Saskatohawan's Gold Cave
An old Indian named Saskatohawan, now deceased, told of a cave near Lexington that contained enough gold to "buy the State of Indiana." As far as can be recalled this is what Saskatohawan said, in his own words (except changes made for clarification):
"I am an Indian and an old man; I have seen many moons, having trailed the war path for some eighty years. I was born in Kentucky in 1802 and belonged to the Pottawatamite Tribe. My father moved to the Territory of Indiana in 1816 and built his wigwam near now the town of Lexington, and was killed in the battle of Tippecanoe in 18_l. I remained near Lexington until the Pigeon Roost massacre in which myself and Uncle took a part. My Uncle was mortally wounded and before he died he told me of a great cave one and one half miles northwest of Lexington in which gold abounded in abundance and that he was the only person that was possessor of the secret.
"After the death of my Uncle I sought and found the cave and, as my Uncle represented, it was rich with shining ore, as the metal was glittering on all sides. I gathered up all the metal I could carry and took it to Vincennes, receiving in exchange a large amount of money and whiskey. I intended to return and get more, but white man invaded Indian's home and drove him away.
"I remember some of the white men who came to Territory to trade with Indian, cheat him, and drive him away. One was a tailor and tried to cut Indian's moccasins and spoilt 'em. Another was a lightning rod agent, wanted to rod Indian's hut and sell a safe. There was a big white man who big represented called "Gabe" he rode a mule and wanted to drink all of Indian's whiskey. There was another white man who couldn't talk, but made signs, and wanted to cheat Indian out of hogs and cattle and get him to vote for him so he could spoil all the roads. The worst man Indian had to trade with Ross. He would trade Indian bad horse for good pony. Indian afraid of Ross. The cave is near a creek, the mouth of which is small and goes down straight down for about 10 feet, when it strikes off in a southeast direction, becoming very large, and in there is enough gold to buy the State of Indiana. I am now old, and will soon pass over to the happy hunting grounds, to join Great Father, and before I enter the silvery stream I give and bequeath to the white man of Scott County my secret, which Indian has carried locked in his breast for 65 years. "
Saskatohawan
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An old Indian named Saskatohawan, now deceased, told of a cave near Lexington that contained enough gold to "buy the State of Indiana." As far as can be recalled this is what Saskatohawan said, in his own words (except changes made for clarification):
"I am an Indian and an old man; I have seen many moons, having trailed the war path for some eighty years. I was born in Kentucky in 1802 and belonged to the Pottawatamite Tribe. My father moved to the Territory of Indiana in 1816 and built his wigwam near now the town of Lexington, and was killed in the battle of Tippecanoe in 18_l. I remained near Lexington until the Pigeon Roost massacre in which myself and Uncle took a part. My Uncle was mortally wounded and before he died he told me of a great cave one and one half miles northwest of Lexington in which gold abounded in abundance and that he was the only person that was possessor of the secret.
"After the death of my Uncle I sought and found the cave and, as my Uncle represented, it was rich with shining ore, as the metal was glittering on all sides. I gathered up all the metal I could carry and took it to Vincennes, receiving in exchange a large amount of money and whiskey. I intended to return and get more, but white man invaded Indian's home and drove him away.
"I remember some of the white men who came to Territory to trade with Indian, cheat him, and drive him away. One was a tailor and tried to cut Indian's moccasins and spoilt 'em. Another was a lightning rod agent, wanted to rod Indian's hut and sell a safe. There was a big white man who big represented called "Gabe" he rode a mule and wanted to drink all of Indian's whiskey. There was another white man who couldn't talk, but made signs, and wanted to cheat Indian out of hogs and cattle and get him to vote for him so he could spoil all the roads. The worst man Indian had to trade with Ross. He would trade Indian bad horse for good pony. Indian afraid of Ross. The cave is near a creek, the mouth of which is small and goes down straight down for about 10 feet, when it strikes off in a southeast direction, becoming very large, and in there is enough gold to buy the State of Indiana. I am now old, and will soon pass over to the happy hunting grounds, to join Great Father, and before I enter the silvery stream I give and bequeath to the white man of Scott County my secret, which Indian has carried locked in his breast for 65 years. "
Saskatohawan
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