Wagons West Chronicles October Issue 2016 October Issue - Page 17

October 2016 Wagons West Chronicles 17 COMMON SENSE ANOTHER AND PRESENCE OF INDIAN SCARE MIND A Kansas City Drummer Chased By Fiendish Red Men. April 21, 1877, The Times, Dodge City, Kansas — An incident occurred yesterday which agitated our city from center to circumference. It was a reproduction of the notorious Indian ace, as a benefit to and in honor of Mr. Elias Cahn, of the House of Cahn & Co., clothiers of Kansas City, who was here trying to sell clothing. All the morning the intrepid young Mr. Cahn had been relating to gaping crowds of our astonished denizens miraculous accounts of his own heroic exploits among the Indians, and expressing a bloodthirsty yearning for more Indians to conquer. Finally our boys resolved that he should be accommodated, and a hunting expedition was proposed, to which he eagerly assented. Mayor Kelley, Sam Sneider, of the firm of Somshine & Sneider, of Cincinnati; John Mueller, and our young Indian fighter made up the party. As soon as the hunters had started Messrs. Ed. Garland, J. M. Manion, S. E. Isaacson, C. H. Schultz, Mr. Wolf, C. M. Beeson, and Jas. Langton donned Indian costumes which were captured at the Doby Walls fight, and with faces hideously painted — superbly mounted, they started in a roundabout way, to intercept Mr. Cahn and his party. By the time the latter party had started the populace began to turn out. Roofs of houses, old freight wagons and telegraph poles were quickly covered with anxious spectators; mothers with young babies on their backs and older ones fol- lowing behind m ight be seen frantically rushing up Boot Hill; the silvery locks of aged and decrepit men could soon be seen fluttering over the highest and most inaccessible pinnacles of the hills adjacent to our city. When our party of Indian hunters had traveled about four miles they were suddenly startled by a fiendish Indian war whoop, and on looking up the hill on one side, they saw the blood thirsty devils riding furiously toward them in a regular Indian file. Mr. Cahn, although armed with a murderous revolver carefully loaded with blank cartridges by Mr. Samuels, decided very promptly that discretion was the better part of valor, and, turning his fiery steed toward Dodge City, applied whip and spur without restraint. When the first shot was fired by the pursuers, Mr. Cahn exhibited his skill at Indian fighting by dodging the bullet so dexterously that his elegant cap flew off his head and was seen no more. The firing was rapid, but Mr. Cahn’s head dodged faster, and he arrived safely within a mile of the city, when firing ceased, and he began to think he was saved. However it soon occurred to his mind that the city must be besieged, as the hill-tops were crowded with people, and an excited populace filled the streets. But his friend Sneider assured him, and both hunters and Indians made a triumphal entry into the city together, warmly saluted by the gang with eggs, Sitting Bull and Banta having one burst against the side of his head, to his infinite disgust. Editor’s Note: Another similar incident was reported in the August 2004 edition of Chronicle of the Old West. Click To Watch April 28, 1859, The Weekly Arizonian, Tubac, AZ — If a man faints away, says “Hall’s Journal of Health,” instead of yelling out like a savage, or running to him to lift him up, lay him at full length, on his back on the floor, loose the clothing, push the crowd away so as to allow the air to reach him, and let him alone. Dashing water over a person simply in a fainting fit is barbarity. The philosophy of a fainting fit is that the heart fails to send the proper supply of blood to the brain. If the person is erect, that blood has to be thrown uphill; but if lying down, it has to be projected horizontally, which requires less power, as is apparent. If a person swallows poison deliberately, or by chance, instead of breaking out into multitudinous and incoherent exclamations, dispatch someone for the doctor. Meanwhile, run to the kitchen, get half a glass of water in anything that is handy, put into it a teaspoonful of salt and as much ground mustard; stir it an instant, catch a firm hold of the person’s nose, and the mouth will soon fly open — then down with the mixture, and in a second or two, up will come the poison. This will answer better in a large number of cases than any other. If, by this time, the physician has not arrived, make the patient swallow the white of an egg, followed by some strong coffee, because they nullify a larger number of poisons than any other accessible articles, as antidotes to the poison that remains in the stomach. If a limb or other part of the body is severely cut and the blood comes out by spurts or jerks, be in a hurry or the man will be dead in five minutes. There is no time to talk or send of the doctor — say nothing, out with your handkerchief, throw it around the limb, tie the two ends together, put a stick through them, twist it around tighter and tighter, until the blood ceases to flow. But to stop it does no good. Why? Because only a severed artery throws blood out in jets, and the arteries get their blood from the heart; hence to stop the flow, the remedy must be applied between the heart and the wounded spot — or, in other words, above the wound. If a vein had been severed, the blood would have flowed in a regular stream — and, on the other hand, the tie should be applied below the wound, or on the other side of the wound from the heart, because the blood in the veins flows toward the heart and there is no need of so great hurry.