Narrative of My Captivity Among the Sioux Indians — John Shaqi
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
As it was spread out before them, the women gathered admiringly round
it, and proved their peculiarities of taste; and love of finery had a
counterpart in these forest belles, as well defined as if they had been
city ladies. Eagerly they watched every new article displayed, grunting
their approval, until their senior companion seized a piece of cloth,
declaring that she meant to retain it all for herself.
This occasioned dissatisfaction, which soon ripened to rebellion among
them, and they contended for a just distribution of the goods. The
elder matron, following her illustrious husband’s plan in quelling such
outbreaks, caught her knife from her belt, sprang in among them, vowing
that she was the oldest and had the right to govern, and threatening
to kill every one if there was the least objection offered to her
decrees. I had so hoped to find sympathy and pity among these artless
women of the forest, but instead, cowed and trembling, I sat, scarcely
daring to breathe.
The chief noticed my fear and shrinking posture, and smiled. Then he
rose, and made a speech, which had its effect. The women became quiet.
Presently an invitation arrived for the chief to go to a feast, and he
rose to comply.
I followed his departing figure with regretful glances, for, terrible
as he and his men had been, the women seemed still more formidable, and
I feared to be left alone with them, especially with the hot temper and
ready knife of the elder squaw.
Great crowds of curious Indians came flocking in to stare at me. The
women brought their children. Some of them, whose fair complexion
astonished me, I afterward learned were the offspring of fort marriages.
One fair little boy, who, with his mother, had just returned from Fort
Laramie, came close to me. Finding the squaw could speak a few words
in English, I addressed her, and was told, in reply to my questions,
that she had been the wife of a captain there, but that his white
wife arriving from the East, his Indian wife was told to return to
her people; she did so, taking her child with her. The little boy was
dressed completely in military clothes, even to the stripe on his
pantaloons, and was a very bright, attractive child of about four
years.
It was a very sad thought for me to realize that a parent could
part with such a child, committing it forever to live in barbarous
ignorance, and rove the woods among savages with the impress of his own
superior race, so strongly mingled with his Indian origin. I saw many
other fair-faced little children, and heard the sad story from their
mothers, and was deeply pained to see their pale, pinched features,
as they cried for food when there was none to be had; and they are
sometimes cruelly treated by the full-blooded and larger children on
account of their unfortunate birth.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account