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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 20:14:59 GMT -5
Cut-Nose [1] We had proceeded but a little ways when we came upon four dead bodies -- three men and one woman -- all horribly mutilated. Our captors had committed the murders. The men had been mowing, and the woman had been raking hay. Their scythes and pitchforks lay near -- the woman had a pitchfork sticking in her person, and one of the men had a scythe sticking into his body. Cut Nose gleefully told that he had killed this man and described how he did it. The man was mowing, he said, and he went up to him in a friendly manner and offered his hand, and as the white man threw down his scythe and reached out his hand the Indian drew his knife and like a flash plunged it into the white man's breast, just under the chin, whereupon the white man grasped him around the waist and both struggled for the mastery, when they fell -- the white man on top. In working the knife into his breast the Indian got his thumb into the white man's mouth and "got bit." The knife in the hands of the Indian soon touched a vital spot and the white man rolled off dead. Cut Nose held up his bitten thumb. It was bitten and chewed, and was lacerated most horribly. This fiend in human shape, this man Cut Nose, presented a most forbidden [sic], horrifying spectacle. With his bloody thumb he had besmeared his naked body, with his blackened face and long bushy hair like a Zulu's, and a half nose (one of his nostrils was missing) he was by far the ugliest looking and most repulsive specimen of humanity I had ever seen. [Samuel Brown's Account, Through Dakota Eyes] [2] The most repulsive-looking prisoner was Cut-nose, some of whose acts have been detailed by Samuel Brown. He was the foremost man in many of the massacres. The first and second days of the outbreak he devoted his attention particularly to the Beaver Creek settlement, and to the fugitives on that side of the river. I will give a single additional instance of the atrocity of this wretch and his companions. A part of settlers were gathered together for flight when the savages approached; the defenseless, helpless women and children, huddled together in the wagons, bending down their heads, and drawing over them still closer their shawls. Cut-nose, while two others held the horses, leaped into a wagon that contained eleven, mostly children, and deliberately, in cold blood, tomahawked them all---cleft open the head of each, while the others, stupefied with horror, powerless with fright, as they heard the heavy dull blows crash and tear through flesh and bones, awaited their turn. Taking an infant from its mother's arms, before her eyes, with a bolt from one of the wagons they riveted it through its body to the fence and left it there to die, writhing in agony. After holding for a while the mother before this agonizing spectacle, they chopped off her arms and legs, and left her to bleed to death. Thus they butchered twenty-five within a quarter of an acre. Kicking the bodies out of the wagons, they filled them with plunder from the burning houses, and, sending them back, pushed on for other adventures. [Heard, The History of the Great Sioux Uprising and Massacre] Biographies Page Dakota Conflict Trials Page link below- www.law.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/dakota/Cutnose.html |
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 20:15:40 GMT -5
Tazoo [1] Tazoo, alias Ptan-doo-tah (Red Otter), Prisoner was professional juggler and medicine man, and was convicted of rape upon the testimony of the violated woman herself, and of participation in the murder of Patville. He tied her hands. The lady testified that he acted as if delighted with the acts of the others of the war party, and helped to plunder. Her testimony was fully corroborated by others, and her own reputation was stainless. Godfrey refers to this Indian in his account of the Patville murder Prisoner said he had very sore eyes at the commencement of the outbreak, and was at that time opposite Fort Ridgely. He was with the party that killed Patville and others. Maza-bom-doo killed Patville. He himself took Miss Williams captive. Said he would have violated the women, but they resisted. He thought he did a good deed in saving the women alive. [Heard, THE SIOUX WAR AND MASSACRE] [2] [T]ell our friends that we are being removed from this world over the same path they must shortly travel. We go first, but many of our friends may follow us in a very short time. I expect to go direct to the abode of the Great Spirit, and to be happy when I get there; but we are told that the road is long and the distance great; therefore, as I am slow in my movements, it will probably take me a long time to reach the end of the journey, and I should not be surprised if some of the young, active men we will leave behind us will pass me on the road before I reach the place of my destination. [STATEMENT OF TAZOO AT THE TIME OF HIS EXECUTION(Dec. 24, 1862)] Biographies Page Dakota Conflict Trials Page link below- www.law.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/dakota/tazoo.html |
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 20:16:18 GMT -5
Big Eagle You know how the war started -- by the killing of some white people near Acton, in Meeker county. I will tell you how this was done, as it was told me by all of the four young men who did the killing. These young fellows all belonged to Shakopee's band. Their names were Sungigidan ("Brown Wing"), Ka-om-de-i-ye-ye-dan ("Breaking Up'), Nagi-we-cak-te ("Killing Ghost"), and Pa-zo-i-yo-pa ('Runs against Something when Crawling'). I do not think their names have ever before been printed. One of them is yet living. They told me they did not go out to kill white people. They said they went over to the Big Woods to hunt: that on Sunday, Aug. 17, they came to a settler's fence, and here they found a hen's nest with some eggs in it. One of them took the eggs, when another said: "Don't take them, for they belong to a white man and we may get into trouble." The other was angry, for he was very hungry and wanted to eat the eggs, and he dashed them to the ground and replied: "You are a coward. You are afraid of the white man. You are afraid to take even an egg from him, though you are half-starved. Yes, you are a coward, and I will tell everybody so." The other replied. "I am not a coward. I am not afraid of the white man, and to show you that I am not I will go to the house and shoot him. Are you brave enough to go with me?" The one who had called him a coward said: "Yes, I will go with you, and we will see who is the braver of us two." Their companions then said: "We will go with you, and we will be brave, too." They all went to the house of the white man (Mr. Robinson Jones), but he got alarmed and went to another house (that of his son-in-law, Howard Baker where were some other white men and women (Jones, Baker, a Mr. Webster, Mrs. Jones and a girl of fourteen). Then they hitched up a team belonging to another settler and drove to Shakopee's camp which they reached late that night and told what they had done, as I have related. The tale told by the young men created the greatest excitement. Everybody was waked up and heard it. Shakopee took the young men to Little Crow's house (two miles above the agency), and he sat up in bed and listened to their story. He said war was now declared. Blood had been shed, the payment would be stopped, and the whites would take a dreadful vengeance because women had been killed. Wabasha. Wacouta, myself and others still talked for peace, but nobody would listen to us, and soon the cry was "Kill the whites and kill all these cut-hairs who will not join us." A council was held and war was declared. Parties formed and dashed away in the darkness to kill settlers. The women began to run bullets and the men to clean their guns. At this time my village was up on Crow creek, near Little Crow's. I did not have a very large band -- not more than thirty or forty fighting men. Most of them were not for the war at first, but nearly all got into it at last. A great many members of the other bands were like my men; they took no par in the first movements, but afterward did. The next morning, when the force started down to attack the agency, I went along. I did not lead my band, and I took no part in the killing. I went to save the lives of two particular friends if I could. I think others went for the same reason, for nearly every Indian had a friend that he did not want killed; of course he did not care about anybody's else (sic) friend. The killing was nearly all done when I got there. Little Crow was on the ground directing operations. The day before, he had attended church there and listened closely to the sermon and had shaken hands with everybody. So many Indians have lied about their saving the lives of white people that I dislike to speak of what I did. But I did save the life of George H. Spencer at the time of the massacre. I know that his friend, Chaska, has always had the credit of that, but Spencer would have been a dead man in spite of Chaska if it had not been for me. I asked Spencer about this once, but he said he was wounded at the time and so excited that he could not remember what I did. Once after that I kept a half-breed family from being murdered; these are all the people whose lives I claim to have saved. I was never present when the white people were willfully murdered. I saw all the dead bodies at the agency. Mr. Andrew Myrick, a trader, with an Indian wife, had refused some hungry Indians credit a short time before when they asked him for provisions. He said to them; "Go and eat grass." Now he was lying on the ground dead, with his mouth stuffed full of grass, and the Indians were saying tauntingly: "Myrick is eating grass himself." When I returned to my village that day I found that many of my band had changed their minds about the war, and wanted to go into it. All the other villagers were the same way. I was still of the belief that it was not best, but I thought I must go with my band and my nation, and I said to my men that I would lead them into the war, and we would all act like brave Dakotas and do the best we could.
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 20:16:56 GMT -5
Little Crow [1] Braves, you are like little children; you know not what you are doing. You are full of the white man's devil-water (rum). You are like dogs in the Hot Moon when they run mad and snap at their own shadows. We are only little herds of buffaloes left scattered; the great herds that once covered the prairies are no more. See! --the white men are like the locusts when they fly so thick that the whole sky is a snowstorm. You may kill one -- two -- ten, and ten times ten will come to kill you. Count your fingers all day long and white men with guns in their hands will come faster than you can count. Yes; they fight among among themselves -- away off. Do you hear the thunder of their big guns? No; it would take you two moons to run down to where they are fighting, and all the way your path would be among white soldiers as thick as tamaracks in the swamps of the Ojibways. Yes; they fight among themselves, but if you strike at them they will all turn on you and devour you and your women and little chidden just as the locusts in their time fall on the trees and devour all the leaves in one day. You are fools. You cannot see the face of your chief; your eyes are full of smoke. You cannot hear his voice; your eyes are full of roaring waters. Braves, you are little children -- you are fools. You will die like the rabbits when the hungry wolves hunt them in the hard Moon (January). [Speech of Little Crow, Through Dakota Eyes] Little Crow [2] The morning after the battle of Wood Lake, Little Crow sent word to father to come, he wanted to see him. . . . The lower corner of the door was carried up and fastened back so the end of the tent was open. Little Crow sat inside just to the right of the open door. They spread a rob or blanket in the center for father to sit on. The warriors were all dressed and painted, standing outside next to their chief, all leaning on their guns. Father said, "What a fine lot of men they were." There was a silence, then father spoke "Cousin," he said (they had always called each other cousin) "I heard you wanted to see me so I have come." Little Crow answered and said, "Yes, cousin, I am going to grant it to you." Father answered. "Yes, cousin, we are most safe now. General Sibley will be here soon, and I would like that you and your warriors would give yourselves up." Little Crow with a derisive laugh says. "Wo Pa Tun Han Ska." ["]The long merchant Sibley would like to put the rope around my neck but he won't get the chance.["] Father said, "I don't think they will hang anybody[;] they never did before." "No, cousin," he said, "anything else, but to gibe myself up to hang by the neck like a woman. If they would shoot me like a man I would, but otherwise they will never get my live body." Father then said, "if you can't do that, then I would like to get the prisoners.["] Little Crow said, "Yes, you shall have them[.]" To his warriors he said any of you that have a prisoner or anything that belongs to them give them back, and fetch them to this man. All answered "ho" (Yes). And all turned around and hurriedly left to comply with the request of the only man, as Little Crow said, they could love and respect. He had never turned a deaf ear to them. Had always been like brothers, until the outbreak. So this last favor showed how they called upon the only man they could favor in their last adieu. There is something holy and impressive to see these warriors who had for a space of five weeks, and three days spurned father's warning and advice, and at the last moment show him so much regard. Truly the works of God are indeed mysterious. Father took the names of the prisoners as fast as they were brought to him. There were 107 he got right there. When he started with them to the Friendly camp, they trotted after him with great bundles tied up in the white sheets and table clothes [cloths] so heavy they would drop them to the ground, then to fling them back over their shoulders. I[t] would swing around and drop to the ground again. Some carried little children. They asked father many questions about their folks. Father knew they would never see them again. Some might have been saved. He did not know. He hated to shatter their hopes by telling them the sad facts. He gradually distanced them to keep the truth from the awhile longer. He would not be the first to tell them. There might be a shadow of doubt their lives were lost. There were [was] no hope of seeing their loved ones again. [Cecilia Stay's Account, Through Dakota Eyes] Biographies Page Dakota Conflict Trials Page link below- www.law.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/dakota/LittleCrow.html |
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 20:29:29 GMT -5
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 21:17:14 GMT -5
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 21:18:26 GMT -5
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 21:42:16 GMT -5
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 21:51:50 GMT -5
Jane Kilcool ... half blood of the Sisseton band of the Sioux Nation of Indians. ... We kept working in this way till spring. Soon after that an ... mother is Apan, the daughter of Tomah, Chief of a ban... home.comcast.net/~forefolk/AliceFrancesSheppard/86... link below- home.comcast.net/~forefolk/AliceFrancesSheppard/86.htm |
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 21:54:11 GMT -5
Jean-Baptiste Was Jean-Baptiste A Spy? ... remainder were Indians that proved to be perfectly useless..."43 British made their attack on July 17 and kept up constant fire at the fort until the evening of ... umbrigade.tripod.com/articles/jean-baptiste_spy.ht. link below- umbrigade.tripod.com/articles/jean-baptiste_spy.html |
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 21:59:39 GMT -5
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 22:03:44 GMT -5
Young Black Dog, also called Great War Eagle, moved to the reservation with his father and his people. Under pressure from warriors he helped in the 1862 uprising, but was pardoned by Lincoln. He lived out his life as a farmer on the reservation near Granite Falls. More important, he dictated a book in 1894, titled The History of the Sioux War written from the viewpoint of the Indians. It is now in possession of the Minnesota Historical (MD) www.geocities.com/Heartland/Acres/6038/Indian_History_of_Burnsville.html |
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 22:06:35 GMT -5
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 22:08:05 GMT -5
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Post by mdenney on Feb 2, 2007 22:08:45 GMT -5
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