Captives among the Sioux indians, Part 1

foreigner the year 1871 a wagon train with American pioneers moving through the Black Hills on the western plains of Montana heading west in search of a better future in the promised land the beauty of the sunset in a landscape around them filled their hearts with joy and the immigrants had no doubts of any danger or misgivings about the Sioux Indians living in the area because their fears had turned to despair as they constantly received assurances of their kindness slowly their wagons snaked through the wood that ran in a river called the little old box and crossing the stream they ascended to the opposite bank when unexpectedly without the sound of preparation or a word of warning 250 Indians appeared, painted and equipped for war, firing a single valley of weapons and revolvers into the air of Suddenly the main body stopped and sent a

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of their force that surrounded them at some distance from the wagons, the leader of the surrounded immigrants advanced to meet the Indian chief and demanded his intentions, the chief immediately rode up to him and uttering the words ho ho which are understood to mean a friendly greeting, he assured them of his greatest friendship towards the whites, then he shook their hands and his band followed his example, crowding around their wagons, the Indians then asked for provisions and They gave what they wanted, however, they became bolder and more insolent in their One of them grabbed the gun of the leader of the pioneers, but when he was rejected he resisted, the chief finally hinted that he wanted the immigrants to continue on their way, promising not to They would be bothered, they obeyed without trusting them and soon the train was moving again.

The leader of the pioneers saw that they were approaching a rocky ravine in whose shadowy place he anticipated a murderous attack and from which escape would be completely impossible. The Indians urged them forward, but the pioneers resolutely refused to stare. The Sioux Indians then asked the traveler. They were to prepare dinner which they said they would share with them and then go to the hills to sleep. The Pioneers concluded that it was better to give them a banquet, so the leader ordered two colored servants to prepare the food and make a banquet for the Indians. two colored men They had been slaves among the Cherokees and knew the Indian character from experience.

His fear and horror towards them was limitless and his terror seemed pitiful. Each man was busy preparing dinner. Some were lighting the fire. Butters was getting supplies out of the carts. A man was outside. At some distance, collecting firewood, some were distributing sugar among the Indians when suddenly they took off their masks and showed their truly terrible intentions. There was a simultaneous discharge of weapons and when the cloud of smoke dissipated, there was a scene of sickening horror that could be seen. . Scattered corpses lying on the ground pierced by many arrows and bullets Indians and wagons tearing off covers breaking crushing and destroying all obstacles to loot opening locks Trunks and boxes and distributing and destroying Goods with great speed using their war axes to pray to open boxes that left In recklessness, some of the pioneers fled and survived by hiding among the tall grass and sagebrush, where they hid favored by the rapidly approaching darkness.

The women and children who were in The Wagon were taken captive because it was the custom of the Indians to sometimes spare the lives of white women and children for ransom Penny Wiggins was one of those women who was captured by the Sioux Indians and later wrote about his experiences in his book called Narrative of my Captivity among the Sioux Indians, the beautiful terror of the most frightful nature for the fate of captive children possessed the place of Wiggins and all the horrors of Indian captivity that he had ever heard were crowded in his mind, the slow fires, the bitter knife, the poisoned arrows, the torture of hunger and the thousand nameless ghosts of agony passed before his troubled soul. filling her with a fear so gut-wrenching that the banks of disappointment in comparison must have been relief.

The first indication the

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had that an immediate massacre was not intended was some articles of clothing presented by a young Indian whose name was Vekala, who hinted that he needed them, the color also brought a pair of shoes and a pair of small Mary's . She looked kindly as she placed these items before the Wiggins place, insinuating by her gesture that their lives should be spared and that they and others should be needed. clothes during his Long March to captivity he also brought her books and letters and all of which she gratefully received she quickly conceived the plan to make good use of them and hid as many as she could on her clothes she was planning to leave the books and letters that received at intervals along the way for their friends to find them and follow them to their rescue or even opportunity to escape.

They offered to measure it and with her help or trace the properties that the Indians could not take with them. gathered in an extinguished friend, the light of the Flames showed the forms of the captors busy loading their horses with the loot and preparing to leave when their arrangements were completed, they approached the

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and indicated that they should accompany them, signaling the excitement of the horse for them. riding this was the first reliable assurance they were given that their lives were not in immediate danger. They soon settled the horses for the captives and began to lead them out of Little Buck's Valley.

Old Penny Wiggins writes about the moment they left the valley and says straining my eyes. I tried to penetrate the Shadows of the forest where our restless friends might be hiding. The smoldering ruins of our property turned to ashes and the smoke faded away. Knight had covered the traces of confusion in a fight with his cloak and everything seemed in fairly intact piece. I turned to take a last look and even the smoke was gone, the Solomon trees, the rippling water, the soft night, the wind and The light of the stars told no stories of the dissolution and death that had come before and I rode on in my helpless condition with my child clinging to me with no guide or support but my trust in God traveling north and through tall brush and bushes left the back lands and soon after they came to an easily bending stream and where the Indians quenched their thirst in the darkness of their rides when he conceived a plan to escape from his seven-year-old niece and his adopted daughter Mary, then he He whispered and told Mary that they were only a few miles from camp and that the stream they had crossed should wake her easily and that she dropped letters along the way to guide her friends in the direction they had taken and that they would guide her. back.

Mary then gently dropped and lay on the ground for a while to avoid being seen, then turned back on her stalks and fled after a while watching for an opportunity when he too slipped to the ground under the friendly protection of Night and the horse. She continued without her rider only this time her plan would not be successful because the horses betrayed her, frightened by her crouching form, they stopped and reared up like this. Upon informing the Indians of her hiding place, the Indians used great violence towards Veni, assuring her that if further attempts were made to escape her punishment, then they promised to send a

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y in search of the girl when daylight came and they advanced further towards the inside.

In the desert, the Indians took pots inaccessible to white men and made their crossings at a point where it would be impossible for trains to pass to avoid encountering immigrants. The landscape through which the Indian past was vastly grand now became serenely beautiful and for a nature lover with a mind free from fear and anxiety, the whole picture would have been a dream of light as they continued on the journey until About noon, when they stopped at a place not far north of Deer Creek Station, there was a clearing. and beautiful valley where they rested until the scorching rays of the sun faded over the horizon, the Indians were determined to press on and soon mounted and began to travel for days in exhausting heat, marching through barren highlands and sandy hills They even reached a stream where they dismounted and camped.

The stream next to which the Indians camped was the Powder River. They left the Powder River. They passed through large pine forests into valleys rich in beautiful pastures. Many Wiggins continued to drop papers along the way in the hope that they might lead to their discovery. which would have been fatal if anyone tried to rescue them, since the Indians preferred to kill their captives rather than be forced to hand them over, they advanced through Rocky Mountains with clear, noisy waters and fertile valleys in which delicious Wells fruits were grown and great variety. It grows until they came to a place called Crazy Woman's Fork.

This country is marked by innumerable buffalo drills, so what is often called the Indian Trail is simply the hoof print of these animals. It was the fifth night of the trip to Venice with the Indians she found Under the weeping willows of Clear Creek, the weary traveling Indian men found a good place to camp and lay down to sleep keeping a sufficient guard over their captives and at the outposts after they had rested and regained his strength at Clear Creek. She traveled through extremely difficult mountain passes and stopped at another camping spot where Venice saw a chance to escape.

It was the sixth night, the road was far beyond their calculation, and the forest where they were might be full of beasts, but the prospect of escape and being free from the Indians, they closed their eyes to the terrors of hunger and the hungry animals. . She gently rose and attempted to glide towards a growing forest, but the vigilant Chief did not risk her prey so carelessly and her iron hand grabbed her wrist and threw her back. ferociously on the ground, he threatened her, which she momentarily expected him to execute as she lay trembling at his feet, she could only cry out to God for mercy and prepare to meet the dead that had long suspended over her head.

When a young Blackfoot whose name was Hop Beer saved her from the approaching Doom by snatching the Indian's bow and throwing it to the ground the Indian submitted to his intervention to the point that he no longer drew his bow and his suspense was relieved by the moment of the terrible blow. of the days continued and the path they took was born of the water. On the seventh night they entered the singular Canyon apparently well known to them because they found there horses that had evidently been abandoned on a previous visit. The Indians had killed an antelope that day and many of them were given a piece of meat to eat, then they traveled on a Securus route for Mouse to reach the mountain of this Canyon and entered just after sunset and arrived at the place they selected as a campsite.

Danny Wiggins writes about the atmosphere at camp. and he says that they made fires with fantastic glows that danced over the rock walls and added magical splendor to their wonderful treasure. The ghostly grandeur of these little-frequented shadows cannot be described, but their effect is wonderful. To the Shadow they appear to be the outline of carving and sculpture and in the The uncertain Light of Fire has all the effect of some Temple of yore whose art and Glory will live on forever even when its classical stones are dust. Here I found water for my slips that was more grateful to my senses of concern than any natural phenomenon and I sank on an essential rock near the real drip that sank into the sand Beyond I found sleep in that strange and fantastic foreign solitude thank you for watch if you liked the video make sure to click the like button and don't forget to subscribe and click Bell to get notified about our latest videos.