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ordered to go to the front porch and entertain
her other visitor, Miss Mollie Bent, while she (Mrs. John Powers) did
up the kitchen work and cleared up the dining room. Mrs. Fogel did so
with reluctance, wondering greatly just how a real Indian would do up
her greatly "civilized" kitchen work. But she did not wonder long, for
very soon, indeed, the daughter of "Old One Eye" came to inquire of
her host where to place the dishes and how to arrange the dining room.
Mrs. Fogel was as pleased as she was surprised at the neatness and

despatch with which the work had been done and told her
daughter-in-law so, little knowing that she was dealing with her own
son's wife. Each Saturday after this John Powers' wife visited at the
home of her mother-in-law and learned many things from Mrs. Fogel
that only endeared her more to the Fogel family. Swiftness and
despatch is one of the Indian characteristics.
Early in the spring of 1863 Colonel Bent sold John Powers his train of
nine wagons for $10,000. Powers then started to the states in February
to load up. He loaded with corn to be taken to Fort Union, New Mexico,
for the Government. With his two original wagons his trip netted him
$10,000. He immediately returned to the states to make his second trip
and to visit his wife and Miss Mollie Bent in Kansas City, Missouri.
His mother did not know he was there. When he arrived in Kansas City
from his second trip he decided to put his "spurs" on, so to speak, so he
bought him a fine carriage, a team of prancing horses, and went like a
"Prince of Plenty" to the home of his mother.
It had already been planned that Hiawatha One Eye Powers, that is,
Mrs. John Powers, would be ensconced at the home of Mrs. Fogel, his
mother. Mollie Bent was there, and girl like, was delighted over the
romance being enacted under that roof. The heart of the Indian maid
was beating a happy tattoo under her civilian dress.
A cloud of dust up the road announced that John was now near the
parental roost. Mrs. Fogel with her motherly solicitude was awaiting
him with happy tears dimming her eyes. She took in with all a mother's
fondness his high-stepping prancers, his prosperous appearance, last
but not least the entire absence of the Indian daughter-in-law.
When the greeting of mother and son was over they went into the house
where Mrs. Fogel introduced her Indian friend, remarking as she did so
that she was a rare and exquisite wild flower of the plains.
Consternation and surprise chased themselves over Mrs. Fogel's
features when she, turning, beheld her protege pressed upon her son's
breast. With eyes ablaze with happy lights he led her to his mother,
saying, "Mother, I now introduce you to my wife."

When Mrs. Fogel had recovered from the surprise which accompanied
the shock of this disclosure she seized the girl in her motherly arms,
and if ever a girl got a "hugging" Hiawatha got one from an ACTUAL
mother-in-law.
Mollie Bent was hysterical, laughing and crying at the same time.
When John Powers had loaded his train he took back with him his wife
and her friend, Miss Mollie Bent, as far as Fort Lyon. Fifteen years
after this incident I met John Powers in Topeka, Kansas. He looked at
me a long time and I returned his stare. Finally he said, "Ho, there, ain't
your name Billy, the boy who used to get along with the Indians so
well, cuss your soul?" I told him that I was, and he said, "I'm right glad
to see you again, Billy." I asked him if he wasn't John Powers, and he
told me he was. Then I asked him his business in Topeka, and he told
me he had just brought his two daughters to Bethany College at Topeka,
Kansas.
Mr. Powers was at that time badly afflicted with cancer of the tongue,
and he told me that he hadn't long to live. He also told me that he had
bought the Old Arcadia Indian Camp on the Picketwaire River
(Picketwaire means River of Lost Souls or Purgatory to the Indians).
The camp is between Fort Lyons and Bent's Old Fort on the opposite of
the river. Some of the land at that time was rated at $50 per acre and is
now, most of it, worth $100 per acre. His rating at the time of death in
Dun & Bradstreet's Commercial Report was four million dollars. That
was the last time I ever saw him.
CHAPTER V.
Barnum, Veil and Vickeroy Go a Journeying With Barlow and
Sanderson.--Vickeroy Is Branded "U.S.M."
In the fall of 1863 I