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      At the council ground I saw a very respectable looking white headed Indian of mixed blood, who was one of the greatest enthusiasts in the nation for the Principal Chief. This had rendered him an object of special dislike with the enemies of Mr. Ross, Currey especially. The person's name was John C. Martin. They related the following anecdote of him:
      Martin was found tipsey one day, reposing by the side of Chaytulta? Creek, near the Agency.  This was by no means unclear usual with Martin and so unclear some of the groupe thought they would have a frolic out of it. Persons were present who urged in the frolic for darker purposes, as will be seen.
      "Ho! Martin! Rouse up, old fellow -- a treaty we mean to have & a treaty we will have and there's but one way" -- 
      "What's that about treating?" muttered Martin, rubbing his eyes. "I've had treating enough to last me for awhile " ____
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