Northern Oklahoma College - Roundup Yearbook (Tonkawa, OK)

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-ff-ia pswgwi qrr, .-'mga an-1 Lai tsg faaa les ,Q render until we have killed him-. BY Joye, BOYS! Red spoke hastily. I believe that is old 'Gillstrape now on Rat- UGSIQHKG Rlflge- S0111eth111g Strange, too for him to be out by himself. Guess he isn't 10010115 to fllld C0H1DaHY Such a dar as this, or he would have his usual pack Of hired men with him. He has only one blood-hound, too-'twill be some surprise for old Gills all right. , The boys' looked and saw that what Red said was true. For the first time since coming to hunt the outlaws, 'Giisllstrape was alone. A swift gleam of hatred came into and hardened the face of each of fthe four men hidden from sight behind the cliff. John's usual surly tone was now made more gruff by the passion and bitterness he felt. He is alone, boys and there are four of us. That wouldn't be fair play. You Flu Stay 1191? and 1 H111 S0i11g to meet this man. iGive me your horse, Red. I am going- stand back! I will go, I said! If he should see me firrst then make quick work ot him boys. But don't shoot until I fall. He mounted the horse and was off without another word. Death was written in every line of his face. It was to be a fair, man-to-man combat. One of the two must dieg the result depended wholly on the quickness and coolness of the two men. Gillstrape was walking his horse slowly along the road. It was plain he wasnit lookiing for company. His face was cool and red. One could easily tell he had been using a stimulant to keep him warm. He was a wiry littlexfellow, cordially hailed by everybody, for he was well known to be o-ver-bearing and cruel. .Iohn Wycliff waited in the bend of the road-his hand on the trigger of his gun. As Gillstrape rode around the bend, Wyclirff pushed his horse forward. Cee-o, he said wickedly. Gillstrape instantly raised his g-un but Wyc!iff grinned and said. No, don't! A shot rang out but it had missed its mark. Said Wycliff, I'll show you how to whifp old men who are helpless. l'!l show you how to kill our brother. Like it? Bah! Coward! he cried as Gillstrape begged for mercy. You didn't have mercy-take gun, shoot. If I shoot first you die: The guns came up again. Two shots rang out, and Gillstrape lay dead in the road. John turned and shot the blood-hound that was standing near. The three brothers stripped Gfallstrape of his coat, spread it on the ground and lifted the dog upon it. Gillstrape they left lying, uncovered in the snow, thus showing that they had more respect for the dog than for the man. A month later, after the feeling aroused by the murder of Gillstrape had Some- fhit s bsided there rode into the little town of Grove four men on horse back. They u 2 'u s , came alone, unmasked, uncompelled: and gave themselves into the hands of the new sheriff. Three were tall, strong, dark, and rather'heavy setg the fourth was tall and l 1 l 1 with 1 shock of red h'V'r The Wycliff brothers had surrendered. After they s e ic c ' ' 2 t C l . had spent three months in the county jail. public sentiment became so strong in their favor that they were released. 143

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44 L. ri ' ,.f ' -5 S' - Iii? .ir The Killing of Gillstrape Ruth Muskrat, '17 The sky was a dull deep gray. There had been no sun all day 10118, 21-Hd the SDHV' inaw hills were topped with snow whiich had fallen the day before. Along Rattlesnake Ridge there ran a long straight road down into Rattlesnake hollo-w and across the Spavinaw River. The snow which had crusted over the road had not been broken ex- cept for an occasional horseback istraggler who had dared to brave' the bitter cold and the danger of an approaching storm. Across on Lone Wolf Ridge, C0V91'6d with tall green pines, could be seen occasionally the dark flitting form of an Indian hunter. The Spavinaw River, which flowed through Rattlseake hollow, gurgled, chattered, and roared as it dashed and whirled down its' rocky bed in and out among the innumerable Spavinaw hills. l ' , Gn the bank of this river under a high cliff, stood three men. They had about them the air of being watched. They moved cautiously and were constantly scanning the hills. They were Indians and all were dressed alike. They wore broad-brimmed hats and thick yellow coats lined with red and gray striped flannel which showed through on the lapel of the coat, and Several other worn places. Their shirts were oi black flannel, and their tro-users, once a yellow color but now soiled and darkened, were tucked into high gum boots which came to the knees. Each carried a huge gun. They were the Wycliff brothers, the noted Cherokee outlaws who terrorized the people of Delaware county and the surrounding country during the years 1907 and 1908. They had committed some small offense-I think it was disturbing the peace at a small school house, and in order to escape punishment had gone into hidi-ng in the Spavinaw hills. ' Gillstrape, a bigoted, cowardly sheriff, had gone to their home and commanded the feeble father to tell where his boys were hiding. When the father refused to tell. Gillstrape -took the butt-end of a rawhide whip he had with him and beat the old man without mercy. Since then the boys-with the Indian passion for revenge-had sworn not to surrender or be taken until they had killed Gillstrape. The group was joined by a slender boy on horseback. who dashed perilously into the river and up to where they stood. He was dressed like the rest, but he was ta' and. slender. He bore little family resemblance to the others though he was a brother. He was also dark, but, strange to say, he had a shock of red hair. His' eyes fashed with fire and action, and his'whole attitude was one of bold, reckless daring. Red, said John, the oldest, in a gruff tone, don't you know better than to bring a horse here. Naw', carelessly brawled the boy. Nobody here to hurt us-none of our enemies I mean. ' Not, eh? John waved his hand. What do ye see up there?,' Who-ee. Red said slowly as he caught sight of some dark forms on Rattlesnake Ridge. HI reckon though I am ready. . Did you get in home. Red? asked Dan, another brothe1'. Yes, but it was mighty tough work though-had to sneak in. They were watch- ing the house. Bill died last night. We CDad and D buried him about midnight. They don't know he is dead, and w0n't knowf' Dead! the tone was one of real grief though the news was received with the usual Indian Stoicism. That leaves only four of us and our brother's death to avenge. No, it is best that the posse don't know they killed him. Poor Bill-he was the oldest of us all and the best fighter. Gillstrape did it. I saw the bullet leave his gun. ' I-Iow' is Ma, Red? asked Jack, a tall heavy set man. Not very well. Billlfs death will make it hard for her. She wants us' to give up and come home. She is afraid we are starving. Not much danger of that: we have plenty of friends who will feed ug, and game EE by no means' scarce, John said as. he fingered his gun. I hate this life, Jack continued, but I hate Gillstrape worse, and I'll not sur- 142

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5. . 1 ' : :Q 6' .ln An Old Colonial Library Wesley Ricks, '16 The book dropped from my listless hand, and slid down on the floor. Wi-th a start l awoke, recovered the book, and started to read again. The fire was warm, my story to say the least, was interesting, and my chair was Very comfortablel but YYY HS ham as I could, I was not able to concentrate my mind on my book. Something must 'bv the matter with me, perhaps the oyster stew that I had dined on had not agreed with me. With this comforting reflectiron I again Cl1'ODlJGfl my DOOR, and l3L11'lJG'Sl-Bly let lllll' many thoughts occupy my attention. At last, as I beco-me drowsier and drowsier. my mind began to wander in circles. I would think of the same thing tim-e alter time all of which tended to increase my desire to sleep. But soon a new and insistent thought came creeping through my dull brain, which finally gained recognitknn. 'i thought was this: tomorrow I must write a theme for my American Literature class. My weary mind tumbled the thought over and over without trying to penetrate U significance. What could I write about? Suddenly a title flashed before my hali- Closed eyeS,An Old Colonial Library. That title indeed offered many possibilit.. One ought to be able to write volumes about it. But then I had never seen such library, and what could one write about something one had never seen. Th s evidently gave me little distress, for I was too far gone to Care about fit. The tl1011?.'1V came less frequently, my eyes were now fully closed, and nothing but the glow from til' fire lighted the darkened room. Then came a sweet, peaceful, blank obliviong and l had slipped into the land of dreams, where one can gain one's greatest' desires in seem- ingly the easiest manner. I awoke with a start and a shudder, for I had just dreamed that I was running to make a touch down when some unseen hand had pushed me back and had not allowed me to 'touch the ball over the goal line. I rubbed my eyes and Started to rise so that I might switch on the lights and go to' bedg but as 1 tried to reach the switch, I touched some strange object with my hand. It was an old fashioned brass Candlestick with perhaps half a candle left in the socket. Then came an exclamation of Surprise- what was this Candlestick doing in my room? Again I felt for the switch, but my grasping hand encountered only a blank wall. Then I became truly curious. This must be my roomg but could I possibly have walked in my sleep. That surely must be my chair and my fireg but as I looked at the fire a second time, I saw that it was no gas fire. It was a real wood fire and not a gaslogg and those old fashioned and- irons would certainly be strangers at my grate. Tho ohaiy too looked different: oven by theldim light of the fire I could see that it was o-ld fashioned mahogany and not a cheap imitation. Then my curiosity and my desire for adventures overcoming my Call- tious fears, I decided to inspect th3s room. The candle was soon ablaze, and by its dim radiance I found several more. The light of the candles combined with the glow of the fire, lighted the room fairly well. Now, having all my preparations made, l started to explore this strange place. v ' lt was a large room with three large wfindows in the south wall opening on a wide - i b verandah. The north wall contained the fireplace which was an immense affair in ii'- 1 seqf. But the east and west walls were those which occupied my attentiondd Along each wall, running full length of the room, was a great bookcase Com jletel Y fill 1 yritl 1 A e x books. The top shelves of these bookcases reached almost to the extremely high ceili ing of the room. A soft thick carpet on the floor, and an old mahogany library table. flanked on one side by a chair equally antique completed the most t' bl f , r I no icea e urniturc ol the room. On the table I found an old and much worn Copy of the Bible lyme- by the side of Pilgrims Progressf' I couldn't imagine in whose library l. was but ? ag. termxned to make the best of my stay there. As I turned to the Sorfth Wap' uly amen- tion was arrested bv - nicture. It was a large picture yvjth a black 'frame suggestive 144 '