Copied from Ogden Herald, January 31, 1884.

[This appears to be the incident described in Little Soldier’s obituary.]

An Indian Shot.

For some weeks past, four or five Indians, with their families, have been camping on a sage-brush elevation a few hundred yards south of the Wilson schoolhouse, which is about two miles west of Ogden. Yesterday, one of the braves came to Ogden and partook of the spirit that maketh the red man howl. Returning to his camp, he continued the pranks which he began on his way from this city — flourishing his weapon, shooting, and threatening. He shot five times through the tent of one of his neighbors, and each bullet came near sending his fellow-Lo’s squaw into eternity. Her shawl was literally riddled, yet she managed to escape, but her warrior became wrathy, picked up his gun, and shot the brave through the body just above the heart, the bullet passing out at his back. This put a quietus to his war whoops. The shooting Indian escaped, and has not yet been heard from.

The brave that was shot is lying with a repentant spirit asking for medicine. He says he is 25 snows old, and does not yet, we presume, wish to depart to the happy hunting-grounds.

We understand the Constable of Wilson precinct is looking the matter up, and will probably have the matter investigated before the legal authorities. One of the Indians was in Ogden today, and we understand had received enough whisky to make him dangerous. This would make an excellent case against the white scoundrel who let the Indians have the intoxicante.

[The Constable of the Wilson precinct was, at least in 1882, Thomas Jefferson Wilson.]