Mary and I: Forty Years with the SiouxRiggs, Stephen Return
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Mary and I: Forty Years with the Sioux
Riggs, Stephen Return
Dakota Indians -- Missions; Riggs, Stephen Return, 1812-1883
Some of the buildings
had been burnt; they had then five hundred women and children
inside, and if we _could_ go on--_go!_ We _went_, striking away
out on the prairie.
"Several of us girls had been mostly walking for the ten miles
back, but now, to give the least trouble, we climbed on the
wagons wherever we might find room to hold on, and sat
patiently with the rest. Ah! if a night of fear and dread was
ever spent, that was one. Every voice was hushed except to give
necessary orders; every eye swept the hills and valleys around;
every ear was intensely strained for the faintest noise,
expecting momentarily to hear the unearthly war-whoop, and see
dusky forms with gleaming tomahawks uplifted. How past actions
came back as haunting ghosts; how one's hopes of life faded
away, away, and the things of earth seemed so little and mean
compared to the glorious heaven beyond! And yet life was so
sweet, so dear, and though it be a glorious heaven, this was
such a hard way to go to it, by the tomahawk and
scalping-knife! Oh, God! _our_ God! _must_ it be? Then came
something of resignation to death itself, but such a sore
shrinking from the dishonor which is _worse_ than death; and we
could not but wonder whether it would be a greater sin to take
one's life than thus to suffer. So the night wore on until two
hours past midnight, when, compelled by exhaustion, we stopped.
Some slept heavily, forgetful of the danger past and present,
while others sat or stood, inwardly fiercely nervous and
excited, but outwardly calm and still. Two hours passed; the
weary sleepers were awakened by the weary watchers, and as
quietly as possible the march was renewed. It was kept up until
about nine in the day, when we struck the Fort Ridgely and
Henderson road.
"Having traveled thus far without being pursued, we felt
ourselves comparatively safe. I am sure there was not one who
did not in heart join in the song and prayer of thanksgiving
which went up from that lone prairie land, however much we may
have forgotten or murmured since. 'Jehovah hath triumphed; his
people are free, are _free_,' seemed to ring through the air.
As we pursued our journey, we noticed dense columns of smoke
springing up along the river with about the same rapidity we
traveled, which we afterwards learned were grain-stacks fired
by Indians. We rested for the night near a house, some fifteen
miles from Henderson, from which the people had fled. Here we
felt safe; but subsequently learned that we were not more than
five or six miles from the Norwegian grove, where that same day
a party of warriors had done their bloody work. Surely, _God
led us and watched over us_.
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