Narrative of My Captivity Among the Sioux IndiansKelly, Fanny
History
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
People grow reckless, and often lose the gentle sympathies that
alleviate suffering, from frequent intercourse with it in its worst
forms.
CHAPTER IV.
BEGINNING OF MY CAPTIVITY.
The facts related in the preceding chapter concerning matters occurring
in Mr. Kelly’s experience, and adventures after the attack upon our
train, were related to me after my restoration to freedom and my
husband, by him.
I now return to the narration of my own terrible experiences.
I was led a short distance from the wagon, with Mary, and told to
remain quiet, and tried to submit; but oh, what a yearning sprang up in
my heart to escape, as I hoped my husband had done! But many watchful
eyes were upon me, and enemies on every side, and I realized that any
effort then at escape would result in failure, and probably cause the
death of all the prisoners.
Mrs. Larimer, with her boy, came to us, trembling with fear, saying,
“The men have all escaped, and left us to the mercy of the savages.”
In reply, I said, “I do hope they have. What benefit would it be to us,
to have them here, to suffer this fear and danger with us? They would
be killed, and then all hope of rescue for us would be at an end.”
Her agitation was extreme. Her grief seemed to have reached its climax
when she saw the Indians destroying her property, which consisted
principally of such articles as belong to the Daguerrean art. She had
indulged in high hopes of fortune from the prosecution of this art
among the mining towns of Idaho. As she saw her chemicals, picture
cases, and other property pertaining to her calling, being destroyed,
she uttered such a wild despairing cry as brought the chief of the band
to us, who, with gleaming knife, threatened to end all her further
troubles in this world. The moment was a critical one for her. The
Indians were flushed with an easy-won victory over a weak party; they
had “tasted blood,” and it needed but slight provocation for them to
shed that even of defenseless women and children.
My own agony could be no less than that of my companion in misfortune.
The loss of our worldly possessions, which were not inconsiderable,
consisting of a large herd of cattle, and groceries, and goods of
particular value in the mining regions, I gave no thought to. The
possible fate of my husband; the dark, fearful future that loomed
before myself and little Mary, for whose possible future I had more
apprehension than for my own, were thoughts that flashed through my
mind to the exclusion of all mere pecuniary considerations.
But my poor companion was in great danger, and perhaps it was a selfish
thought of future loneliness in captivity which induced me to intercede
that her life might be spared. I went to the side of the chief, and,
assuming a cheerfulness I was very far from feeling, plead successfully
for her life.
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