The Princeton union., 1894-07-26

had hunted fer ME. Late Sunday evening
Lorenzo Lore. returned with his mother, bringing
II IN some son large turtles which they cooked
until after we had eaten and the children
We're asleep. The messenger Of Little Grow
had l,a returned from the fort, telling him
antll % the captives were delivered, and be
said: Let him come; we will put the cap.
tlves AYES. T. before the guns, and then he may
eno,in snooia An old man went around that
evening crying the news and announcing
tnat all must he ready to start for Red
rlVer Ill the morning, and that all taa
.:Ie SaIpeiVes VINO could not walk were to bt
L Knew that the time had come to try and
escape Lorenzo and Simon sat smoking
m In silence: | felt sure they would help us,
people and was much afraid Of the whites.
ABOUT o'clock in the morning Lorenzo's
motner IN Inc came came to US and said: II you want
my children together and found that Lor.
emo e and his family were ready to start
w we snaG erspt out Of the tent, with my baby
no = ou noise. In clump. Of chaparral we met
Honenf4s "ne fies m mother, who gave little
Tor Tor our safety and affected at parting with
llt;r,, ner son. but refused his entreaties to 60
the aS shying she was aged tree with
OF oraced US Is all, and commending us to the
fnreoG care OF r MN whom she tried to serve, re.
az ard the Minnesota river, returning every
little way to cover our tracks he made
rs,oSadp US step carefully over every log We
REEDS, sitting partly in the water, and here
we we passed the day. We heard the Indians
1eave Tonan1a the .ca camp and when they had gone
Lorenzo crept back to it and returned at
@ dark with two chickens: He found a writ.
ten ten warning for himself and Simon, saying
bodea that as many any holes would be shot into thef
-, me next m2r1ling the fugitives reached
the the river and that night embarked in dug
mother had hidden, for Fort Ridgely. MRS
N Re GbamR tba xad and her two younger children
Fails in dayrbt TaSy Ge s the Granite
rain storm drove them ashore. The % next
five children, escaped prisoners like them.
deaux, an enlisted man of the Renvilie Ran.
gers. Thursday Lawrence shot a COW and
put a quantity. of the beef into another ca
n0d Mrs he ne 9ad picked His own boy
crew of this boat, and in another rain storm
it upset, near the lower agency, the beef
her old home W6eh had not 5een arowHsa enfea
ly destroyed, Mrs. De Camp went ashore
and secured her husbands valuable papers
sion After toilsome, tedious and peril
Gus voyage of week in travelling about
nlty miles, the party arrived at Fort Ridge
~ IN another ralnstorm, and here Mrs De
Camp learned of the death of her husband
zen Gays before from wounds received at
Birch Coulie. "
Among Friends at Last
Every one in the garrison showed US the
greatest kindness, and means were givnn
me TO go to my friends. An escort was pro-
Ilded to take us to st. Peter Lieut.. # +
Sheehan in command His gentle manly
klhcneSs toward US Was most gratefully re-
celVea, as was the attention of the other
forgotten. From st. Peter I was sent to
Shakopee. where we had formerly lived. In
snort time my father came and took RIO
TO us nome in Northeastern Missouri. near
me town OF Newark. Here month before
buried, almost in the midst of a battla thai
was fought III the town between the Union
troops and the Confederates. In few
weeks after our arrival here again became
mother my family now consisting of four
Boys. We remaiued ia the South until the
close OF the war: My relatives and friends
here were about equally divided between
the Unionists and the Confederates. In 1866
/ returned to Fort Ridgely as the wife of
Rev: Joshua Sweet, the chaplain of the
garrison, and who had been the first to in
form me of my husbands death.
Paylng deserved tribute to Maule the
ferryman who lost his life at his post of
Lawrence (Ton-wan-i-ton), who became a
scout for Gen. Sibley and now lives at Sis
seton agency, S. D., and relating the details
OF the heroic conduct of her husband at
Sweet ccncludes:)
TO all those now living who befriended me
in those days of adversely still tender my
heartfelt thanks. and, in the words of Wa,
basha, say II shake hands,"
j. E. Dec. Sweet.