Levi Morgan was there, skinning a wolf, which he had just taken from a trap. He quickly seized his gun and sprang behind a large boulder, the Indians taking shelter behind trees as soon as he was from their view. He found that the Indians were looking for him at the other end of the rock, and seeing one peep out, immediately pulled his gun and fired, on which the Indian fell dead. But on turning to reload his gun, found that he had left his powder horn where he was skinning the wolf. He then darted from behind the rock with all of his speed, and one of the savages took after him.
For some time he held his own in the race, but the savage, being used to such work, began to gain on him. The chances were very slim now for Morgan, and seeing this he threw his gun and shot pouch down, thinking that the Indian would stop and pick them up, but the Indian did nothing of the kind. They ran on until they reached the top of the hill. Here he stopped, and as though some one was on the other side of the hill, called out: "Come on, come on; here's one, make haste."
The Indian, thinking that he was calling upon some one on the other side of the hill, immediately beat a hasty retreat. Morgan then turned and went home, being pleased with his success, leaving his gun, shot pouch and coat to reward the savage for the deception practiced upon him.
At the treaty of Auglaize [in 1795], Morgan met the Indian who had given him such a chase, and he still had the gun that Morgan had thrown down. After talking over the circumstance, they decided to test the ownership of it by a friendly race. The Indian being beaten, rubbed his hands and said: "Stiff, stiff; too old, too old." "Well," said Morgan, "you got the gun by outrunning me then, and I should have it for outrunning you now," and accordingly took it.
Qijote wrote:Awesome, Rick! Fascinating stories. Thanks for posting this. I'll will surely visit some of these same places.
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