Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1867-04-05
Ano her Romance Connected with the Kim
ball Family, Lately Rescued from Indian
C4DtiVity.

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The Kimball family, whose eighteen years
Of captivity among the Sioux and Snake In
dams, has given them worldwide notoriety,
passed through this city on Saturday. They
% to Horican, where they expect to find their
friends, but have been disappointed so many
times that they do not look forward with any
very high hopes.
While the party were at the depot on Sat-
urday awaiting the departure of the train an
affecting little incident occurred, which
touched the hearts Of all.
A party of Indians who had been about
the city peddling trinkets, passed along. They
we're decorated with their paints, and looked
as uncouth as savage only knows how to
look.
The little son Of Mrs. Kimball was the
first to discover the party, and springing
down from the chair in which he had been
standing, looking out Of the window, near to
the door, He was not over four years Of
age, but bright-eyed and quick-witted, and
dropped his hands and commenced calling to
the party in his lnfantile Indian dialect, and
expressing his Joy in every conceivable way.
The poor mother saw this, and the tears start
ed to her eyes, as she saw how closely the
boy chung to his Indian associates. She went
to the door. and taking her child by the arm,
attempted to lead him away, but the latter
resisted and chung to the door, called to the
Indians again and again in lamenting tones,
and would not leave.
The Indians heard the boy, and marched
with their measured tread to the de-
pot entrance. One of the party, delicate
looking squaw. not over fifteen years of age,
no sooner saw Mrs. Kimball then she
dropped her basket Of bead work upon the
pavement. and with peculiar Indian cry,
threw herself at the feet of Mrs. Kimball,
and grasping her clothes kissed her dress
time and again, muttering song Of praise
all the while. Her joy seemed beyond de-
scription, and Mrs. Kimball. in return ex-
hibited no little qualification at meeting the
young squaw, while the other Indians stood
looking on with characteristic nonchalance
and Indifference. Mrs. Kimball had no lit
tie difficulty in satisfying the young squaw
that she had fully expressed her gratitude,
and in getting her to rise, when they COM
menced conversation in the Indian dialect.
The squaw asked questions earnestly, and
upon receiving the reply to one, went to the
men of her tribe, took from them what mon
ey they had, and returning, placed it in the
lap of Mrs Kimball 1t was not a large
sum, but, when declined, the look Of reproach
and sincere sorrow on the face of the squaw
expressed her feeling.
In few words Mrs. K. told the history
of the squaw. While she was captive
among the Sioux, war party one day
brought in number of Navajoes as prison
ers-a party which they had captured. =
Among them was daughter Of the chief,
ten years Of age. Great preparations were
made to put the prisoners to the torture, aud
the efforts Of both Mr.. and Mrs. Kimball
could not save them Mrs. K. determined
that the child should not suffer, and at a
great risk to her own life she entreated and
insisted until she obtained promise that the
child should be spared for some days.
That night Mrs. X. supplied the young
Indian with pony and Novisions, cheered
her young heart by words Of counsel land d.
recting her how to proceed, set her on her
way The wrath of the Sioux, when they
found next day what had been, knew no
bounds; and it required no little effort to pre-
vent them from wreaking their vengeance up
on Mrs. Kimball
The position Of her husband occupied as
medicine man" in the tribe saved her, but
did not prevent them from separating her
from her husband for two long weary years
It was terrible punishment to her, and what
she suffered would have killed her but for the
hope Of securing their liberty, which buoyed
her up.
She had never seen or heard of the young
Navajoe until this meeting on Saturday,
She had forgotten the young squaw but the
latter had not forgotten her, nor the act Of
kindness which had saved her from torture to
death.
Until the cars left the young squaw chung
to the garments Of her protector, and when
the train with Mrs Kimball on board moved
off she watched it with keen eye until it
disappeared in the distance, and then turn
ing away uttered moan of lamentation 1t
was scene which none who saw it will ever
forget. -Mil,cuukie Sentinel.
: HONOR TO Whom HONOR is DUE.-The