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Reminscences of early Michigan History 1800's
He ran, I after him, down toward his home, the snow being about a foot deep. I came up to him in about twenty rods, struck him over the head with my hickory, and he fell into the snow. I gave him one or two good cuts across his thighs, and left him. The next morning I left for Saginaw, on business, on an Indian pony, and as I was about starting, the fellow came in, painted black; said he was drunk and was sorry; said he was put up to it. I told him we wanted nothing to do with him, to go home and keep away from us, or he would get worse punished.
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