Narrative of My Captivity Among the Sioux IndiansKelly, Fanny
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Narrative of My Captivity Among the Sioux Indians
Kelly, Fanny
Dakota Indians -- History; Dakota Indians -- Wars -- 1862-1865; Indian captivities -- West (U.S.); Kelly, Fanny, 1845-1904
Still fearing to move in the darkness, he distinguished footsteps
near him, and knew by the stealthy tread that they were those of
an Indian. In breathless silence he crouched close to the ground,
fearing each instant the descent of the tomahawk and the gleam of the
scalping-knife, when, strange to say, a venomous reptile came to his
rescue, and his enemy fled before it. A huge rattlesnake, one of the
many with which that region is infested, raised its curved neck close
beside him, and, thrusting forth its poisonous fangs, gave a warning
rattle. The prowling Indian took alarm at the sound; other snakes,
roused for the safety of their young in the dens around, repeated
it, and the savage, knowing it would be death to venture further,
retreated, leaving my husband in safety where he had taken refuge; for,
although he must have lain close to the noisome reptile, he received
no hurt, and the greater horror of his human foe rendered him almost
indifferent to the dangers of his surroundings.
Cautiously he crawled out of the weeds and grass, and, rising to his
feet unharmed, started swiftly in an eastward direction. He had to go
far out in the hills to avoid the savages, and, after traveling many
miles around, he at last reached the large train, with which the small
party I had seen pursued had previously taken refuge.
They were already consolidating with other trains for defense, and
would not venture to join Mr. Kelly, although he earnestly implored
assistance to go out in aid of his friends and family, if any of them
should be left alive.
The colored man, Andy, soon after joined them. He came in running and
in great excitement, and was about to report all the company killed,
when he joyfully discovered Mr. Kelly.
Great consternation and alarm had spread with the tidings of the
massacre, and fears for personal safety prevented any one from joining
my unhappy husband in efforts to rescue his wife and child, or succor
his missing companions.
The train did not move forward until re-enforced by many others along
the road; and even then every precaution was taken to secure safety and
prevent a surprise. Women in many instances drove the teams, to prevent
their husbands or fathers being taken at a disadvantage; weapons were
in every man’s hands, and vigilant eyes were fixed on every bluff or
gorge, anticipating attack.
A little time and travel brought them to the first scene of murder,
where they found the dead body of the companion of the man who so
narrowly escaped with his family. They placed the body in a wagon, and
proceeded to the dreaded spot where the slaughter of our party had
occurred.
The wagons still were standing, and feathers, flour, the remnants of
much that was but half destroyed, lay scattered about the ground.
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