A Scalped Man's Story

[Froni the Kuhhíih City Times.) There arrived here on Friday evening's Kansas Pacific train a party of three persons, direct from Deadwood City, the new miuing town in the Black Hills, Lcarning that onj of the party had beeü nltot and scalped by lüdians, a reporter sought them out, and from Mr. A. P. Woodward, formerlyof Boston, but latterly of Custer, obtained the following interesting facts relating to a recent massacre about seventy miles north of Fort Laramie. Mr. Woodward ■was accompanied by T. S. Grates, of St. Louis, and Herman Ganzio, of Milwaukee, the latter wounded and sufferüig from a wound in tho soalp. The scalp is, in fact, half gone. Tt has often boen said that a man can live after beiug scalped ; but tmtil last, Friday evening no acular proof had been produced in this city substantiating that fact. Hermui: Gsnzio's head, from the center of the foreiiCad back to the crown of the liead, ia at present one mass of sores. The hair has teen cut awa.V by the surgeons in charge at Fort Laramie, but the pear-shaped patch. made by the scalping knife is thus mado all tlig more distiuct. The poor fellofl1 hos been in hospital since the 13th of April, but his companions havo stood manfully by him, and reitérated thoir in tention to see him through to his home. In conversation with the reporter, with whom he had been previously acquftinted, Ganzio said, describing nis mishap : " You ee we were coming down into the valley of Hut creek, on our way to Fort Laramie, when we thought we saw Indians coming down the creek to the right. Instead of camping there, we thought it safer to water our stock and go on into the hills and make a dry camp in the buehes, if we could not make Running Water creek, where a large camp of freighters was reported. " I had been sent on ahead up the hill, just where tho big stone hut stands by the road, and with a boy named Kountze, from Omaha, sat down to wait for the wagons, which were slowly coming up ont of the valley. When the wagons reached us I started on alone through the rock and pine bushes to seek a good camp. A few htindred yards further on I lcoked down a ravifle to the right and saw five mounted Indians ride across the valley. I started to go back to the train, when at least a dozen Indians ran at me out of the brush, and you bet I ran and hollered for help. In a minute more two or three of them shot at me. I feit a sharp, stinging pain in my left leg, and another in my left shoulder, and I feil. Then they were npon me in a minute, and one of them put his knee on my back, while another hit me a clip with a club or a butt of gun, I don't know which. I had no time to think. All I knew was I was being scalped ; my hair was held tight. I feit a hot, a redhot, stinging sort of pain all around the top of my head - being torn out by the roots ; it was too much ; I couldn't stand it ; I died - at least I thought I did. But my scalp was saved just as it was being torn off. The boys at the wagons had seen me running ; saw the Indians and came on - thirteen of them - and got up just in time to prevent the red devils finishing their work. The Indians, as wel] as my friends, thought I was dead. But I came to again, and my scaip was laid back. It was oüly half torn off, as you will see, and is gro wing again nicely. " The poor fellow was taken to Forl Laramie, and received every attention, and as soon as he was able started for kis párente' home in Milwaukee. He is the first white' man who has feit the "Injun's " hand in his hair this year who has lived to come home and teil how it feels. The Black Hillers spentyesterday in the city, and last evening continued their journey eastward.