New Ulm review., 1912-08-21
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Rider. / slipped 81. He swing him.
self on and trotted away without
deigning to notice me further. His
companions, seemingly we'll pleased
with the performance followed their
leader. I was free again. Thus far
! had known no fear at all. But I
thought 1t prudent to give the road q
wide berth by going around the bluff
rather than through 1t. Before again
reaching the road saw the first dead
lying in the grass. It was the body
of Frenchman, one of two brothers
who were operating the ferry at which
Captain Marsh and his command
we're annihilated q few hours later.
Dog Guards Dead Master.
Il can never forget the appealing
look the murdered mans little dog
gave me as he sat by the side of his
master licking the ciotted blood from
his face. Thenceforth my movements
were guided with more caution. In
dians, wagons and oxen, among them
our own, passed me while l lay in
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the Indians had disappeared l would
run until saw new signs of danger,
when l would hide again. In this
manner l reached Faribault's place
about noon.
, Il saw group of Indians outside
the house, the same group as I after.
wards learned, which was deciding
the fate of my people. One look was
enough. | dashed into a cornfield on
the opposite side of the road and
made a detour around the usual ford
ing place and thus missed seeing
what happened at Faribault's.
con the east side of the stream the
road left the valley and wound up
the hill toward Magner's place. The
underbrush now impeded my progress
and l again ventured into the road.
When half way up the hill was sud-
denly confronted with two young war
riors who came round sharp curve
One carried a double-barreled shot
gun, the other bow. The one with
the bow got ready instantly to send
an arrow through me, but his CON-
panion quickly thrust the bow aside
with the butt Of his gun.
Captured by Foemen.
"'Where go?' he asked me.
II answered that I was bound for
'Teepe Tauke,' or Big House, as the
Indians called the fort. He shook
his head to indicate that l was mis-
taken, and ordered me to face about
and precede them down the hill.
This was the beginning of my sew
en- weeks captivity.
"The trip down the hill to the ford
occupied but few minutes. Here we
came suddenly on evidences of the
brutal work of the Indians that day.
The body of John Zimmerman lay by
the stream. 1t was stretched out as
naturally as though he was taking a
MONDAY nap. This fact was what l
thought till l tried to rouse him. Then
I discovered that John would wake
no more. The body of his brother,
Gotfried, lay in the water, he having
been shot while trying to escape on
q log. The father of the boys lay on
the west bank of the stream. My cap
tors must have suspected that he was
still living for they rolled him over
and crushed his skull with blows from
the butt of the gun. Scattered about
were the few household articles that
had been thrown on the wagon at
home. picked up some articles of
clothing, but was ordered to drop
them. A couple of books were there.
We had only two in our house, Web
ster's speller and the Bible. l tucked
the latter under my arm, but was COM
PEELED to drop that, too.
Whipped by captors.
1T appeared that my captors had
been on a recOnnOiterlng expedition
toward the fort and were in hurry
to get back and report. The party in
the house, including my mother one
brother and two sisters, must have
gone before this, for all was quiet in
and about the place. The Indians
all had vanished. My captors and !
started on again. 1 had my trousers
rolled up and one of the Indians, hav.
ing picked up a blacksnake whip
gave me an occasional cut across the
bare calves. The object was twofold
It afforded him some amusement to
see me jump and it considerably &C
CELEBRATED my speed.
On arriving at the ferry noticed a
great congestion of traffic. Four OF
five wagons drawn by oxen were
awaiting transfer. There was great
confusion. The Indians had managed
pretty we'll thus far, but coaxing the
oxen onto the ferry was another mat
ter. 1 stepped up to the foremost
team and soon it followed me onto the
boat. This act brought handicap
pings and calls of "Hocksheta
washtav,' ("good boy').
1T was not long until all had passed
to the south or agency side of the
river. Here l was allowed to rest
for a quarter of an hour or more.
0ootod mn tho hi0h hank watched