brilliant sunshine. But about 3 o'clock a sudden puff of cold air from the northwest warned them. Almost before they could counsel and make ready the storm was on them. Mr. Ingham had taken out his pocket compass and noting the direction of the grove, which was in sight, had calculated the angle at which they must cross the drifting snow to reach it. In a moment more everything was obscured, as those who knew the blizzards of those frontier prairies will understand, and as nobody else can be told. There were some eight miles yet to travel. Mr. Ingham writes: "Our course from now was at right angles with the wind and nearly so with the crusted ridges of snow, so there was little trouble in keeping our course. We had gotten over half the distance, having much worry to drag our sleds, which were turned over and over by the wind, adding greatly to our own hard work in holding up against the wind, when Covell, whose first experience It was with an Iowa blizzard and also his first experience with snow shoes, became con fused and declared we were not on the right course. He wanted to turn and go with the wind. We, of course, refused to follow him, Teakle's "Spirit Lake Massacre": "By Februar}- the unusual severity of the winter was occasioning some alarm at the lake settle ments, particularly as the stock of provisions laid by for the winter was nearing exhaustion. In view of the intense cold it seemed more than foolish to make one's way to the nearest depot of supplies, which was Fort Dodge. The banks of snow were fifteen and often twenty feet high and offered an almost impassable obstruction to the use of teams. Add to this the intensity of the cold and one can well imagine what courage or dire necessity it must have required to Induce the traveler to set out to make his way over an untrodden, and in many respects an unknown, waste of snow." but as he was determined we said we should not force him to go with us, that we were sure we were right and had no time to lose, and if he did not wish to follow he must take his own chances, and good bye if we should not see him again. We started with Campbell next to me. It was a great relief when Campbell, who was looking back, reported that he was following. We discovered the first signs of the grove at about 8 o'clock, in fact we had gotten into the grove before we really knew we were near it. We then looked for the new cabin that had been built there the fall before, and were not long in clear ing out about two feet of snow and making ready for the night. The cabin had not been plastered and had no floor. We built our fire against one end of it, using shakes from the roof, chinking blocks and logs from the gables, and by morning it was a pretty badly wrecked cabin.'" Finding no game at the grove as they had been led to expect they turned their course down the Buffalo Fork to the river and there re mained the second night at the Edward Moll cabin. In the morning Covell, who had had enough of snowshoeing, left the party and went down the river towards home, while Ingham and Campbell turned to the northwest along the river. They killed a fine buck elk at the mouth of Mud Creek, and another near Armstrong's Grove, and went into the timber on Mud Lake In Emmett County for the night. Here they were overtaken by another severe storm, and remained one day and two nights, with difliculty keeping from freezing. In the very height of the storm they crossed the prairie some five miles to the West Branch. On this trip they kept "linked together as a separation of a few feet would have lost us to each other". After reaching the river timber they built a fire. "At no time did we realize the need of being awake as we did that night." One of the incidents worth noting is associated with the camp at Armstrong's Grove. Mr. Ingham writes: "As we were making the fire a wolf passed by not ten feet away. I looked up and another was following. The foxes and wolves came up and made night hideous with their howling and fighting. We fired among them frequently, at random, which quieted them for a few minutes and then they went at it again with renewed energy. They were after our elk meat which Campbell had hung in a tree, into the crotch of which another tree had fallen. He had climbed up on the sloping tree and hung the elk meat far out on hooks made by cutting branches. In the morning what was our surprise to find that the wolves and foxes had done just what he did, run up the inclined body of the fallen tree and then jumped for the hanging elk meat, catching a chunk in their teeth as they fell. Round by round they went until they had taken it all. We discovered in the morning that a lynx had been a party to the feast." In the morning after their camp on the West Branch they started south, and soon came upon elk signs, but what was their surprise to discover Indian tracks among them. Mr. Ingham writes: "We found plenty of elk trails but found the Indians had been among them and slaughtered all the elk. As far as we found elk signs we found Indian tracks, and the elk 'ivere gone. This was about three weeks before the Spirit Lake massacre." About 3 o'clock in the afternoon they were passing near what Is now Emmettsburg, when Campbell looking up saw a horse's head rising out of the snow. Investigation showed that the snow had buried the little stable and a way had been dug out, whereby the horse could get to the surface. He had his forefeet on the hank and was complacently gazing over the landscape. Nearby a tinv stream of smoke was rising and by this was found the cabin of the beginning of the "Irish settlement". They told the travelers they were hanging on hooks themselves at night or they would take them in. .At Shippey's, some twelve miles below, near the mouth of the Cylinder, they would find entertainment. Striking out at a brisk pace they arrived at the Shippey cabin at dusk, only to find that the inmates had had nothing to eat all day and that Mr. Shippey, who was away for food, had not returned. Seventeen people were there, as several families had gathered to secure food together. Supplies were brought by team to Fort Dodge, from there Mr. Shippey, his son and a dog were employed in hauling them on a hand sled. The storm had held him back and he was already two days late. At about 9 o'clock a sound was heard and supplies had come. The cooks were many and the tables soon spread. Mr. Ingham writes: "I learned from Mr. Shippey that it took him usually four days in clear weather to make the trip, stopping at a shanty at McKnight's Point each wa}-. Sometimes in case of storm they were obliged to camp out between stations. They always took blankets and provisions for such an emergency and buried themselves in deep snow to keep from freezing." In the morning Mr. Shippey and his son set out on another 78-mIle round for a new load of supplies. The hunters went with him three or four miles and then followed the stream down to the first settle- inent on the west river above McKnight's. Thev found the river timber had all been run over by the Sioux hunters, and when thev These Indians were undoubtedly members of Ishtahabah's band, which generally frequented the lakes in Emmet County and wandered up and down the \\'est Branch. It was Ishtahabah who met the government surye}-ors in 1852 as the}- \vere running the state line north of Kossuth and Emmet counties, and threatened them. It %vas believed that Ishtahabah contemplated a raid on the West Branch and Umpashotah on the East Branch In connection with the massacre at the lakes, but that the deep snow kept them from knowing what had happened until too late. It was rumored that Josh had warned the Carters. But Mr. Carter makes no mention of it. On the con trary he speaks of Ishtahabah as repudiating Inkpadutah and his warriors. McCarty's History of Palo Alto County: "A. B. Carter remembers Sleepy Eye (Ishtahaba) telling him it was Inkpadutah's hand of bad Indians that was killing the whites on the Sioux and at the lakes." McCarthy's History of Palo Alto County: "Another early settler was William Shippe}', who built a cabin a few miles below where the trail crossed Cylinder Creek. He came to the county In the spring of 1856." arrived at the Carter cabin they met the Indian boy Josh, who told them the Sioux had killed the elk as far down as the forks, which would make the remainder of their prospected journey not worth while. They spent the night at the Carter cabin and on the next day, the ninth of their outing, they crossed the prairies from West Bend to the cabin on the Black Cat, a hard day's travel, even for experienced snowshoers. Mr. Ingham writes: "We found the Carter home a real treat, as we rested our selves before one of those broad old-fashioned boulder fireplaces, so common in early made cabins, but something we had not seen since leaving our own. We were cordially entertained by Mrs. Carter and family and left with pleasant memories of their hospitality." A. B. Carter, son of William Carter, writes: "One of the Indians came back and stayed with us all summer. He was a young boy, the only one among them who would do any work. He came to help do the chores and took quite a fancy to me. He tried to learn the language and learned very fast. We called him Josh." McCarty's History of Palo Alto County: "The first settlement In Palo Alto county was made In May, 1855. William Carter selected a claim on the west bank of the Des Moines near where West Bend now stands." The court yard when there ivere no trees. Photograph taken by W. J. Rood of Mason City in the early 70's. Rescuing the Johnsons They were barely returned from this strenuous journey, when late on one of the bitterest nights of that bitter winter, Horace Schenck appeared at the cabin to appeal to them to set forth at once to rescue a family that had been abandoned near Armstrong's Grove. At 9 o'clock of that night John James, who was living above the Reibhoff cabin on the Black Cat, had heard some one calling for help and on going to him had found a man snow blind and lost, and badly frozen. It soon appeared that he was a Mr. Johnson that had moved to the Tuttle settlement at the head of the East Branch late in the fall before; that he had made provision for an ordinary winter, but the season had been so extreme and Mr. Tuttle's provision wagons had been blocked and it was plain he must reach the settlements. Accordingly he had put his remaining food in the sleigh and started with his yoke of oxen, hoping to be not longer than two or three days on the road. There were four members of the family besides an infant child, and his supplies were enough to last for five days. Before he had gone man}- miles he found that the snow crust would not bear the weight of his oxen in the ravines where the snow was deep, and there was nothing for him but to shovel a path. After six days of this tedious labor, his provisions were exhausted, and he had not completed half of his journey. There was but one thing to do. He brought his wagon to a sightly spot just south of Armstrong's Grove, fastened the wagon covers down tightly, bade his famih' goodbye, and started on foot for the settlements twenty-four miles below. The bright sunlight on the snow had inflamed his eyes and the strong wind only added to the irritation until in the afternoon he had lost his sight entirely and for several hours had wandered aimlessly. On hearing the barking of a dog he had gotten his bearings and thus arrived at the James cabin. A hurried conference was held by the Schenck, Reibhoff and Moore families and a relief party was organized at once. Peter Reibhoff, John James, George Tuttle and John Callander were to leave at 4 o'clock in the morning, provided with food for the family and also with fodder for the oxen. But Mr. Schenck, feeling that the case was urgent and knowing that Ingham and Campbell were more experienced frontiersmen, instead of going home made his way three miles across the river valley to urge a second relief party, which should travel light and with all possible speed, leaving it to the others to bring up the supplies. At first the two men demurred, assuring Mr. Schenck that the other party were fully equal to the situation, that they were worn out with their long tramp and wanted to hang up their snowshoes for the winter. At that Mr. Schenck, intensely aroused, arose and made a plea for the exposed family out on the prairies miles away, that would have stirred far wearier men than they were. Mr. Ingham turned to Campbell and said, "What do you say!" His reply was quickly, "I shall go if you do." As the other party was to carry a full supply of provisions, a hasty breakfast was all they had, and at daybreak they were off. Mr. Ingham writes: "We started at a rather lively pace, intending to make a fast trip of it, but we soon found that we were facing a strong, cold wind. We soon came to the place where we should have found traces of the other party, which presumably had left at 4 o'clock In the morning, but we paid little attention to anything but keeping our direction. At 11 o'clock it began to snow, and the wind soon blew strongly enough to stop us, and frequently to turn us backward. For the first time that winter we were being frozen about our faces and hands. We pushed forward, however, as best we could until about 1 o'clock, when the wind slackened and the worst part of the storm had passed by. By 3 o'clock the sky was clear and we caught our first sight of the sleigh about two miles away and directly in front of us. We quickly covered the distance, and shaking the stays of the cover vigorously we asked, "How are you getting along?" For once we heard a response whose earnest thankfulness could not be mistaken. But only one voice responded. We had fears for the safety of the children. Telling Mrs. Johnson to remain as quiet as possible until we could build a fire, we went to the foot of the bluff on the creek bottom, where Campbell began chopping wood from a dry tree while I found a place for the camp near a large down tree and cleared away about three feet of snow with one of my snowshoes and put up supports for the tent cloth to keep away the wind. We soon had a fire started, a large rubber blanket spread on the ground and with other heavy blankets and a buffalo robe, had m-ide a comfortable camp. When we went to- the sleigh Mrs. Johnson was the only occupant who was conscious. We had some doubts about the recovery of a boy about 12 and a girl about 10. But we got them all before the fire, and soon found ourselves fully occupied in keeping warm, for the night was coming on very cold. At dark we began firing guns at inter vals to attract the attention of the party having the provisions and kept it up until 9 o'clock, when we concluded they would not reach us that night. The children had regained consciousness and we were safe If only the food would arrive In time. When morning came we began firing again and kept it up until 8 o'clock, when we got our first response. Soon after John James stood above us on the bluff and told us that the rest of the party were down the river some four miles, where they had dug a snow well and crawled into it. They had spent the night without a fire and all of them were more or less frozen. We urged him to hurry back and bring up the supplies. A little before noon the whole party came up, and it was not long until they were enjoying our fire and we were enjoying what they had brought to eat. The cattle were fed and shortly after noon we were ready to start. I remember the picture as It was presented just then. It would not have been taken for a rapid transit outfit. We were soon off and by hard work managed to reach an island in the river not far above the mouth of Mud Creek for our night's camp. We then got the full story of the trials of the other party. They had not started early in the morning as had been planned, and when the storm struck them they had turned to the timber on the river, which they reached after dark. They had dug a well in the snow some eight feet deep and covered the opening with blankets, and in that -way had kept from freezing. "The weather moderated during the night and in the morning we were off at an early hour. About 11 o'clock Campbell and I left the party within a couple of miles of the Riebhoff Grove. The Johnson family were hospitably taken in by Mr. Schenck and they remained with him until warm weather returned, when they went on their way south." .Mention has been made of the cache of Mr. Tuttle's wagons loaded with supplies for the Tuttle's Lake settlers. The further story of .Mr. Tuttle should have been told in that connection, but Is perhaps as well told here, for it is corollary in a way to the storx of the Johnson rescue. Mr. Tuttle had become very restless as the 'weeks of his enforced confinement on the Black Cat wore on, and was fearful of the well- being of his family. In the latter part of January he had come over to the Ingham cabin to borrow a pair of snow shoes, determined to set out on foot and chance a fort}-mIle walk. This was before Mr. Ingham had gone to Fort Dodge and before Mr. Campbell had come up to join in exploring the upper waters of the East and West Branch. He was at once discouraged from making any such attempt, and more over, there were no snow shoes to spare, as nobody could move about in the deep snow without them. But he was determined. Mr. Ingham writes: "After hearing his story, in which he told us that he had heard nothing from his family since he left them in November and that he was feeling very uneasy and must in some way try and get home, I asked him if he thought he could walk through from John James cabin in one day, it being thirty-five miles, and if so, I told him that I would meet him there early the next morning with an extra pair of snow shoes and see him home. This he was confident he could do. At the appointed time I found him ready for the start and we were soon off. The morning was cold with quite a breeze from the northwest, which gradually gained In force till noon, making it quite impossible for Mr. Tuttle, who was an elderU- man and Inexperienced on snow shoes, to take a thirty-five mile gait. We now planned to abandon the through trip in one day and camp over night at the river timber. This we reached, near Armstrong Grove, in time to get a fire started before dark and prepare our camp as well as we could for the night. "Without blankets or any extra clothing, with the mercury from 20 to 30 degrees below zero, we needed no place for sleep. Our time was pretty well occupied with cutting and gathering wood and keeping up a good fire. The night finally wore away and the morning opened up much colder, with the air so filled with snow that we could easily see we -were to stay in camp and make the most of it until another day. Our only supply of food on hand was a small piece of fresh pork, some unground, burnt coffee, tea, and sugar Mr. Tuttle had planned to Algona Upper Des Moines, February 7, 1894: "Gratitude Is ex pressed in many ways and Mrs. Johnson was not wanting in ingenuity, although not possessed of worldly goods. One of the little flock was a baby yet unnamed, if he is now alive he passes as William Harvey Johnson in memory of the rescue." Mr. Ingham's name was William Harvey. take home. These, without salt or any kind of a cooking utensil, not even a cup, proved to be a real aggravation, especially so, when we were using Ice to quench our thirst. The da}' passed by and then another tedious night. Fortunately the storm slackened during the night, making it possible for us to travel again. I now told Mr. Tuttle we would go out on the prairie at the break of day, when he must choose to either go on home or return with me regardless of the weather. "When the time came It took but one thought of home and family for him to determine our course, which quickly brought us facing the wind from the northwest once more. After a tedious day's tramp we found ourselves at night still some four miles away from the home. Mr. Tuttle, who was now very tired, almost despaired of ever seeing his family again. It was not long, however, until we caught sight of the light in the home window and that proved to be a great stimulant for Mr. Tuttle as well as myself. With several stops to rest we finally reached the cabin and then when free of our snow shoes Mr. Tuttle opened the door I felt relieved from all further obligation, as I had met my engagement with him to see him home. I followed him closely as he went in, and for a moment Mrs. Tuttle and the children seated about a table seemed almost dazed by the abrupt and uncere monious way we had entered. The change when they fully realized who it was and learned from him that George was still alive and well, must be left to the imagination. With the best of the house for supper and a good night's sleep we came out In the morning in fine shape. "I stopped over one day to rest up and returned to our cabin well pleased with the outcome and the lessons learned about winter travel ing on the prairies." The Massacre at the Lakes The massacre at the lakes began on March 7. Word did not reach the settlement on the East Branch until early In April. There was much doubt at first as to the reliability of the reports. But as Fort Dodge was organizing two military companies e\erybody became con vinced that something had happened. Great uneasiness at once seized the settlers and it was plain that something must be done or there would be a general leave-taking. Accordingly a small company was organized, consisting of Lewis H. Smith, Peter Reibhoff, William Campbell, Jacob Cummins, Mr. Seeley, who had now returned, and IVIr. Ingham, whose duty it should be to go to the headwaters of the river and ascertain what prospect there was of a raid on the East Branch. The company met at the Ingham cabin on April 10, and on the following morning set forth for Tuttle's Lake, and the Chain Lake district. After a weary march through snow, slush and water the Tuttle home, forty miles away, was reached on the second day. There they were well and totally unconscious of the trouble nearby. The next day the party went north to the lakes about Fairmont, Minn., and here they found five tepees of Sioux. An examination convinced them that these tepees did not hold any of the goods stolen from the lakes, and suspicion attached to only one tepee, whose owner was absent. The Indians said he was not of their party, and that he was off look ing after his traps. His name was Umpashotah. The Indians were advised it was not safe for them to remain, and before the company had gone half the distance to their cabin, half a mile away, the In dians were packed and moving north. They had taken everything but Umpashotah's tepee, and that the next morning was found exactly as they left it, showing that the owner had not visited it during the night. It is doubtful if he ever returned to his tepee. On the way back to Tuttle's the party came upon two Indians who had a tepee about half a mile above the Tuttle's cabin. As the tepee Ambrose A. Call writes: "The people of the settlement got the first news of the massacre from the Fort Dodge mail carrier some two or three weeks after the occurrence. ¦ - * A stockade was decided upon, to be built under the direction of Judge Call and H. A. Hender son, both of whom had seen service in the Indian countr\'. ¦¦' * * Some of our best scouts and frontiersmen, including William H. Ingham and A. L. Seeley, were absent when the news first reached us." The effect the news of the massacre had on the little settlement may be judged from this statement by Levi Maxwell, who had come to the country in the fall of 1854. He writes: "We heard that the Indians were coming down the west branch of the river, killing every one as they came. Mr. A. A. Call, Mr. Benson and I went across over to the west branch but did not find any Indians there. We came home the next day and found the people scared and building a fort. We told them there were no Indians and all went home and went to bed. Just as I was getting Into bed word came that the Indians were twelve miles below and there were hundreds of them. \\'e gathered up the women and children in cabins and stood guard around them that night. The next morning Mr. Call, Mr. Benson and I went again to look for them, but found no Indians. Many were scared and left home, left their supper tables untouched, and rode on hay racks to Fort Dodge. Some never returned." was approached a squaw and two pappooses started for the brush with a scream. The Indians seated, with the party standing about them, an examination began. One of the Indians reported himself to he a son of Inkpadutah, and on being asked if he had been at Spirit Lake, replied, "Nix fer stay." On being asked if they had been on the West Branch, he replied, "Nix come herons." They showed not the slightest sign of fear, and yet from things found in their tepee and from other signs the party was convinced they had been in mis chief. Mr. Ingham writes: "Had we known what we learned an hour later from George and William Granger, who had just come from Spirit Lake, where their brother had been killed, it is doubtful whether they would have gotten away alive. A Minnesotan who was presenu wanted to tie their hands behind them and then give them a walk in the lake. We finally gave them five minutes in which to disappear with the warning that the} would be shot on sight after that fme. Within two minutes after the circle about them parted, they were seen trotting over the ridge with their guns and furs, leav ing their tepee and many goods which were afterwards burned by \^'illiam Granger, who made a remarkable speech on the spot." As the Indians had been ordered to go north and there was nothing to he feared by the settlements, it was thought best that part of Lewis H. Smith. Written by Mr. Smith for the Upper Des Moines: "In the wuiter of 1854-5, after the engineering work on the old M. & M. Railway (now the C, R. I. & P. Railway) was closed for the season, I taught school and 'boarded around' at Snook's Grove, in Powesheik County. This is about half wav between Victor and Brooklyn. I staved Satur- the company should return and report, while the remainder should remain and await results. Accordingly Mr. Smith was chosen to lead the return party, taking all but Ingham and Campbell, who were to reconnoiter. Nothing happened for a couple of days, when an Indian appeared at Tuttle's bringing a letter from a friend of Tuttle's ask ing that the Indians be permitted to hunt and trap about the lake. The Indian was at once told about the massacre and warned that it would be very unsafe for him if he should remain. It was finally arranged for him and his friend to come the next morning and pitch their tepee near the Tuttle cabin for safety, and he went away ap parently friendly. When they did not come the next morning there was some uneasiness. There was danger that they might meet other Indians and organize for a raid on the cabins. It was not until afternoon of the next day when Mr. Tuttle and his two sons were out in the timber for a load of wood that an Indian was seen ap proaching, with another Indian following, both of them in full war paint. When they approached they proved the two who had ar ranged to come to trap and hunt. They at once told Ingham and Campbell that the Indians had not killed the whites at Spirit Lake, but that the whites had been killing the Indians. They were very insolent. Mr. Ingham writes: days and Sundays with a blacksmith by the name of Ross, a great hunter for those days, and the deer and turkeys and other smaller game were there in great numbers, and with the poor guns that were in use we managed to get our share. "No maps that we had access to had any counties laid out in Northwest Iowa as yet. The country was marked on the maps as the 'Couteau Des Prairies,' meaning the height of the land or highest elevation of the prairies. My thoughts from his description of the country turned in that direction and as it was then uncertain when engineering work would commence again on the railway, after my term of school was finished, I packed up my compass and leveling instruments and other baggage and started for the country where all the excellences of a new place were supposed to be centered. "The prairies were at that time covered with beautiful flowers and game. Elk were sometimes seen in great numbers. I remember one time we were in sight of them nearly all day. The only white men we saw while on the survey were Captain W. H. Ingham and a party of friends hunting elk calves. As I was away at the time from ihe others I did not speak to them and they passed on after their game. During this survey I came first into Kossuth County on July 5, 1855. "In the winter of 1856, while alone keeping 'bachelor's hall' In the log home of J. W. Moore, wh'ch stood across the alley in block 70, in Algona, Josh, who was one of the survivors of the Sidominadotah massacre on Bloody Run by old Lott, visited me and stayed two days. He also visited D. W. King, who was living down southeast of town. He was a young Indian of mild manners and could talk fair English. In those days Indians were not partxularly inviting visitors and to use the words of old Dr. Cogley, one of our early settlers, it was thought best 'to discourage their visits as much as possible.' "In the spring of 1857, while Major Williams and his command were at Spirit Lake, after the massacre, a party of six of us, headed by Captain W. H. Ingham, went with old man Tuttle to see if his family was saved. He lived on the north side of the Okamampedah, or Tuttle's Lake, and was caught down here by the snow. While I have seen and endured my share of cold weather, I never was so cold as on one night of that expedition." "In a few moments one of them started to go into the building where our arms and ammunition were lying on the bed. We both stepped in and stood near our guns. At this one of the children came in and told us that the other Indian was in the house taking sugar. Telling Campbell to watch the arms I Avent to the house, a few rods aw-ay, and found the fellow helping himself. I gave him a hustling invitation to go outside and as we passed the door .Mrs. Tuttle shut it. .About this time the other Indian had tried to take some of the ammunition and Campbell unceremoniously threw him out of doors. Campbell had his gun. I was unarmed. As I was assuring my Indian that he must go away or he would be killed I felt something touch me and looking around I saw the handle of a corn cutter made from an old scythe which Mrs. Tuttle had thoughtfully pushed out between the logs of the cabin. We soon persuaded the Indians to leave, giving them to understand that they would be shot at sight if thev were seen again. \^'e were very watchful for a couple of da\-s, and were relieved when a settler living ten miles away brought the news that the Indians had all gone north." On the receipt of this news, Mr. Ingham started at once for the settlements, while Mr. Campbell remained at the Tuttle cabin. .Mr. Ingham reached the home cabin sometime before u'ght. He had trouble to attract the attention of Covell and Putnam, who were very \vatchful. The scare was growing greater e\'ery da\-, one stor\' being that Red ^^'ing and 400 warriors were moving south. There was no chief of that name, but it had not occurred to anybody to ask that question. As soon as It was generally known that the settlers about Tuttle's and Chain Lakes were unmolested, the scare died down. In the meantime the stockades had been built about the town hall in Algona and also about the town hall in Irvington. For man}- years afterwards the remains of those plank walls were a reminder of the fright all Northwestern Iowa experienced In April, 1857. The summer of 1857 was marked b}- the breaking of one of the severest money panics. Mr. Ingham had brought some $7,000 or $8,000 in gold with him from the east, and that was on deposit in the Weare hank at Cedar Rapids. The bank was compelled to close Its doors, and .Mr. Ingham suddenly found h'mself confronted with the plain problem of making a living. This became all the more a problem since h's marriage was set for November 25 of that > ear. His da\s of wild life for the enjoyment of it were over. From now on everything was reduced to the simple proposition of dollar and cent returns under the most unfavorable conditions. Money had been driven from the west, men who had considered themselves wealthy or well to do were suddenly reduced to a hard struggle for mere existence. Farming was In its beginnings. A young bride from one of the academy towns of the east, with two years of supplementary fitting in a lady's training school, was brought to the log cabin to look as confidently as she could upon these crude beginnings and in what hope she could muster to found a home. Two children were born in the cabin and then the family moved into the frame house, the first to he built north of Algona, and the first in the county to be ornamented with window blinds. In 1859 Mr. Ingham records that he won the prize at the first county fair for a field of corn yielding 164 bushels from 17 acres. He records also that the first threshing done b\- a machine \vas done in that year for him on the same farm. It was at this time that the Pike's Peak fever \vas at its height, and mail}- adventurers from the north came that wav, passing through to the great west. We may judge the times by the simple fact that Mr. Ingham frequently housed travelers, stabled their teams, suppered and breakfasted them for a silver quarter and mightily pleased, as he frequentK- remarked in after }ears, to get the moiie}-. His life was not wanting in adventure. One of the stories he told many times was of "dancing juber" one bitter night in Hancock County. He had traded with a traveler for a wagon v.'':;"'~ '"i been abandoned in the mud some forty miles away, and one morning in the earl\- spring had started over to bring it home. He had at tempted to cross the Boone river, but the spring thaw had ^veakened the Ice and his team broke through. It became necessar\ for him to chop the Ice awa\' to permit his horses to ^valk out, which wetted him to the skin. It was now growing late in the afternoon, and in freezing weather. He was expecting to stop at a cabin whose loca tion he knew, and so permitted himself to become dro^vsil\' cold as he rode along feeling secure of a hospitable fire. But as he came to the cabin he could discover no tracks in the unbroken snow. At once his faculties were alert. He Investigated and found the cabin deserted. The cold was becoming bitterer. He released his team to wander as best they might and at once began a search for matches for his own were wet. He could find none. By this time his legs were numbed. He stuck pins in them but felt no sensation. With his back to the wall he began to dance, and hour after hour he danced. Towards morning he felt some warmth, and he was able at daybreak to get about enough to find his horses and get them hitched. He arrived at his home at 3 o'clock in the after noon, having been without either food or sleep since the morning before. He always referred to that night of dancing with benumbed legs and feet as the hardest night he ever put in. It was a dance for life, and the odds were greatly against him. In these years he hunted and trapped. But it was now no longer for sport. Furs were a resource of the frontier. For many years Mrs. Ingham wore a set of mink skins he had trapped for her. He used his surveyor's compass, and helped many of the pioneer settlers to find their claims. In that way he became a land agent. Thus he gradually broke away from farming and decided to locate in a town or citv. He considered going to Des Moines and was within $250 of a trade with Mr. Pritchard, by which he was to come into possession of some small houses along what is now Pleasant street. In the end he removed to Algona in 1865, and with that removal, his life of adventure was over. The Massacre at New Ulm There is one chapter yet to be written. Five years after the massacre at the lakes came the great Sioux uprising in Minnesota known as the New Ulm massacre. There were many causes, primarily the trouble was due to a failure of the Indians to receive their annuities. The Indians had given up their hunting and deeded their lands on promises of the government to feed and care for them. This the government never did. Starving Indians had come to Mer rick, the agent at New Ulm, and asked for food and he had told them to eat grass. When Merrick was found after the massacre his mouth was stuffed with grass. But there were contributing causes. The civil war had taken the young men out of the country and the Indians were persuaded that now was their time. Southern agents were among them making large promises. They were made to believe that Great Britain had an army in Canada ready to invade the northwest. The Winnehagoes were dissatisfied, and Hole-In-the-Day of the Chippewas was hitter against the whites. Little Crow was confident that the whole Sioux nation would rise and the whites would be driven from Minnesota and Iowa. The Chippewas and the Winnehagoes neither of them joined in the massacre, nor did the Sioux of any but Little Crow's band Indulge in violence. But Little Crow's band In a few days killed more than 700 settlers and created a panic that reached far down into Iowa. As Kossuth was the border county, lying directly south of much of the bloody work, a meeting of the settlers was called at -which plans of defense were adopted. A local mititary company was or ganized, Lewis H. Smith was sent to Des Moines to secure arms and such state support as was necessary, while Mr. Ingham and W. B. Carey were selected to visit IVIankato and as much of the devastated country as they dared venture over, and bring back word of what Minnesota was doing to protect the border. Mr. Ingham writes: "On the following morning Mr. Carey and I were off on horseback and crossed the thirty miles of unsettled prairie to Hagen's place, at the upper grove on the Blue Earth river. From there on the vacant homes and stock at large showed too plainly what had taken place. We found a company of militia at Blue Earth City, where we stopped over night, busily engaged in preparing for defense and in caring for the town. As we passed through Winnebago City on our way to Mankato the next day, we saw a mounted field piece stand'ng at the roadside with about a bushel of cast iron broken up into small pieces, lying at its side, to be used instead of shot and shell; It gave the place quite a warlike appearance. On reaching Mankato we learned that the Sioux had withdrawn from their attack upon New Ulm and that the citizens and fugitives, some two thousand in all, had abandoned the town and gone to different parts in the older set tlements of the state, taking with them many from Mankato as they passed through. The next morning we were told that there were several at the hospital who had been wounded at Lake Shetek. We The Monument at Estherinlle. Dedication of the monument at Estherville, erected to commemorate the services of Company A, of the Northern Border Brigade. Speak ing of the fortifications erected by the company, Howard Graves said at the dedication: "Captain Ingham, a man of energy, determination and pract'cal mind, fully comprehending the situation, moved to the front and com menced operations in dead earnest preparatory to the erection of stockade, barn and block houses for the protection of the infant settle ment and to shelter the men under his command. With a detail of men the commanding officer promptly confiscated the saw mill at Estherville, repaired the dam which required immense quantities of logs, stone and gravel; depleted the forest, felled the trees, sawed the logs and at the mill manufactured all the plank, studding, joists and boards necessar}- in the erection of the stockade and fort. And remember we used the best black walnut lumber for finishing pur poses. Pine was out of the question and the most fashionable furniture lumber known to the human race was considered good enough for the boys, (not) in blue, for uniforms packed in crates were never shipped to the frontier. But in garbs of home snun fabrics the hardy sons of toil went forth to dare and do, in their country's service. In due time the stockade was in the perpendicular and Fort Defiance was completed and stood forth in all its symmetrical corners, angles, crevices and dormitories and flag staff, a thing of beauty and great credit to Captain Ingham, its designer and builder, a monument to his genius and capacity, and a source of protection, in which the peo ple took delight in the consoling thought of security and protection." called on them and found among the number Mr. Ireland, who had the reputation of being 'one man that the Indians could not kill'. He seemed to be fully entitled to this distinction, as he had walked about fifty miles, with others, in making his escape, after having been wounded some eight times. We found him quite feeble, as he told us in a faltering voice that the settlements on the west branch of the Des Moines river from Lake Shetek to the Iowa boundary, and In the country from the lake to New Ulm, through which he had traveled while getting awa}, had all been broken up by the Indians and the greater part of the settlers had been killed. \A'e were not able to find any person in town who could furnish us with definite informa tion such as was wanted. So on learning that there were likely to be troops stationed at New Ulm some twenty-five miles up the .Minne sota river, we decided to go there and see more of the effects of the outbreak. On our way the broken down fences and the appearance of the road and fields nearb\- all went to show the intense excitement of the people as they hurried and crowded on their way, after leaving the town, and the terrifying scenes which they had witnessed. When we arrived at the once thrifty town of fifteen hundred inhabitants, we found only the business houses, a large hotel and a brick building left to mark its location. The blackened ruins of homes, and the bullet marked buildings, showed plainh- the effects of the two dif ferent attacks made bv the Sioux for its capture. "A complete abandonment of New Ulm was made on the 25th inst., five da\-s previous to the arri\-al of Mr. Care}' and myself. We found Captain Dane vvith a squad of cavalry in command; he kindly invited us to stop with him over night at the hotel building where he and his men were making their headquarters. During the evening we listened to the reports of those who had been out on detail, ranging through the desolated settlements for the purpose of burying the dead and rescuing any who had escaped. From these reports it was very evident that the Indians had lost none of their usual cunning in devising means to torture, before their death, many of the'r un fortunate victims, especially women and children. Judging from the number of dead already reported. Captain Dane %vas of the opinion that the massacre would prove to be the largest in the history of the countr}-. Later it was found to number eight hundred victims or more, making it nearly three times as great as the famous ^^'\'oming Valle\- massacre in 1778. "It being important that we should return soon, we decided to take a direct course for Algona by way of Iowa Lake and so save time. Learning that a couple of soldiers were detailed to burn a building in yvhich they had found the putrid body of one of the unfortunates, early the next morning, a mile or two out on our way, we arranged to be called in time to breakfast with the company mess and go with them. In starting out through the town we passed a line of the barricade that had not been disturbed. It was made up in sections of cord wood, lumber, wagon wheels, piled up layer upon layer, and kegs of nails set upright, tier upon tier, with broken joints. Quite a large section was built up with trunks and boxes filled with goods from the stores, that were still exposed to the weather. More than one hundred and fifty lumber wagons had entered into its make-up, with everything else available. The wagons had been taken away for the purpose of carrying the women and children as well as the sick and wounded, at the time the town was abandoned. We soon brought up at the doomed building and saw its lonely occupant lying upon the floor. He added one more to the list of the unknown dead, as there was nothing about his person by which he might be identified. We now left our escort to perform their task while we went on our way. During the forenoon we came to a newly made, unoccupied, log structure, marked 'Fort Madelia,' in large letters, evidently haying been put up by the settlers for a place of refuge where they might he better prepared to defend themselves in case the Indians should make an attack. .At noon we went to a farm to feed our horses. In looking about we noticed a large field of grain ready for the stack. In the yard there were several finished stacks; one was partly finished with the rack over turned nearby and a part of the load lying under it on the ground. Going to the house not far away we passed through the open front gate and walked up to the open door; the spirit of the home seemed to say, 'Just in time. Walk in. Dinner Is ready and waiting for you.' We went in and found the table full}- pre pared for the meal; a large baked goose was lying on the platter, with carving knife and fork at Its side. Had It not been waiting so long and had Captain Dane not cautioned us about eating anything found at the homes on our way, on account of poison, we should have been inclined to accept the seeming invitation. As it was, we pre ferred a vegetable lunch such as we could find in the well kept garden nearby. Everything about this home seemed to be in order and undisturbed, so from what we had seen It became an easy matter to read the circumstances under which the family had left. The last load of grain before dinner Avas being put into the stack. The conque shell King on the shelf had been used in giving the dinner call. \A'hen the grain ^vas about two-thirds unloaded parties came out of the oak openings nearby and gave the alarm of Indians. .A few persons stopped to raise the rack from the wagon and turn it off. The wagon box ^vas hurriedl}- put on, the folks from the house rushed out, not stopping to take anything with them or even to close the door, and all were off. Thousands of people over a large part of the state of Minnesota abandoned their homes in a similar manner at all hours of da\- and night, whenever the alarm was given. There was an Immense loss of propert}- in consequence, hut this was nothing in comparison with the injury and suffering from exposure and excite ment on the part of the people themselves. After lunch our course led us across a large unsettled prairie, as at that time no settlements had been made awa\- from the timber. "It may be presumed that from the time we left New Ulm we were alert in noticing whatever might be going on about us, so that when we saw some large, dark objects in front, crossing our course to the east, and so far away in the smoky, dusty air that we could not make out what they were, we gave them our closest attention. We watched them carefully for some distance, with the thought of Indians uppermost in our minds, ^^'hatever the}- were, however, it was quiet- ing to know that they were going away from us at good speed. But when they were seen to stop and soon after turn about and retrace their course partly toward us we were decidedly anxious. We rode on quickly to where we could plainly see them when passing in front and stopped. We did not have to wait long, however, before we were well pleased to see the objects that we had been watching de velop into two teams and wagons, with several men in each. The men were standing up, beating, prodding and urging their teams In a way to bring out their best possible speed. It now became a puzzling matter for us to determine what the cause might he for such a terrible fright. If It was from seeing us we could not account for their stopping and then turning hack partly toward us. It was more likely that they had seen Indians in front or something mistaken for them, from whom they were trying to make their escape. If they had really seen Indians we felt it to be rather important for us to know it and to plan accordingly, as we were not armed. Under the circumstances Mr. Carey and I decided to overtake them as quickly as possible and learn the cause of their fright, so that if it came from us we could make ourselves known and thereby relieve them and also save their teams from further violent work. When we rode up to their side and called on them to stop, they only made a greater effort in urging their teams forward. Finding we could not get their attention in this way, we rode up partly in front of the horses, and managed to make ourselves known, when their teams were slowly brought to a halt. We found the party to be made up of Norwegians who hardh' knew how to give expression to their feelings when they found they were not to be harmed. When they recovered sufficiently to talk we were told that on first seeing us they became very much alarmed, thinking we were Indians, and so hurried their teams as best they could on their way. After going some distance it occurred to them that the whole country was being overrun by Sioux and that it would be use less for them to go any farther expecting to escape. They then quickly unloaded their goods and started back hoping to reach their cabins, some five miles from where we were, up the Watonwan river. They also told us that when the first alarm of Indians reached their settlement they had taken their families to Albert Lea but had returned to get a supply of bedding and other articles for their use, and were on their way back when they first saw us coming from the north. We now got off from our horses while they got out of their wagons and so we met and became acquainted, with a vigorous handshake over the affair. As I remember, it was a pretty good feeling group just them on the prairie of the Watonwan. After talking it over they decided to go hack to their homes and stay over night and invited us to go with them, which we did. It proved to be very fortunate for us as we found good quarters for the night and were well cared for by our newly made friends. On the following morning, before parting with them, they asked to be advised as to the safety of their returning and wintering their stock on the farms. We answered them at once that we should not like to take the risk. They evidently did return, however, and quite likely lost their lives by so doing, in the following March, as a report came out at that time that the Sioux had killed a party of Norwegians at the headwaters of the Watonwan. "Our trip from here on, through an unsettled section of country to Iowa Lake was uneventful ; there \ve stayed over n-ght at the Thompson home. We had now traveled beyond the places where Captain Dane's cautious advice could apply and so made free use of the abundance of supplies found at this home. From that place we reached home by one more day's travel, on September 2, 1862, making six days in all from the start." This is not the place to tell the story of the Northern Border Brigade that supplanted the local companies of defense. .Mr. Ingham has told it In full In the Annals of Iowa, October number, 1902. Company A, of which Mr. Ingham was captain, was mustered in early in September, 1862, and was not released from service until December 30, 1863. It was under Captain Ingham's superintendency that Fort Defiance was built at Estherville, the largest and most substantial of the frontier fortifications of the northwest border. The Indians were gone, they were gone long before the legislature of the state had ordered the mustering of the brigade. But the border brigade was needed to restore confidence. The last incident is perhaps a fitting one with which to bring to an end this story of life of the Iowa of yesterday. Immediately after disbanding the company at Estherville, in the midst of the winter, the Kossuth County members gathered together their belongings and pre pared to return to their homes. The second day out from Estherville, as they were about half way between Emmetsburg and Algona, near where \A'hIttemore Is now, night was approaching, bitter cold, with a storm already sufficiently far along to blind the trail, and make it Impossible to follow the beaten track. It was necessary to secure a light, and the teams were halted while search of the wagons was made. For a long time it seemed as though the search would be unsuccessful. At length a short stub of candle was found and the road regained. By that time night was on and it ^vas proposed to cache the loads and travel more rapidly. The proposal was accepted by everybody but Mr. Ingham. He had a powerful team and although Mrs. Ingham urged the perfect safety of remaining on the prairies he was not convinced. The storm proved to be one of the most severe ever ex perienced on the frontier. For four days nobody considered returning for the abandoned wagons, and during most of that time the horses were not even visited In their stalls. It had been 2 o'clock in the morning before the Inghams were delivered at the little Hender son hotel, then conducted by Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Stacey. But it was a most fortunate decision. Mr. Ingham's judgment was almost unerring throughout life and his willingness to undergo any labor Lieutenant Colonel Sawyers, reporting to Governor KIrkwood, after describing the works at Estherville at some length, said: "You will see from this report, together with the plan, that the works at Estherville are more extensive than at any other point on the line, and have been completed under many difficulties. The works reflect much credit upon the taste, ability and untiring energy of the com mandant of the post." once he had decided was characteristic of him. Nobody could have weathered that storm to come to the rescue of Mrs. Ingham and her three oldest children if they had been left on the prairies. Mr. Ingham's Tarpon or Sit'ver King. March 20, 1895, Mr. Ingham wrote the story of his capture of a Silver King at Myers, Fla. This fish, beautifully mounted, is hung in the public library at Algona. He said: "On reaching Myers our arrangements were very quickly made for visiting the fishing grounds. A boat, a guide known to me as 'Jim', and a start the following morning before daylight, with a seven mile ride on the river in company with a fleet of boats constituted the preliminaries. As soon as we arrived the anchors were cast in about eight or nine feet of water and then the rods and lines were brought out, the hooks were baited with about three-fourths of a pound of mullet and then were cast from 50 to 150 feet away for the purpose of feeding cat fish, crabs, channel bass, and an}- number of other indescribable meat eaters at the bottom. We were ver}- liberal and ten mullets were distributed the first day with nothing but one channel bass weighing 29 pounds for the day's work. The second day was a repetition of the first, except that a large shark took the place of the bass, which gave us exciting sport. The third day we were not annoyed by our former friends and while we were waiting and watch ing for a tarpon, handled the line in rather a sleepy condition. All at once the line started and In an instant not over 100 feet away we looked on our first fish, with head 10 feet above the water, his silvery sides gleaming in the bright sun light. As the water was shaken from him he appeared to be in the midst of a thousand glittering gems. A heavy thud and the picture was gone, 'and the fish too' Jim said at once, while my only words were 'too bad.' Reeling in the line quickly, however, a pressure was felt, and then I said, not in a whisper, 'Jim, we've got him.' Running within 15 feet of the boat and not 40 feet away he made his second leap into the air, which brought applause from all the fleet, with several encores when his third appearance was fully appreciated, and then at once he started for the gulf. His boisterous manner of drawing us soon convinced us that we must stop him to save our tackle, so we took him in tow and he appeared to enjoy the trip as well as we had before. Then the contest began again, and for half an hour it was a desperate struggle for mastery with uncertain results. As Iowa has no record of having taken a 'Silver King', we felt that the first must be landed, which at last was the successful outcome. The records show him to have been caught March 19, 1895, by the writer, in one hour and ten minutes, length six feet one inch, weight 140 pounds, the heaviest taken this season." ^^^K''::/;!!^-"^'-^1?-rT? '" '—I—* ;,—«' ^"^"iPMR^m ^^^f !r**# , . ' ^ ..agwKaS - — "" • ^^Tw^P Hr -'A'lfe'A''-4%:^^'l ---, 1 xAh. '1 fiwMi »^^J^ttfgT J |C-J PjKJi l^i jMEtm Wmmljl /J IJ fHD mBuli '/ 1^ J k "^UnJIJl- ft'll WtM ^i W/MM ^^iHI^I^ J'f jW r --¦? Fnf ^ ~ i 1 '^£ ¦¦' '-''^^^^^^^^^i^SlftS^nifff -^ «»i ^^ .^ ¦¦¦ '-¥;,''''*iS!^WHiiiiii£ .-/ rfaj'j ca/c// o/ Muscalonge in Northern Wisconsin. Trout fishing in Lake Cushman, Washington. In After Years In his later years, after an active business career, Mr. Ingham came back to his love of the frontier. Angling became his recreation, and with rod and reel he visited nearly every fishing water from the gulf to Hudson's Bay and from one coast to the other. In 1898 he was invited to attend a banquet tendered to Homer A. Miller at Eagle Grove. He had been a fishing companion of Mr. Miller's on more than one occasion. He was not able to attend the banquet in person, but he responded by letter to the toast that had been proposed for him: "My Fishing Partner". In the course of that letter he wrote: "Fishing, what is it? How few understand. And now will you not accept an invitation from my partner, to go with us when the warm days of summer come again, to some one of the many mountain valleys, away from all the works of man, and there in the wildest of towering walls, be seated on the moss cushioned rocks and then listen, first to the soft murmurings of the lofty firs and pines as they are played upon by the winds from the mountain side, or the notes of the ripples as they echo from the canyon walls, or the distant sound of the waterfall, as the clear waters go rushing down, all combined it becomes the melody that only nature can produce? From this we drop again to the level earth, as some one calls out 'The trout are rising'. Fully equipped with rod in hand, we take to the stream, casting the fly gently here and there upon the waters, until with rush and splash, we have hooked our first. But in a moment he is gone; again we cast until another is fastened to our hook and is found to be too small, and so is carefully returned; again a splash and after a desperate fight we land our first worthy of the basket, a two- While on this Florida fishing trip Mr. Ingham captured a dolphin. He writes: "While we were over on the other coast at Flagler's princely hotel, the Royal Ponciana, we were talking of catching king fish with rod and reel. We were told that only one had ever been caught that way, that the king fish could break the strongest rod made. That was enough to determine us. We soon ran into a school of king fish and one of them hooked on my line. He jumped fully eight feet and shook himself loose. A few minutes later I had another strike, and when the fish made its leap it proved to be a dolphin. I soon discovered that I had the liveliest fish on my line I had ever tried to pull In. There were twenty minutes of leaping and racing. Then a shark appeared. I saved the dolphin from the shark by pulling him as the shark rolled on his back to seize him. By th's process I soon had him at the boat, the shark coming up within two feet. The dolphin weighed about fifteen pounds, but he was big enough to satisfy me. For beauty of color nothing can surpass the dolphin. While dying every shade of the rainbow appeared on his sleek smooth sides." pounder. And so with varying success until the shadows remind us it is quite time to draw our rods for the day and return to camp. Who can experience all this without being thrilled? And yet this is only a glimpse. Now you ha\'e taken the trip up with us, may we not ask and expect you to join our craft and follow the gentle art? The rules are few and may be found In this Injunction: 'Do as you would be done by'. Acquaintances are made and friendships formed that are not easll}- dropped or broken." Some hint may be had of Mr. Ingham's wide acquaintance with the fishing waters of the countr\- from a few sentences from letters written to him b\- his fishing companions: Haywood, Wis.: Would like to know how your party intend to fish, single or doubled up, so that I could furnish you with the requisite number of guides. If you Intend coming would like to know whether your party would prefer to furnish your own pro\-isions or have me furnish them. — Frank Griffin. Big Timber, Mont. : I do not know of any reason why I cannot go with }-ou before or after that date, and it will be a pleasure for me to do so. If you conclude to stop here please notify me a few da\s in advance of your arrival here so I can arrange for a man to stay In the office during my absence. Give mv best regards to Mrs. Ingham. — H. C. Pound. Pelican, Ore.: Think that we can accommodate you about the time that you speak of coming. The weather Is clear and the trout take the fly and trawl, too. There is lots of fish If }'0u can take them. — George W. Jones. Olympia, Wash.: The new proposition which I feel will meet with your approval. Make our headquarters with Bentel. Have him make arrangements for two extra beds and to do our cooking, etc., which we will call camp. Now, as I remember, his house Is about a quarter mile from canyon. Have him Improve this trail to the canyon and also have him cut trails both up the canyon and down as far as necessary to reach the open river, which would not be far either way. Then if we were gomg for all day down the river, which I believe is about four miles to the mouth, we can have him meet us with team and bring us back In the evening. In this way I think we could plan so we could get in good time. — Geo. E. Thomp son. Belton, Mont.: I think you will find fishing as good as it was when you was here before. You had better try and get here the last of July or first of August. Let me know about what time you will come so I can he prepared to go with you. — Corey Daw. Helena, Mont.: If you visit the park you have the upper and lower Yellowstone river and lake and numerous smaller streams where it is only a question of how many you can carry at one time now. Our Montana closed season does not apply to the park. — M. H. Bryan. New York City: "I was very glad to hear that you would make an effort to go to Florida with me. We leave here on Wednesday, February 6, going by steamer to Jacksonville. I will look forward to return mail with great Interest for your reply." — William C. Harris, editor "The American Angler" and author of "The Fishes of North America." In Appreciation Mr. Ingham's character may be judged as accurately as by any thing he did bv the simple request he made for the distribution of his property. He left no will: "I wish to suggest as to the division of any property left, that a fair valuation of each tract or item be made at which it can be selected and taken and then charged to the one so taking it as part of their share on a final division of all the estate. In case any of the children do not wish to take any of the property, then said prop erty is to be sold at such time as may be thought best and divided share and share alike. Trusting this may be done in the best of spirit and harmony, so that a lasting benefit may result from it to each of our children and those who will follow after them, is the one strong desire of your loving and affectionate father." Mr. and Mrs. Ingham celebrated their golden wedding on Novem ber 27, 1907. On that occasion Senator A. B. Funk, who had known both well, said among other things in his Spirit Lake Beacon: "They have reared a family of useful men and women, none of whom have cast reproach on an honored name. They have been consistent in the service of God and active in good works among the children of men. For thirty-seven years Captain Ingham has been at the head of a banking institution of excellent record at Algona and in his old age finds himself in possession of legitimate material reward of his in dustry and character. All honor to Captain and Mrs. Ingham. As the golden glow of evening sheds mellow luster at the close of a perfect day so may the benign influences of lives well spent soften the cares of earth and sooth and sustain them as their life work is closing." When Mr. Ingham died, in July, 1914, the Advance of Algona, concluded a review of his life with this statement: "It is difficult to make an estimate of Mr. Ingham's character in a few words. He was a typical pioneer, and yet he was something more, for he did not run away from civilization as many pioneers do. Instead he welcomed it. No one did more than he to settle the County. He expanded with the growth of the country, keeping pace with progress. He was an indefatigable hunter and trapper In the early da\'s. He knew ever\- foot of the wilderness for fifty miles around. No one better understood the Indian. It was natural when the .\orthern Border Brigade was organized after the massacre at New- Ulm that he should be made captain of one of the companies and sent to build Fort Defiance. Some of the soldiers he commanded then are still living. After the Indians were driven away he came back to civil life and built a growing business. He dealt in town lots and farm real estate. He was fair in all his dealings and today there is no one to question his methods. He accumulated a comfortable fortune. Towards the end of his life he gradually gave up his busi ness. In his last years he traveled much, spending his winters and the heated months of the summer in more favorable climates. But he always came back home two or three times a year. To the last he held the unwavering respect, confidence and affection of the many who had known him for long years." Mr. Ingham at Ss. ?&^yiye. yv-:^X^~ a^.'ia^ ^ Af <^^r<&£i-7^?fi^ Aj£-^^ <^tc-^^ '^i Organiz.ing the First Bank ^^ '" W'f'H.InahaiiiJianker ii^"^^ ^¦f l'avtoHl.-«rift.i. ,»/ "In 1865 I left the farm and came to Algona, where I was kept busy locating homesteaders and selling other lands. .As Fort Dodge was the nearest place where exchange could be bought, I opened an account with Austin Corbin of New A'ork City. On January U, 1867, the first draft was issued for $100, for James L. Paine. My desk in the old court house was so located that a light could always be seen throitgh the window and when I had come in from surveying in the evening I was ready for business. We ran along this way until a small banking building was erected on State street (the Goeders corner) and I was ready for business early in 1869. On January 1, 1870, Lewis H. Smith joined with me In introducing the first banking business in Central Northern Iowa, under the firm name of Ingham & Smith. Our partnership proved to be very successful. On May 23, 1873, E. C. Buffum and Joseph W. Wadsworth joined with us, and we then incorporated as the Kossuth County State Bank." }V. If. TN.ar.oi. T.rwii II. Smith. ^^GHAM & SMlTp^ BANKERS, AND DEALERS IN REAL ESTATE, ji-x.a-oisr.^. IO-W7-.S.., In the foreground the Kossuth County State Bank. Immediately over the top of the bank building Ihe Ingham home block. Taken in the early 70's. Fiftieth .-Inniversary of Ihe Founding of Ihe Congregational Church. In the front row, from left to right: B. F. Reed, Rev. W. J. Suckow, Mrs. C. D. Pettibone, Mrs. Jos. Thompson, Mrs. Lewis H. Smith, Lew's H. Smith, Mrs. J. E. Stacey, Mrs. David King, David King, Mrs. Wm. H. Ingham, Wm. H. Ingham. Laying the corner stone of the court house. The old Russell hous stood Inhere the Algona house noiu stands. Excavating for the basement of the Robinson Hardware Store. Looking from State street towards the Ambrose A. Call home. The little building is Miss Wooster's academy. At the extreme left is the old Lamb building, used for postoffice, J. H. Warren, post master. In the distance the orig'nal Call home, later burned. Pioneer Business Houses. This is a photograph of the beginning of the court house. The view is from the south side of the court house block looking northeast. From left to right the buildings shown are the tipper Des Moines office, and next to it the Mclntyre hardware store and residence jo'ned. This is now the site of Mayor Wadsworth's home. On the corner where the Advance office stands was the John Winkel store. The building next to it was originally Judge Call's land office, the first story used by Kenyon for a drug store. It has been used recently for a Chinese laundry. The next building was J. B. Winkel's cloth ing store, built in 1868 by Simeon Hatch. It stands now on the rear of the lot, the Moe market building occupying the old site. The build ing to the extreme right was the old store of Theo. Chrischilles. At Ihe H'ussell Houjief llutfsilinj Jj-ciiiiio, .^f/nrft JOtli, '7,1. / .:IIj:^.A. y^ inid Lii