“Here are some of the Indian tales I have heard. I don’t
remember the names of any of the whites or Indians involved in
these stories. The old folks used to tell us children these
tales while we sat before the fireplace at night. “In Indian
times, the whites would put pickets out about the camp or fort
to keep the Indians from slipping upon them. At one place,
several of the pickets had disappeared. The officers placed a
man on duty on night, with orders to shoot anything he saw
moving. Pretty soon he noticed an old sow rooting in the leaves
under the trees and it came closer and closer. He hated to shoot
an old sow that would later make good meat. But he had his
orders to shoot, which he did. At the crack of his rifle, the
saw r’ared upon its hind feet and feel over backwards. It proved
to be an Indian in an old sow’s skin, and this was the way the
Indians had been slipping up and killing and carrying away the
other pickets. “Another Indian story was often told to us by the
older folks. The Indians took a wo