meeting his death at the hands of the Comanche savages by being shot late one evening out on the headwater of the northern prong of the Trinity River. An Indian had hidden in a small thicket of dogwood bushes and as Henry Stout rode up the Indian rose and shot his arrow. Stout wheeled off his horse, but the arrow with a flint-rock head went through his buckskin trousers and embedded itself in the thigh of his left leg so deeply that with all his strength he was unable to pull it out. He was afraid to cut it out with his knife for fear he would sever a blood vessel and bleed to death. He cut the arrow down close to his leg to keep down the vibration which would aggravate the wound. He then mounted his horse and turned toward Ft. Towson, a distance of approximately 180 miles and procured there the services of an army surgeon, who cut the arrow head out of his leg. I marvel at this man's stamina, and wonder if we have men of this same type in the present age. I saw the scar on his leg from which the arrow had been removed.

One interesting story of a bear hunt participated in by the early settlers is related by old Uncle Henry Stout. Stout, James Burkham, Isaiah D. Lawson, Sr., L. Hopkins, John Stiles, and perhaps a few others, went to Red River on a bear hunt. After camping on the river for a few days, they decided to move several miles down the stream. Lawson, Stiles and Hopkins were to take all the horses around through the trails in the forest while