Robbed by Indians in Early DeKalb County, Indiana

"At that time there was a large Indian Village where Denmark now is, 
And some traders came among them with whiskey, and made them drunk, so 
they came to rob us. We had worked hard all day, until nearly sundown, 
when we went to the house to eat supper. The Indians came yelling and 
soon filled the house. They then drew their knives, bows and arrows, and 
tomahawks, stuck their hands into our supper pot, and our supper was gone 
in a trice. Samuel Houlton drew a large poker, and was about to strike 
when Avery exclaimed, 'Don't strike, Sam, or they will kill us all !" Hughes 
also told him not strike, but let them take what they wanted, and he would go 
to the Indian agent at Fort Wayne and make them pay for it. They then acted 
as true lords of the soil. 

"They poured out their whiskey into their camp kettles, knocked in the 
head of a flour barrel, and also of a pork barrel, and in fifteen minutes flour, 
pork and whiskey were gone. They crossed the creek about twelve rods off, 
and camped for the night, While they were making their fires and drinking 
the whiskey, we rolled out our last barrel of flour and hid it in a brush heap. 
We had also about thirty pounds of pork up in the chamber, they did not 
get, and that was all that saved us from starvation. The two hundred Indians 
fought and screamed all night. A better sample of the infernal regions never 
could be gotten up in this world. 

"As soon as we had secured our barrel of flour, we next resolved that 
when they had generally got drunk, we would alight on them with a vengeance, 
and kill the last one nf them. So we loaded our four guns with slugs and then 
 got two tomahawks and two hand-axes, and waited until they would become 
more drunk. In this, however, we were disappointed. They did not seem 
to get more intoxicated. After drinking twenty gallons of whiskey, eating 
two hundred and thirty pounds of pork, and using up two hundred and fifty 
pounds of flour, with several bushels of potatoes, they started off about eight 
in the morning, well satisfied with what they had done. 

"We made application to the Indian agent at Fort Wayne, but never got 
any compensation for the articles taken. Every time I think of Indian 
tragedy, I feel thankful that we were prevented from imbruing our hands in 
their life blood. It was the traders, with their whiskey, that made all this trouble. 

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The Potawatomi Indians were a kind and peaceful people with the exception of this one woman

Indian Tale from Lagrange County, Indiana

The Potawatomi Indians were a kind and peaceful people with the exception of this one woman.

This is related by eye-witnesses as having occurred on the east bank of Sweet Lake. Late one

 pleasant afternoon, while one of the squaws with along wooden paddle  was stirring a pot of

 hot mush, a little    Indian boy annoyed her to such a degree as to give her passion control of 

her better judgment. Snatching the mush- besmeared paddle from the pot, she severely chastised

 the little red boy. The effect of this hot mush poultice upon the little naked denizen of the forest 

can be better imagined than described. It created quite a commotion in the camp, and in a few

 minutes after the painful occurrence, the loud screams of the frantic little sufferer had

 brought a large assembly of both sexes, who became very much enraged and cried for

 summary vengeance on the cruel offender. Some were in favor of blows, while others, more

 merciful, suggested the application of a poultice of the hot mush. As the witnesses left

 previous to the settlement of the vexed question, it is not certainly known what disposition

 was made of the cruel female. 

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