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a ball play. It was a brilliant one. Major Lowry, then famous at that sport, took part in it; and described it to me. It was nearly dark ere it ended. As the heated throng was quitting the play ground, the whiskey kegs of the whites met them in every direction. At such a moment, whiskey is less to be resisted by an Indian than at any other. Their spirits were excited; their bodies weary.

    It grew later. The groups were widely scattered; Major Lowry himself had set off for the agency -lined out McIntosh's but at one spot, a throng remained around a keg and among them, the most conspicuous, was Doublehead. He was mounted on his horse, with holster pistols & ready to depart towards the agency - lined out McIntosh's. Bone Cracker, a Cherokee of note, reeled up to the party and the conversation being upon national affairs, grew warm & bitter & directed by Bone Cracker against Double Head. Words followed upon words, until on a clamorous rush of Bone Cracker at his horse Double Head drew a pistol, shot him down through the throat, and putting spurs to his horse pushed on for the agency -lined out McIntosh's

    At McIntosh's Long Hut Tavern, which with his dwelling house, was of the present Agency, there was a party, drinking: and among them Ridge & the rest, who were in wait for Double Head. Nothing of course,