AMES <s>. DESHIEDDS BANCROFT LIBRARY C^A^- M^ ~~ .fa ^- / CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. CYNTHIA AM PAEKEE. THE STORY OF HER CAPTURE At the Massacre of the Inmates of Parker's Fort; of her Quarter of a Century Spent Among the Comanches, as the Wife of the War Chief, Peta No- cona; and of her Recapture at the Battle of Pease River, by Captain L. S. Ross, of the Texian Rangers. BT JAMES T. DeSHIELDS, Author of "Frontier Sketches," Etc. "Tr-utH is Stranger tHan Fiction.' ILLUSTRATED. ST. LOUIS: for the Author, 1886. Copyright 1886 by JAMES T. DRSHIELDS. All Rights Reserved. CHAS. B. WOODWARD Printing and Book Manufacturing Co., 8T. LOUIS. DEDICATED (By Permission) TO GEN L L. S. ROSS, OF WACO, TEXAS. V. PREFACE. In the month of June, 1884, there appeared in the columns of the Forth Worth Gazette an advertisement signed by the Comanche chief, Quanah Parker, and dated from the reservation near Fort Sill, in the In dian Territory, enquiring for a photograph of his late mother, Cynthia Ann Parker, which served to revive interest in a tragedy which has always been enveloped in a greater degree of mournful romance and pathos than any of the soul-stirring episodes of our pioneer life, so fruitful of incidents of an adventurous nature. From the valued narratives kindly furnished us by Victor M. Ross, Major John Henry Browi>and Gen. L. S. Ross, supplemented by the Jas. W. Parker book and copious notes from Hon. Ben. F. Parker, together with most of the numerous partial accounts of the fall of Parker's Fort and subsequent relative events, pub lished during the past fifty years ; and after a careful investigation and study of the whole, we have laborious ly and with much pains-taking, sifted out and evolved the foregoing narrative of plain, unvarnished facts, which form a part of the romantic history of Texas. In the preparation of our little volume the thanks of the youthful author are due to Gen. L. S. Ross, of VI. Waco; Major John Henry Brown of Dallas; Gen. Walter P. Lane of Marshall; Col. John S. Ford of San Antonio; Rev. Homer S. Thrall the eminent historian of Texas ; Mr. A. F. Corning of Waco ; Capt. Lee Hall, Indian Agent, I. T., and Mrs. C. A. West- brook of Lorena, for valuable assistance rendered. To Victor M. Ross of Laredo, Texas, the author has been placed under many and lasting obligations for valuable data so generously placed at his disposal, and that too at considerable sacrifice to the donor. From this source we have obtained much of the matter for our narrative. In submitting our little work the first efforts of the youthful author we assure the reader that while there are, doubtless, many defects and imperfections, he is not reading fiction, but facts which form only a part of the tragic and romantic history of the Lone Star State. JAMES T. DESHIELDS, BELTON, Texas, May 19, 1886. VII CONTENTS. Page. PREFACE 5 CHAPTER I. THE PARKER FORT MASSACRE, ETC 9-21 CHAPTER II. THE CAPTIVES CYNTHIA ANN AND JOHN PARKER 22-35 CHAPTER III. THE BATTLE OF "ANTELOPE HILLS," 36-46 CHAPTER IV. GENL. L. S. Ross. BATTLE OF THE WICHITA..- 47-57 CHAPTER V. BATTLE OF PEASE RIVER. RECAPTURE OF CYNTHIA ANN PARKER 58-68 CHAPTER VI. ( 'VXTIIIA ANN PARKER. QUANAII PARKER 69-80 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. CHAPTER I. The Parker Port Massacre, Etc. CONTEMPORARY with, and among the earliest of the daring and hardy pioneers that penetrated the eastern portion of the Mexican province of Texas, were the " Parker family," who immigrated from Cole county, Illinois, in the fall of the year 1833, settling on the west side of the Navasota creek, near the site of the present town of Groesbeck, in Limestone county, one or two of the family coming a little earlier and some a little later. The elder John Parker was a native of Virginia, resided for a time in Elbert county, Georgia, but chiefly reared his family in Bedford county, Tennessee, whence in 1818 he removed to Illinois. The family, with perhaps one or two exceptions, belonged to one branch of the primitive Baptist church, commonly designated as "two seed," or "hard shell" Baptists. 10 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. In the spring of 1834 tne colonist erected Parker's Fort, l ) a kind of wooden barricade, or wall around their cabins, which served as a means of better protect ing themselves against the numerous predatory bands of Indians into that, then, sparsely settled section. As early as 1829 the "Prairie Indians" had declared war against the settlers, and were now actively hostile, 1) The reader will understand by this term, not only a place of defense, but the residence of a small number of families belonging to the same neighborhood. As the Indian mode of warfare was an indiscrim inate slaughter of all ages, and both sexes, it was as requisite to provide for the safety of the women and children as for that of the men. Dodridge's faithful pen picture of early pioneer forts, will perhaps give the reader a glimps of old Fort Parker in the dark and bloody period of its existence. He says : "The fort consisted of cabins, blockhouses, and stockades. A range of cabins commonly formed on one side at least of the fort. Divisions, or portions of logs, separated the cabins from each other. The walls on the outside were ten or twelve feet high, the slope of the roof being turned wholly inward. A very few of these cabins had puncheon floors, the greater part were earthen. The blockhouses were built at the angles of the fort. They projected about two feet beyond the outer walls of the cabins and stockades. Their upper stories were about eighteen inches every way larger in dimension than the under one, leaving an opening at the commencement of the second to prevent the enemy from making a lodgment under their walls. In some forts, instead of blockhouses the angles of the fort were furnished with bastions. A large folding gate, made of thick slabs, nearest the spring, closed the fort. The stockades, bastions, cabins, and blockhouse walls, were furnished with port-holes at proper heights and distances. The whole of the outside was completely bullet-proof. It may be truly said that "necessity is the mother of invention"; for the whole of this work was made without the aid of a single nail or spike of iron; and for this reason such things were not to be had. In some places, less exposed, a single blockhouse, with a cabin or two, con stituted the whole fort. Such places of refuge may appear very trifling to those who have been in the habit of seeing the formidable military garrisons of Europe and America, but they answered the purpose, as the Indians had no artillery. They seldom attacked, and scarcely ever took one of them." STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 11 constantly committing depredations in different local ities. Parker's colony at this time consisted of only some eight or nine families, viz : Elder John Parker, patri arch of the family, and his wife ; his son James W. Parker, wife, four single children and his daughter, Mrs. Rachel Plummer, her husband, L. M. T. Plum- mer, and infant son, fifteen months old ; Mrs. Sarah Nixon, another daughter, and her husband L. D. Nixon ; Silas M. Parker (another son of Elder John), his wife and four children Benjamin F. Parker, an unmarried son of the Elder 2 ) ; Mrs. Nixon, sr., mother of Mrs. James W. Parker* Mrs. Elizabeth Kellogg, daughter of Mrs. Nixon ; Mrs. - - Duty ; Samuel M. Frost, wife and two children ; G. E. Dwight, wife and two children in all thirty-four per sons. Besides those above mentioned, old man Lunn, David Faulkenberry and his son Evan, Silas Bates, and Abram Anglin, a boy, had erected cabins a mile or two distant from the fort, where they resided. 2) Elder Daniel Parker, a man of strong mental powers, a son of Elder John, does not ligure in these events. He signed the Declaration of Independence in 1836, and preached to his people till his death in Anderson county in 1845. Ex-Representative Ben. F. Parker, is his son and successor in preaching at the same place. Isaac Parker, above men tioned, another son, long represented Houston and Anderson counties in Senate and House, and in 1855 represented Tarrant county. He died in Parker county, not long since, not far from 88 years of age. Isaac D. Parker of Tarrant is his son. 12 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. These families were truly the advance guard of civil ization of that part of our frontier. Fort Houston, in Anderson county, being the nearest protection, except their own trusty rifles. Here the struggling colonist remained, engaged in the avocations of a rural life, tilling the soil, hunting buffalo, bear, deer, turkeys and smaller game, which served abundantly to supply their larder at all times with fresh meat, in the enjoyment of a life of Arcadian simplicity, virtue and contentment, until the latter part of the year 1835, wnen the Indians and Mexicans forced the little band of compatriots to abandon their homes, and flee with many others before the invading army from Mexico. On arriving at the Trinity river they were compelled to halt in consequence of an overflow. Before they could cross the swollen stream the sudden and unex pected news reached them that Santa Anna and his vandal hordes had been confronted and defeated at San Jacinto, that sanguinary engagement which gave birth to the new sovereignty of Texas, and that TEXAS WAS FREE FROM MEXICAN TYRANNY. On receipt of this news the fleeing settlers were over joyed, and at once returned to their abandoned homes. The Parker colony now retraced their steps, first going to Fort Houston, where they remained a few STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 13 days in order to procure supplies, after which they made their way back to Fort Parker to look after their stock and to prepare for a crop. These hardy sons o toil spent their nights in the fort, repairing to their farms early each morning. On the night of May 18, 1836, all slept at the fort, James W. Parker, Nixon and Plummer repairing to their field a mile distant on the Navasota, early next morning, little thinking of the great calamity that was soon to befall them. About 9 o'clock a. m. the fort was visited by several hundred 3 ) Comanche and Kiowa Indians. On ap proaching to within about three hundred yards of the fort the Indians halted in the prairie, presenting a white flag ; at the same time making signs of friendship. At this time there were only six men in the fort, three having gone out to work in the field as above stated. Of the six men remaining, only five were able to bear arms, viz : Elder John Parker, Benjamin and Silas Parker, Samuel and Robert Frost. There were ten women and fifteen children. The Indians, artfully feigning the treacherous semb lance of friendship, pretented that they were looking for a suitable camping place, and enquired as to the exact 3) Different accounts have variously estimated the number of In dians at from 300 to 700. One account says 300, another 500, and still another 700. There were perhaps about 500 warriors. 14 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. locality of a water-hole in the vicinity, at the same time asking for a beef to appease their hungry a want always felt by an Indian, when the promise of fresh meat loomed up in the distant perspective ; and he would make such pleas with all the servile sicophancy of a slave, like the Italian who embraces his victim ere plunging the poniard into his heart. Not daring to resent so formidable a body of savages, or refuse to comply with their requests, Mr. Benjamin F. Parker went out to them, had a talk and returned, expressing the opinion that the Indians were hostile and intented to fight, but added that he would go back and try to avert it. His brother Silas remonstrated, but he persisted in going, and was immediately sur rounded and killed, whereupon the whole force their savage instincts aroused by the sight of blood charged upon the works, uttering the most terrific and unearth ly yells that ever greeted the ears of mortals. Cries and confusion reigned. The sickening and bloody tragedy was soon enacted. Brave Silas M. Parker fell on the outside of the fort, while he was gallantly fight ing to save Mrs. Plummer. Mrs. Plummer made a most manful resistance, but was soon overpowered, knocked down with a hoe and made captive. Samuel M. Frost and his son Robert met their fate while hero ically defending the women and children inside the STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 15 stockade. Old Granny Parker was outraged, stabbed and left for dead. Elder John Parker, wife and Mrs. Kellogg attempted to make their escape, and in the effort had gone about three-fourths of a mile, when they were overtaken and driven back near to the fort where the old gentleman was stripped, murdered, scalped and horribly mutilated. Mrs. Parker was stripped, speared and left for dead, but by feigning death escaped, as will be seen further on. Mrs. Kellogg was spared as a captive. The result summed up, was as follows : Killed Elder John Parker, aged seventy-nine ; Silas M. and Benjamin F. Parker; Samuel M. and his son Robert Frost. Wounded dangerously Mrs. John Parker; Old Granny Parker and Mrs. Duty. Captured Mrs. Rachel Plummer, (daughter of James W. Parker), and her son James Pratt Plummer, two years of age ; Mrs. Elizabeth Kellogg ; Cynthia Ann Parker, nine years old, and her little brother John Parker, aged six years, children of Silas M. Parker. The remainder of the inmates making their escape, as we shall narrate. When the attack on the fort first commenced, Mrs. Sarah Nixon made her escape and hastened to the field to advise her father, husband and Plummer. On her 16 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. arrival, Plummer hurried on horseback to inform the Faulkenberrys, Limn, Bates and Anglin. Parker and Nixon started to the fort, but the former met his family on the way, and carried them some five miles down the Navasota, secreting them in the bottom. Nixon, though unarmed, continued on towards the fort, and met Mrs. Lucy, wife of the dead Silas Parker, with her four children, just as they were intercepted by a small party of mounted and foot Indians. They compelled the mother to lift behind two mounted warriors her daughter Cynthia Ann, and her little son John. The foot Indians now took Mrs. Parker, her two youngest children and Nixon back to the fort. Just as the Indians were about to kill Nixon, David Faulkenberry appeared with his rifle, and caused them to fall back. Nixon, after his narrow escape from death, seemed very much excited, and immediately left in search of his wife, soon falling in with Dwight, with his own and Frost's family. Dwight and party soon overtook J. W. Parker and went with him to the hid ing place in the bottom. Faulkenberry, thus left with Mrs. Parker and her two children, bade her to follow him. With the infant in her arms and leading the other child she obeyed. Seeing them leave the fort, the Indians made several feints, but were held in check by the brave man's STORY OF HER CAPTURE. . 17 rifle. Several mounted warriors, armed with bows and arrows strung and drawn, and with terrific yells would charge them, but as Faulkenberry would present his gun they would halt, throw up their shields, right about, wheel and retire to a safe distance. This con tinued for some distance, until they had passed through a prairie of some forty or fifty acres. Just as they were entering the woods, the Indians made a desperate charge, when one warrior, more daring than the others, dashed up so near that Mrs. Parker's faithful dog seized his horse by the nose, whereupon both horse and rider somersaulted, alighting on their backs in a ravine. Just at this moment Silas Bates, Abram Anglin and Evan Faulkenberry, armed, and Plummer unarmed, came up, causing the Indians to retire, after which the party made their way unmolested. As they were passing through the field where the three men had been at work in the morning, Plum mer, as if aroused from a dream, demanded to know what had become of his wife and child. Armed only with a butcher knife, he left the party, in search of his loved ones, and was seen no more for six days. The Faulkenberry s, Lunn, with Mrs. Parker and children, secreted themselves in a small creek bottom, some distance from the first party, each unconcious of the other's whereabouts. 18 CYNTHIA ANN PAKKER. At twilight Abraham Anglin and Evan Faulken- berry started back to the fort to succor the wounded and those who might have escaped. On their way, and just as they were passing Faulkenberry's cabin, Anglin saw his first and only ghost. He says, "It was dressed in white with long, white hair streaming down its back. I admit that I was worse scared at this moment than when the Indians were yelling and charging us. Seeing me hesitate, my ghost now beckoned me to come on. Approaching the object it proved to be old Granny Parker, whom the Indians had wounded and stripped, with the exception of her underwear. She had made her way to the house from the fort by crawling the entire distance. I took some bed clothing, and carrying her some distance from the house, made her a bed, covered her up and left her until we should return from the fort. On ar riving at the fort we could not see a single individual alive or hear a human sound. But the dogs were barking, the cattle lowing, the horses neighing and the hogs squealing, making a hideous and strange meadly of sounds. Mrs. Parker had told me where she had left some silver, $106.50. This I found under a hickory bush by moonlight. Finding no one at the fort we returned to where I had hid Granny Parker. On taking her up behind me, we made our STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 19 way back to our hiding place in the bottom, where we found Nixon, whom we had not seen since his coward ly flight at the time he was rescued by Faulkenberry from the Indians." 4 ) On the next morning, Bates, Anglin and E. Faulk enberry went back to the fort to get provisions and horses and to look after the dead. On reaching the fort they found five or six horses, a few saddles and some meal, bacon and honey. Fearing an attack from the red devils who might still be lurking around, they left without burying the dead. Returning to their comrades in the bottom, they all concealed them selves until the next night, when they started through the woods to Fort Houston, which place they reached without material suffering. Fort Houston, an asylum on this as on many other occasions, stood on what has been for many years the farm of a wise statesman, a chivalrous soldier and a true patriot John H. Reagan two miles west of Palestine. After wandering around and traveling for six days and nights, during which time they suffered much (4 In the book published by James W. Parker on pages ten and eleven, he states that Nixon liberated Mrs. Parker from the Indians and rescued old Granny Parker. Mr. Angliu, in his account contradicts, or rather corrects this statement. He says : "I positively assert that this is a mistake and I am willing to be qualified to the statement I here make and can prove the same by Silas H. Bates, now living near Graes- beck." 20 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. from hunger and thirst, with their clothing torn into shreads, their bodies lacerated with briars and thorns, the women and children with unshod and bleeding feet, the party of James W. Parker men, and 5 ) women and children reached Tin- nin's, at the old San Antonio and Nacogdoches cross ing of the Navasota. Being informed of their approach, Messrs. Carter and Courtney, with five horses, met them some miles away, and thus enabled the women and children to ride. The few people around, though but returned to their deserted homes after the victory of San Jacinto, shared all they had of food and cloth ing with them. Plummer, after six days of wanderings alone in the wilderness, arrived at the fort the same day. In due time the members of the party located tem porarily as best suited the respective families, most of them returning to Fort Parker soon afterwards. A burrial party of twelve men from Fort Houston went up and burried the dead. Their remains now repose near the site of old Fort Parker. Peace to their memories. Unadorned are their graves ; not even a slab of marble or a memento of any kind has been erected to tell the traveler where rests the re mains of this brave little band of pioneer heroes who wrestled with the savage for the mastery of this proud domain. 5) We are unable to ascertain the exact number. Different accounts variously estimate the number from 10 to 20. STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 21 After the massacre the savages retired with their booty to their own wild haunts amid the hills and valleys of the beautiful Canadian and Pease rivers. 22 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. CHAPTER II. The Captives Cynthia Ann and John Parker. Of the captives we will briefly trace their subsequent checkered career. After leaving the fort the two tribes, the Coman- ches and Kiowas, remained and traveled together until midnight. They then halted on an open prairie, staked out their horses, placed their pickets, and pitched their camp. Bringing all their prisoners to gether for the first time, they tied their hands behind them with raw-hide thongs so tightly as to cut the flesh, tied their feet close together, and threw them upon their faces. Then the braves, gathering around with their yet bloody, dripping scalps, commenced their usual war dance. They danced, screamed, yelled, stamping upon their prisoners, beating them with bows until their own blood came near strangling them. The remainder of the night these frail women suffered and had to listen to the cries and groans of their tender little children. Mrs. Elizabeth Kellogg, soon fell into the hands of the Keechis, from whom, six months after her cap ture, she was purchased by a party of Delawares, who carried her into Nacogdoches and delivered her to STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 23 Gen. Houston, who paid them $150.00, the amount they had paid and all they asked. On the way thence to Fort Houston, escorted by James W. Parker and others, a hostile Indian was slightly wounded and temporarily disabled by a Mr. Smith. Mrs. Kellogg instantly recognized him as the savage who had scalped the patriarch, Elder John Parker, whereupon, without judge, jury or court-mar tial, or even dallying with " Judge Lynch," he was involentarily hastened to the " happy hunting grounds" of his fathers. Mrs. Rachel Plummer remained a captive about eighteen months. Soon after her capture she was de livered of a child. The crying of her infant annoyed her captors, and the mother was forced to yield up her offspring to the merciless fiends, in whose veins the milk of human sympathy had never flowed, to be murdered before her eyes with all the demoniacal demonstrations of brutality intact in those sav ages. The innocent little babe but six weeks old was torn madly from the mother's bosom by six giant Indians, one of them clutched the little prattling inno cent by the throat, and like a hungry beast with de fenseless prey, he held it out in his iron grasp until all evidence of life seemed extinct. Mrs. Plummer's fee ble efforts to save her child were utterly fruitless. They tossed it high in the air and repeatedly let it fall on 24 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. rocks and frozen earth. Supposing the child dead they returned it to its mother, but discovering traces of lingering life, they again, by force, tore it angrily from her, tied plaited ropes around its neck and threw its unprotected body into hedges of prickley pear. They would repeatedly pull it through these lacerating rushes with demonic yells. Finally, they tied the rope at tached to its neck to the pommel of a saddle and rode triumphantly around a circuit until it was not only dead but litterly torn to shreds. All that remained of that once beautiful babe was then tossed into the lap of its poor, distracted mother. With an old knife the weep ing mother was allowed to dig a grave and bury her babe. After this she was given as a servant to a very cruel old squaw, who treated her in a most bruatl manner. Her son had been carried off by another party to the far West and she supposed her husband and father had been killed at the massacre. Her infant was dead, and death to her would have been a sweet relief. Life was a burden, and driven almost to desperation, she re solved no longer to submit to the intolerant old squaw. One day when the two were some distance from, al though still in sight of the camp, her mistress attempt ed to beat her with a club. Determined not to submit to this, she wrenched the club from the hands of the squaw and knocked her down. The Indians, who had STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 25 witnessed the whole proceedings from their camp, now came running up, shouting at the top of their voices. She fully expected to be killed, but they patted her on the shoulder, crying, " Bueno ! bueno ! ! ' (Good! good ! !) or well done ! She now fared much better and soon became a great favorite and was known as the " Fighting Squaw." She was eventually ransom ed through the agericy of some Mexican Santa Fe traders, by a noble-hearted, American merchant of that place, Mr. William Donahue. She was pur chased in the Rocky Mountains so far north of Santa Fe that seventeen days were consumed in reaching that place. She was at once made a member of her benefactor's family, where she received the kindest of care and attention. Ere long she accompanied Mr. and Mrs. Donahue on a visit to Independence, Mis souri, where she had the pleasure of meeting and em bracing her brother-in-law, L. D. Nixon, and by him was escorted back to her people in Texas. 1 On the 1 9th of February, 1838, she reached her father's house, exactly twenty-one months from her (1 During her stay with the Indians, Mrs. Plnmmer had many thrilling adventures, which she often related after her reclamation. In narrating her reminiscences, she said that in one of her rambles, after she had been with the Indians some time, she discovered a cave in the mountains, and in company with the old squaw that guarded her, she explored it and found a large diamond, but her mistress immediately de manded it, and she was forced to give it up. She said also here in these mountains she saw a bush which had thorns on it resembling fish-hooks which the Indians used to catch fish with, and she herself has often caught trout with them in the little mountain streams. CYNTHIA ANN PAKKER. capture. She had never seen her little son, James Pratt, since soon after their capture, and knew nothing of his fate. She wrote, or dictated a thrilling and graphic history of her capture and the horrors of her captivity f the tortures and hardships she endured, and all the inci dents of her life with her captors, with observations among the savages. 2 In this book she tells the last she saw of Cynthia Ann and John Parker. She died on the 1 9th of February, 1839, 3 ust one Y ear after reach ing home. As a remarkable coincidence it may be stated that she was born on the i9th, married on the 1 9th, captured on the i9th, released on the i9th, reached Independence on the I9th, arrived at home on the 1 9th, and died on the i9th of the month. Her son, James Pratt Plummer, after six long and weary years of captivity and suffering, during which time he had lived among many different tribes and traveled several thousand miles, was ransomed and taken to Fort Gibson late in 1842, and reached home in February, 1843, in charge of his grand-father. He (2 This valuable and interesting little book is now rare, scarce and out of print. The full title of the volume is : "Narration of the Perilous Adventures, miraculous escapes and suf ferings of Kev. Jas. W. Parker, during a frontier residence in Texas of fifteen years. With an impartial geographical description of the climate, soil, timber, water, etc., of Texas." To which is appended the narra tive of the capture and subsequent sufferings of Mrs. Kachel Plummer (his daughter) during a captivity of twenty-one months among the Comanche Indians, etc. 18 mo, p. p. 95 35, boards. Louisville, 1844. STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 27 became a respected citizen of Anderson county. Both he and his father are now dead. This still left in captivity Cynthia and John Parker, who, as subsequently learned,. were held by separate bands. The brother and sister thus separated, gradu ally forgot the language, manners and customs of their own people, and became thorough Comanches as the long years stole slowly away. How long the camera of their young brains retained impressions of the old home within the fort, and the loved faces of their pale- faced kindred, no one knows ; though it would appear that the fearful massacre should have stamped an im press indellible while life continued. But the young mind, as the twig, is inclined by present circumstances, and often forced in a way wholly foreign to its native and original bent. John grew up with the little semi-nude Comanche boys of his own age, and played at "hunter" and " warrior" with pop-guns made of the elder stem, or bows and arrows, and often flushed the chaparral for hare and grouse, or entrapped the finny denizens of the mountain brooks with the many peculiar and in genious devices of the wild man for securing for his repast the toothsome trout which abounds so plentifully in that elevated and delightful region, so long inhab ited by the lordly Comanches. 28 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. When just arrived at manhood, John accompanied a raiding party down the Rio Grande and into Mexico. Among the captives taken was a young Mexican girl of great beauty, to whom the young warrior felt his heart go out. The affection was reciprocated on the part of the fair Dona Juanita, and the two were soon engaged to be married, so soon as they should arrive at the Comanche village. Each day as the cavalcade moved leisurely, but steadily along, the lovers could be seen riding together, and discussing the anticipated pleasures of connubial life, when suddenly John was prostrated by a violent attack of small-pox. The cav alcade could not tarry, and so it was decided that the poor fellow should be left all alone in the vast Llano Esticado to die or recover as fate decreed. But the little Aztec beauty refused to leave her lover, insisting on her captors allowing her to remain and take care of him. To this the Indians reluctantly consented. With Juanita to nurse and cheer him up, John ling ered, lived, and ultimately recovered, when, with as little ceremony, perhaps, as consummated the nuptials of the first pair in Eden, they assumed the matrimoni al relation ; and Dona Juanita' s predilections for the customs and comforts of civilization were sufficiently strong to induce her lord to abandon the wild and no madic life of a savage for the comforts to be found in a straw-thatched Jackal. "They settled," says Mr. STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 29 Thrall, the historian of Texas, "on a stock ranch in the far West." When the civil war broke out John Parker joined a Mexican company in the Confederate service, and was noted for his gallantry and daring. He, how ever, refused to leave the soil of Texas, and would, under no circumstances, cross the Sabine into Louisi ana. He was still living on his ranch across the Rio Grande a few years ago, but up to that time had never visited any of his relatives in Texas. Of Cynthia Ann Parker (we will anticipate the thread of the narrative). Four long years have elapsed since she was cruelly torn from a mother's em brace and carried into captivity. During this time no tidings have been recieved of her. Many efforts have been made to ascertain her whereabouts, or fate, but without success; when in 1840, Col. Len. Williams, an old and honored Texian, Mr. - Stoat, a trader, and a Delaware Indian guide, named "Jack Harry," packed mules with goods and engaged in an expedi tion of private traffic with the Indians. On the Canadian river they fell in withPa-ha-u-ka's band of Comanches, with whom they were peaceably conversant. And with this tribe was Cynthia Ann Parker, who from the day of her capture had never seen a white person. She was then about fourteen years of age and had been with the Indians nearly five years. 30 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. Col. Williams found the Indian into whose family she had been adopted, and proposed to redeem her, but the Comanche told him all the goods he had would not ransom her, and at the same time "the fierceness of his countenance," says Col. Williams, "warned me of the danger of further mention of the subject." But old Pa-ha-u-ka prevailed upon him to let them see her. She came and sat down by the root of a tree, and while their presence was doubtless a happy event to the poor stricken captive, who in her doleful captivity had endured everything but death, she refused to speak a word. As she sat there, musing, perhaps, of distant relatives and friends, and the bereavements at the beginning and progress of her distress, they em ployed every persuasive art to evoke some expression. They told her of her playmates and relatives, and asked what message she would send them, but she had doubtless been commanded to silence, and with no hope or prospect of return was afraid to appear sad or dejected, and by a stocial effort in order to prevent fu ture bad treatment, put the best face possible on the matter. But the anxiety of her mind was betrayed by the perceptible quiver of her lips, showing that she was not insensible to the common feelings of humanity. As the years rolled by Cynthia Ann speedily devel oped the charms of womanhood, as with the dusky maidens of her companionship she performed the STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 31 menial offices of drudgery to which savage custom consigns women, or practiced those little arts of coquetry maternal to the female heart, whether she be a belle of Madison Square, attired in the most elabor ate toilet from the elite bazars of Paris, or the half naked savage with matted locks and claw-like nails. Doubtless the heart of more than one warrior was pierced by the Ulyssean darts from her laughing eyes, or charmed by the silvery ripple of her joyous laughter, and laid at her feet the game taken after a long and arduous chase among the Antelope Hills. Among the number whom her budding charms brought to her shrine was Peta Nocona. a Comanche O ' war chief, in prowess and renown the peer of the famous and redoubtable "Big Foot," who fell in a desperately contested hand-to-hand encounter with the veteran ranger and Indian fighter, Captain S. P. Ross, now living at Waco, and whose wonderful exploits and deeds of daring furnished themes for song and story at the war dance, the council, and the camp-fire. Cynthia Ann, stranger now to every word of her mother tongue save her own name became the bride of Pata Nocona, performing for her imperious lord all the slavish offices which savageism and Indian custom assigns as the duty of a wife. She bore him children, and we are assured loved him with a species of fierce passion, and wifely devotion; " for some fifteen years 32 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. after her capture," says Victor M. Rose, u a party of white hunters, including some friends of her family, visited the Comanche encampment on the upper Cana dian, and recognizing Cynthia Ann probably through the medium of her name alone, sounded her in a se cret manner as to the disagreeableness of a return to her people and the haunts of civilization. She shook her head in a sorrowful negative, and pointed to her little, naked barbarians sporting at her feet, and to the great greasy, lazy buck sleeping in the shade near at hand, the locks of a score of scalps dangling at his belt, and whose first utterance upon arousing would be a stern command to his meek, pale-faced wife. Though in truth, exposure to sun and air had browned the complexion of Cynthia Ann almost as intensely as were those of the native daughters of the plains and forest. She retained but the vaguest remembrance of her people as dim and flitting as the phantoms of a dream ; she was accustomed now to the wild life she led, and found in its repulsive features charms which "upper tendom" would have proven totally deficient in : "I am happily wedded," she said to these visitors. "I love my husband, who is good and kind, and my little ones, who, too, are his, and I cannot forsake them!" STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 33 What were the incidents in the savage life of these children which in after times became the land marks in the train of memory, and which with civilized crea tures serves as incentives to reminiscence? "Doubtless," says Mr. Rose, "Cynthia Ann arrayed herself in the calico borne from the sacking of Linville, and fled with the discomfited Comanches up the Gaud- aloupe and Colorado, at the ruthless march of John H. Moore, Ben McCulloch and their hardy rangers. They must have been present at the battle of Antelope Hills, on the Canadian, when Col. John S. Ford, "Old Rip" and Captain S. P. Ross encountered the whole force of the Comanches, in 1858; perhaps John Parker was an actor in that celebrated battle ; and again at the Wichita." " Their' s must have been a hard and unsatisfactory life the Comanches are veritable Ishmaelites, their hands being raised against all men, and every man's hand against them. Literally, "eternal vigilance was the price of liberty" with them, and of life itself. Every night the dreaded surprise was sought to be guarded against ; and every copse was scanned for the anticipated ambuscade while upon the march. Did they flount the blood-drabbled scalps of helpless whites in fiendish glee, and assist at the cruel torture of the unfortunate prisoners that fell into their hands? Alas ! forgetful of their race and tongue, they were thorough 34 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. savages, and acted in all particulars just as their Indian comrades did. Memory was stored but with the hard ships and the cruelties of the life about them ; arid the stolid indifference of mere animal existence furnishes no finely wrought springs for the rebound of reminis cence." ******** The year 1846, one decade from the fall of Parker's Fort, witnessed the end of the Texian Republic, in whose councils Isaac Parker served as a senator, and the blending of the Lone Star with the gallaxy of the great constellation of the American Union during which time many efforts were made to ascertain defi nitely the whereabouts of the captives, as an indispen sable requisite to their reclamation sometimes by soli tary scouts and spies, sometimes through the medium of negotiation and sometimes by waging direct war against their captors, but all to no avail. ******** Another decade passes away, and the year 1856 ar rives. The hardy pioneers have pushed the frontier of civilization far to the north and west, driving the In dian and the buffalo before them. The scene of Park er's Fort is now in the heart of a dense population; farms, towns, churches, and school houses lie along the path by which the Indians marched from their camp at the " water-hole" in that bloody May of 1836, STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 35 Isaac Parker is now a Representative in the Legislature of the State of Texas. It is now twenty years since the battle of San Jacinto twenty years since John and Cynthia Ann were borne into a captivity worse than death the last gun of the Mexican war rung out its last report over the conquered capital of Mexico ten long years ago ; but John and Cynthia Ann Parker have sent no tokens to their so long anxious friends that they even live : Alas ! time even blunts the edge of anxiety, and sets bounds alike to the anguish of man, as well as to his hopes. The punishment of Prometheas is not of this world ! 36 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. CHAPTER III. The Battle of Antelope Hills. "Brave Colonel Ford the commander and ranger bold, On the South Canadian did the Comauches behold, On the 12th of May, at rising of sun, The armies did meet and the battle begun." The battle of the South Canadian or " Antelope Hills," fought in 1858, was probably one of the most splendid scenic exhibitions of Indian warfare ever en acted upon Texas soil. This was the immemorial home of the Comanches here they sought refuge from their marauding expeditions into Texas and Mexico ; and here, in their veritable "city of refuge," should the adventurous and daring rangers seek them, it was certain that they would be encountered in full force Pohebits Quasho "Iron Jacket," so called from the fact that he wore a coat of scale mail, a curious piece of ancient armor, which doubtless had been stripped from the body of some unfortunate Spanish Knight slain, perhaps, a century before some chevalier who followed Coronado, De Leon, La Salle was the war chief. He was a "Big Medicine" man, or Prophet, and claimed to be invulnerable to balls and arrows aimed at his person, as by a necromantic puff of his breath the missives were diverted from their course, or charmed, and made to fall harmless at his feet. STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 37 Peta Nocono, the young and daring husband of Cynthia Ann Parker, was second in command. About the ist of May, in the year above named, Col. John S. Ford, ("Old Rip,") at the head of 100 Texian Rangers comprising such leaders as Capts. S. P. Ross, (the father of Gen. L. S. Ross) ; W. A. Pitts, Preston, Tankersley, and a contingent of in Toncahua Indians, the latter commanded by their cele brated chief, Placido so long the faithful and implic itly trusted friend of the whites marched on a cam paign against the maruding Comanches, determined to follow them up to their stronghold amid the hills of the Canadian river, and if possible surprise them and in flict a severe and lasting chastisement. After a toilsome march of several days the Toncahua scouts reported that they were in the immediate vicini ty of the Comanche encampment. The Comanches, though proverbial for their sleepless vigilance, were un suspicious of danger and so unsuspected was the ap proach of the rangers, that on the day preceding the battle, Col. Ford and Capt. Ross stood in the old road from Fort Smith to Santa Fe, just north of the Rio Negro or "False Wichita," and watched through their glasses the Comanches running buffalo in the valleys still more to the north. That night the Toncahua spies completed the hazardous mission of locating defi nitely the position of the enemy's encampment. The CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. next morning (May 12) the rangers and "reserve" or friendly Indians, marched before sunrise to the attack. Placido claimed for his "red warriors" the privi lege of wreaking vengeance upon their hereditary enemies. His request was granted, and the Tonca- huas effected a complete surprise. The struggle was short, sharp and sanguinary. The women and chil dren were made prisoners, but not a Comanche brave surrendered. Their savage pride preferred death to the restraints and humiliations of captivity. Not a single warrior escaped to bear the sorrowful tidings of this destructive engagement to their people. A short time after the sun had lighted the tops of the hills, the rangers came in full view of the hostile camp, pitched in one of the picturesque valleys of the Cana dian, and on the opposite side of the stream, in the immediate vicinity of the famous "Antelope Hills." The panorama thus presented to the view of the rangers was beautiful in the extreme, and their pent- up enthusiasm found vent in a shout of exultation, which was speedily suppressed by Col. Ford. Just at this moment a solitary Comanche was descried riding southward, evidently heading for the village which Placido had so recently destroyed. He was wholly un- concious of the proximity of an enemy. Instant pur suit was now made ; he turned, and fled at full speed toward the main camp across the Canadian, closely fol- STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 39 lowed by the rangers. He dashed across the stream, and thus revealed to his pursuers the locality of a safe ford across the miry and almost impassable river. He rushed into the village beyond, sounding the notes of alarm ; and soon the Comanche warriors presented a bold front of battle-line between their women and children and the advancing rangers. After a few min utes occupied in forming line of battle, both sides were arrayed in full force and effect. The friendly Indians were placed on the right, and thrown a little forward. Col. Ford's object was to deceive the Comanches as to the character of the attacking force, and as to the qual ity of arms they possessed. Pohebits Quasho, arrayed in all the trappings of his "war toggery" coat of mail, shield, bow and lance, completed by a head-dress decorated with feathers and long red flannel streamers; and besmeared in " war paint," gaily dashed about on his " war-horse" mid way of the opposing lines, delivering taunts and chal lenges to the whites. As the old chief dashed to and fro a number of rifles were discharged at him in point blank range without any effect whatever ; which seem ing immunity to death encouraged his warriors greatly ; and induced even some of the more superstitious among the rangers to enquire within themselves if it were possible that "Old Iron Jacket" really bore a charmed life? Followed by a few of his braves, he 40 CYNTHIA ANN PAKKER. now bore down upon the rangers, described a few " charmed circles," gave a few necromantic puffs with his breath and let fly several arrows at Col. Ford, Capt. Ross and chief Placido ; receiving their fire without harm. But as he approached the line of the Tonca- huas, a rifle directed by the steady nerve and unerring eye of one of their number, Jim Pockmark, brought the "Big Medicine" to the dust. The shot was a mortal one. The fallen chieftain was instantly sur rounded by his braves, but the spirit of the conjuring brave had taken its flight to the "happy hunting grounds." These incidents occupied but a brief space of time, when the order to charge was given ; and then ensued one of the grandest assaults ever made against the Comanches. The enthusiastic shouts of the rangers and the triumphant yell of their red allys greeted the welcome order. It was responded to by the defiant "war-hoop" of the Comanches, and in those virgin hills, remote from civilization, the saturnalia of battle was inaugurated. The shouts of enraged combatants, the wail of women, the piteous cries of terrified chil dren, the howling of frightened dogs, the deadly re ports of rifle and revolver, constituted a discordant confusion of sounds, blent together in an unearthly mass of infernal noise. The conflict was sharp and quick a charge ; a mo mentary exchange of rifle and arrow shots, and the STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 41 heart-rending wail of discomfiture and dismay, and the beaten Comanches abandoned their lodges and camp to the victors, and began a disorderly retreat. But sufficient method was observed to take advantage of each grove of timber, each hill and ravine, to make a stand against their pursuers ; and thus enable the women and children to make their escape. The noise of battle now diverged from a common center like the spokes of a wheel, and continued to greet the ear for several hours, gradually growing fainter as the pur suit disappeared in the distance. But another division, under the vigilant Peta No- cona, was soon marching through the hills north of the Canadian, to the rescue. Though ten miles dis tant, his quick ear had caught the first sounds of the battle ; and soon he was riding, with Cynthia Ann by his side, at the head of (500) five hundred warriors. About i o'clock of the afternoon the last of the rangers returned from the pursuit of Pohebits Qua- sho's discomfited braves, just in time to anticipate this threatened attack. As Capt. Ross (who was one of the last to return) rode up, he enquired u What hour of the morning is it, Colonel?" "Morning!" exclaimed Col. Ford, "it is one o'clock of the afternoon ;" so unconscious is one of the flight of time during an engagement, that the work of 42 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. hours seems comprised within the space of a few moments. 4 "Hello! what are you in line of battle for?" asked Ross. "Look at the hills there, and you will see," calmly replied Col. Ford, pointing to the hills some half a mile distant, behind which the forces of Peta Nocona were visible ; an imposing line of 500 war riors drawn up in battle array. Col. Ford had with 221 men fought and routed over 400 Comanches, and now he was confronted by a stronger force, fresh from their village still higher up on the Canadian. They had come to drive the "pale faces" and their hated copper-colored allies from the captured camp, to retake prisoners, to retake over four hundred head of horses and an immense quantity of plunder. They did not fancy the defiant state of preparations awaiting them in the valley, however, and were waiting to avail themselves of some incautious movement on the part of the rangers, when the wily Peta Nocona with his forces would spring like a lion from his lair, and with one combined and desperate effort swoop down and annihilate the enemy. But his antagonist was a soldier of too much sagacity to allow any advantage to a vigilant foe. The two forces remained thus contemplating each other for over an hour ; during which time a series of operations ensued between single combatants illustrat- STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 43 ive of the Indian mode of warfare, and the marked difference between the nomadic Comanche and his semi-civilized congeners, the Tonchua. The Ton- O 7 chuas took advantage of ravines, trees and other natu ral shelter. Their arms were rifles and "six-shooters." The Comanches came to the attack with shield and bow and lance, mounted on gaily caparisoned and prancing steeds, and flaunting feathers and all the "georgeous" display incident to savage " finery" and pomp. They are probably the most expert equestri ans in the world. A Comanche warrior would gaily canter to a point half way between the opposing lines, yell a defiant "war hoop," and shake his shield. This was a challenge to single combat. Several of the friendly Indians who accepted such challenges were placed hors de combat by their more expert adversaries, and in consequence Col. Ford or dered them to decline the savage banters ; much to the dissatisfaction of Placido, who had conducted himself throughout the series of engagements with the bearing of a savage hero. Says Col. Ford: "In these combats the mind of the spectator was vividly carried back to the days of chiv alry ; the jousts and tournaments of knights and to the concomitants of those scenic exhibitions of gal lantry. The feats of horsemanship were splendid, the lances and shields were used with great dexterity, and 44 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. the whole performance was a novel show to civilized man." Col. Ford now ordered Placido, with a part of his warriors, to advance in the direction of the enemy, and if possible draw them in the valley, so as to afford the rangers an opportunity to charge them. This had the desired effect, and the rangers were ready to deliver a charge, when it was discovered that the friendly Indi ans had removed the white badges from their heads because they served as targets for the Comanches, con sequently the rangers were unable to distinguish friend from foe. This necessitated the entire withdrawal of the Indians. The Comanches witnessed these prepa rations and now commenced to recoil. The rangers o advanced ; the trot, the gallop, the headlong charge, followed in rapid succession. Lieut. Nelson made a skillful movement and struck the enemy's left flank. The Comanche line was broken. A running fight for & o three or four miles ensued. The enemy was driven back wherever he made a stand. The most determined re sistance was made in a timbered ravine. Here one of Placido's warriors was killed, and one of the rangers, young George W. Pascal wounded. The Comanches left some dead upon the spot and had several more wounded. After routing them at this point the rangers continued to pursue them some distance, intent upon taking the women and children prisoners but Peta STOKY OF HEK CAPTURE. 45 Nocona, by the exercise of those commanding qualities which had often before signalized his conduct on the field, succeeded in covering their retreat, and thus al lowing them to escape. It was now about 4 p. M., both horses and men were almost entirely exhausted, and Col. Ford ordered a halt and returned to the village. Brave old Placido and his warriors fought like so many demons. It was difficult to restrain them, so anxious were they to wreak vengeance on the Co- manches. In all of these engagements seventy-five (75) Co- manches "bit the dust." The loss of the rangers was small, two killed and five or six wounded. The trophies of Pohebits Quasho, including his lance, bow, shield, head-dress and the celebrated coat of scale mail, was deposited by Col. Ford in the State archives at Austin, where, doubtless, they may yet be seen, as curious relics of by-gone days. The lamented old chief, Placido, fell a victim to the revengeful Comanches during the latter part of the great civil war, between the North and South ; being assassinated by a party of his enemies on the reserva tion, near Fort Sill. The venerable John Henry Brown, some years since, paid a merited tribute to his memory through the columns of the Dallas Herald* 46 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. Of Placido it has been said that he was the "soul of honor," and "never betrayed a trust." That he was brave to the utmost, we have only to refer to his numerous exploits during his long and gratuitous ser vice on our frontiers. He was implicitly trusted by Burleson and other partisan leaders ; and rendered in valuable services in behalf of the early Texian pion eers ; in recognition of which he never recieved any reward of a material nature, beyond a few paltry pounds of gun-powder and salt. Imperial Texas should rear a monument commemorative of his mem ory. He was the more than Tammany of Texas ! But I am digressing from the narrative proper. "Doubtless," says Rose, "Cynthia Ann rode from this ill-starred field with her infant daughter pressed to her bosom, and her sons two youths of about ten and twelve years of age, at her side, as fearful of capture at the hands of the hated whites, as years ago imme diately after the massacre of Parker's Fort she had been anxious for the same." GENERAL L S Ross. STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 47 CHAPTER IV. Genl. L. S. Ross. Battle of the Wichita. It is not our purpose in this connection^ to assume the role of biographer to so distinguished a personage as is the chevalier Bayard of Texas General Lawrence Sullivan Ross. That task should be left to an abler pen ; and besides, it would be impossible to do any thing like justice to the romantic, adventurous, and altogether splendid and brilliant career of the brave and daring young ranger who rescued Cynthia Ann Park er from captivity, at least in the circumscribed limits of a brief biographical sketch, such as we shall be com pelled to confine ourself to ; yet, some brief mention of his services and exploits as a ranger captain, byway of an introduction to the reader beyond the limits of Texas, where his name and fame are as household words, is deemed necessary, hence we beg leave here to give a brief sketch of his life. "Texas, though her annals be brief," says the author of "Ross' Texas Brigade," counts upon her "roll of honor" the names of many heros, living and dead. Their splendid services are the inestimable leg acies of the past and present, to the future. Of the latter, it is the high prerogative of the State to enbalm 48 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. their names and memories as perpetual examples to excite the generous emulation of the Texian youth to the latest posterity. Of the former it is our pleasant province to accord them those honors which their ser vices, in so eminent a degree, entitle them to receive. Few lands, since the days of the " Scottish Chiefs," have furnished material upon which to predicate a Douglas, a Wallace, or a Ravenswood ; and the adven tures of chivalric enterprise, arrant quest of danger, and the personal combat, were relegated, together with the knight's armorial trappings, to the rusty archives of "Tower" and "Pantheon," until the Comanche Bedouins of the Texian plains tendered in bold defi ance the savage gauntlet to the pioneer knights of pro gress and civilization. And though her heraldic roll glows with the names of a Houston, a Rusk, Lamar, McCulloch, Hayes, Chevellie, which illumine the pages of her history with an effulgence of glory, Texas never nurtured on her maternal bosom a son of more filial devotion, of more loyal patriotism, or indomitable will to do and dare, than L. S. Ross." Lawrence Sullivan Ross was born in the village of Bentonsport, Ohio, in the year 1838. His father, Captain S.. P. Ross, emigrated to Texas in 1839, casting his fortunes with the struggling pioneers who were blazing the pathway of civilization into the wilds of a terra incognita, as Texas then was. STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 49 " Captain S. P. Ross was, for many years, pre-emi nent as a leader against the implacable savages, who made frequent incursions into the settlements. The duty of repelling these forays usually devolved upon Captain Ross and his neighbors, and, for many years, his company constituted the only bulwark of safety between the feeble colonist and the scalping knife. The rapacity and treachery of his Comanche and Kiowa foes demanded of Captain Ross sleepless vigi lance, acute sagacity, and a will that brooked no ob stacle or danger. It was in the performance of this arduous duty that he slew, in single combat, "Big Foot," a Comanche chief of great prowess, and who was for many years the scourge of the early Texas frontier. The services of Captain S. P. Ross are still held in grateful remembrance by the descendants of his compatriots, and his memory will never be suffered to pass away while Texians feel a pride in the sterling worth of the pioneers who laid the foundation of Tex as' greatness and glory. Vide "Ross* Texas Bri gade," p. 158. The following incident, as illustrative of the charac ter and spirit of the man and times, is given: "On one occasion, Captain Ross, who had been visiting a neighbor, was returning home, afoot, accompanied by his little son, 'Sul,' as the General was familiarly called. When within half a mile of his house, he was 50 CYNTHIA ANN PARKEK. surrounded by fifteen or twenty mounted Comanche warriors, who commenced an immediate attack. The Captain, athletic and swift of foot, threw his son on his back, and outran their ponies to the house, escap ing unhurt amid a perfect shower of arrows." Such were among the daily experiences of the child, and with such impressions stamped upon the infantile mind, it was but natural that the enthusiastic spirit of the ardent youth should lead him to such adventures upon the "war-path," similar to those that had signal ized his honored father's prowess upon so many occa sions. Hence, we find "Sul" Ross, during vacation from his studies at Florence Weslean University, Alabama, though a beardless boy, scarcely twenty years of age, in command of a contingent of 135 friendly Indians, co-operating with the United States cavalry under the dashing Major Earl Van Dorn, in a compaign against the Comanches. # # -x- * # #&# Notwithstanding the severe chastisement that had been inflicted on the Comanches at " Antelope Hills," they soon renewed their hostilities, committing many depredations and murders during the summer of 1858. Early in September Major Van Dorn received or ders from Gen. Twiggs, to equip four companies, in cluding Ross' "red warriors," and go out on a scout- STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 51 ing expedition against the hostile Indians. This he did, penetrating the heart of the Indian country where he proceeded to build a stockade, placing within it all the pack mules, extra horses and supplies, which was left in charge of the infantry. Ross' faithful Indian scouts soon reported the discov ery of a large Comanche village near the Wichita Mountains, about ninety miles away. The four com panies, attended by the spies, immediately set out for the village, and after a fatiguing march of thirty-six hours, causing the men to be continuously in the saddle the lattei sixteen hours of the ride, arrived in the im mediate vicinity of the Indian camp just at daylight on the morning of October ist. A reconnoissance showed that the wily Comanches were not apprehensive of an attack, and were sleeping in fancied security. The horses of the tribe, which consisted of a caballado of about 500 head, were graz ing near the outskirts of the village. Major Van Dorn directed Captain Ross, at the head of his Indians, to "round up" the horses, and drive them from the camp, which was effected speedily, and thus the Co manches were forced to fight on foot a proceeding extremely harrowing to the proud warriors' feelings. "Just as the sun was peeping above the eastern horizon," says Victor M. Rose, whose graphic narra tive we again quote, "Van Dorn charged the upper 52 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. end of the village, while Ross' command, in conjunc tion with a detachment of United States cavalry, charged the lower. The village was strung out along the banks of a branch for several hundred yards. The morning was very foggy, and after a few moments of firing the smoke and fog became so dense that objects at but a short distance could be distinguished only with great difficulty. The Comanches fought with absolute desperation, and contended for every advantage, as their women and children., and all their possessions, were in peril. 'A few moments after the engagement became gen eral, Ross discovered a number of Comanches running down to the branch, about one hundred and fifty yards from the village, and concluded that they were beating a retreat. Immediately, Ross, Lieutenant Van Camp of the United States Army, Alexander, a ' regular' soldier, and one Caddo Indian, of Ross' command, ran to the point with the intention of intercepting them. Arriving, it was discovered that the fugitives were the women and children. In a moment, another posse of women and children came running immediately past the squad of Ross, who, discovering a little white girl among the number, made his Caddo Indian grab her as she was passing. The little pale-face apparently about twelve years of age was badly frightened at finding herself a captive to a strange Indian and STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 53 stranger white men, and was hard to manage at first. "Ross now discovered, through the fog and smoke of the battle, that a band of some twenty-five Co- manche warriors had cut his small party off from com munication with Van Dorn, and were bearing immedi ately down upon them. They shot Lieutenant Van Camp through the heart, killing him ere he could fire his double-barrelled shot-gun. Alexander, the United States Cavalryman, was likewise shot down before he could fire his gun (a rifle). Ross was armed with a Sharp's rifle, and attempted to fire upon the exultant red devils, but the cap snapped. 'Mohee,' a Co- manche warrior, siezed Alexander's rifle and shot Ross down. The indomitable young ranger fell upon the side on which his pistol was borne, and though partially paralyzed by the shot, he turned himself, and was get ting his pistol out when 'Mohee' drew his butcher- knife, and started towards his prostrate foe some fifteen feet away with the evident design of stabbing and scalping him. He made but a few steps, however, when one of his companions cried out something in the Comanche tongue, which was a signal to the band, and they broke away in confusion. 'Mohee' ran about twenty steps, when a wire-cartridge, containing nine buck-shot, fired from a gun in the hands of Lieu tenant James Majors, (afterwards a Confederate Gen eral), struck him between the shoulders, and he fell 54 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. forward on his face, dead. 'Mohee' was an old ac quaintance of Ross, as the latter had seen him fre quently at his father's post on the frontier, and recog nized him as soon as their eyes met. The faithful Caddo held on to the little girl throughout this desper ate melee, and, strange to relate, neither were harmed. The Caddo, doubtless, owed his escape to the fact that the Comanches were fearful of wounding or killing the little girl. This whole scene transpired in a few mo ments, and Captain N. G. Evans' company of the Second United States Cavalry, had taken possession of the lower end of the Comanche village, and Major Van Dorn held the upper, and the Comanches were running into the hills and brush ; not, however, before an infuriated Comanche shot the gallant Van Dorn with an arrow. Van Dorn fell, and it was supposed that he was mortally wounded. In consequence of their wounds, the two chieftains were compelled to re main on the battle ground five or six days. After the expiration of this time, Ross' Indians made a 'litter,' after their fashion, borne between two gentle mules, and in it placed their heroic and beloved 'boy cap tain,' and set out for the settlements at Fort Belknap. When this mode of conveyance would become too painful, by reason of the rough, broken nature of the country, these brave Caddos whose race and his tory are but synonyms of courage and fidelity would STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 55 vie with each other in bearing the burden upon their own shoulders. At Camp Radziminski, occupied by United States forces, an ambulance was obtained, and the remainder of the journey made with comparative comfort. Major Van Dorn was also conveyed to Radziminski. He speedily recovered of his wound, and soon made another brilliant campaign against the Co- manches, as we shall see further on. Ross recovered sufficiently in a few weeks so as to be able to return to college at Florence, Alabama, where he completed his studies, and graduated in 1859." This was the battle of the Wichita Mountains, a hotly contested and most desperate hand to hand fight in which the two gallant and dashing young officers, Ross and Van Dorn, were severely wounded. The loss of the whites was five killed and several wounded. The loss of the Comanches was, eighty or ninety warriors killed, many wounded, and several captured ; besides losing all their horses, camp equipage, sup plies, etc. The return of this victorious little army was hailed with enthusiastic rejoicing and congratulation, and the Wichita fight and Van Dorn and Ross were the themes of song and story for many years along the borders and in the halls and banqueting-rooms of the cities, and the martial music of the " Wichita March" resounded through the plains of Texas wherever the Second 56 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. Cavalry encamped or rocle off on scouts in after years. The little girl captive of whose parentage or history nothing could be ascertained, though strenuous efforts were made was christened " Lizzie Ross," in honor of MissZzV^VTinsley, daughter of Dr. D. R. Tinsley, of Waco, to whom Ross at that time was engaged ; and afterwards married May, 1861. Of Lizzie Ross, it can be said that, in her career, is afforded a thorough verification of Lord Byron's say ing: " Truth is stranger than fiction!" She was adopted by her brave and generous captor, properly reared and educated, and became a beautiful and ac complished woman. Here were sufficient romance and vicissitude, in the brief career of a little maiden, to have turned the " roundelay's" of " troubadour and meunesauger." A solitary lily, blooming amidst the wildest grasses of the desert plains. A little Indian girl in all save the Caucasian's conscious stamp of su periority. Torn from home, perhaps, amid the heart rending scenes of rapine, torture and death. A stran ger to race and lineage stranger even to the tongue in which a mother's lullaby was breathed. Affiliating with these wild Ishmaelites of the prairie a Comanche in all thingss ave the intuitive premonition that she ivas not of them! Finally, redeemed from a captivity worse than death by a knight entitled to rank, for all LIZZIE Ross STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 57 time in the history of Texas, "primus inter -pores" Vide "Ross Texas Brigade," p. 178. Lizzie Ross accompanied Gen. Ross' mother on a visit to the State of California, a few years since, and while there, became the wife of a wealthy merchant near Los Angeles, where she now resides. Such is the romantic story of " Lizzie Ross" a story that derives additional interest because of the fact of its absolute truth in all respects. 1 (1. The following letter from Gen. L. S. Ross, touching upon the battle of the Wichita Mountains and the re-capture of "Lizzie Ross," is here appropriately inserted : "WACO, TEXAS, July 12. 1884. "MR. JAMES T. DESHIELDS. Dear Sir: My father could give you reliable data enough to fill a volume. I send you photograph of Cynthia Ann Parker, with notes relating to her on back of photo. On the 28th of October, 1858, 1 had a battle with the Comauches at Wichita Mts., and there recaptured a little white girl about eight years old, whose parentage, nor indeed any trace of her kindred, was ever found. I adopted, reared, and educated her, giving her the name of Lizzie Ross; the former name being in honor of the young lady Lizzie Tinsley to whom I was then engaged and afterwards married May, 1861. "Lizzie Ross grew to womanhood, and married a wealthy merchant living near Los Angeles, California, where she now resides. See History of 'Ross' Brigade' by Victor M. Rose, and published by Courier-Jour nal, for a full and graphic description of the battle and other notable in cidents. I could give you many interesting as well as thrilling adven tures of self and father's family with the Indians in the early settlement of the country. "He can give you more information than any living Texian, touch ing the Indian character, having been their agent and warm and trusted friend, in whom they had confidence. "My early life was one of constant danger from their forays, and I was twice in their hands and at their mercy, as well as the other mem bers of my father's family. "But I am just now too busy with my farm matters to give you such data as would subserve your purpose. -Yours truly, L. S. Ross." 58 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. CHAPTER V. Battle of Pease River. Cynthia Ann Parker. For some time after Ross' victory at the Wichita Mountains the Comanches were less hostile, seldom penetrating far down into the settlements. But in 1 85 9-' 60 the condition of the frontier was again truly deplorable. The people were obliged to stand in a con tinued posture of defense, and were in continual alarm and hazard of their lives, never daring to stir abroad unarmed, for small bodies of savages, quick-sighted and accustomed to perpetual watchfulness, hovered on the outskirts, and springing from behind bush or rock, surprised his enemy before he was aware of danger, and sent tidings of his presence in the fatal blow, and after execution of the bloody work, by superior knowl edge of the country and rapid movements, safely re tired to their inaccessable deserts. In the Autumn of 1860 the indomitable and fearless Peta Nocona led a raiding party of Comanches through Parker county, so named in honor of the fam ily of his wife, Cynthia Ann, committing great depre dations as they passed through. The venerable Isaac Parker was at the time a resident of the town of Weatherford, the county seat ; and little did he imag ine that the chief of the ruthless savages who spread STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 59 desolation and death on every side as far as their arms could reach , was the husband of his long lost niece and that the comingled blood of the murdered Parkers and the atrocious Comanche now coursed in the veins of a second generation bound equally by the ties of consanguinity to murderer and murdered ; that the son of Peta Nocona and Cynthia Ann Parker would be come the chief of the proud Comanches, whose boast it is that their constitutional settlement of government is the purest democracy ever originated and adminis tered among men. It certainly conserved the object of its institution the protection and happiness of the peo pie for a longer period, and much more satisfactorily than has that of any other Indian tribe. The Co manches claimed a superiority over the other Texian tribes and they unquestionably were more intelligent and courageous. The "Reservation Policy," neces- essary though it be brings them all to an object level, the plane of lazy beggars and thieves. The Co manche is the most qualified by nature for receiving education and for adapting himself to the requirements of civilization, of all the southern tribes, not excepting even the Cherokees, with their churches, school-houses and farms. The Comanches after waging an unceasing war for nearly fifty years against the United States, Texas and Mexico, still number 16,000 souls* a far better showing than any other tribe can make, though 60 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. not one but has enjoyed privileges to which the Co- manche was a stranger. It is a shame to the civiliza tion of the age that a people so susceptible of a high degree of development should be allowed to grovel in the depths of heathenism and savagery. But we are digressing. The loud and clamorous cries of the settlers along the frontier for protection, induced the Government to organize and send out a regiment under Col. M. T. Johnson to take the field for public defense. But these efforts proved of small service. The expedition, though at great expense to the state, failed to find an Indian until returning, the command was followed by the wily Comanches, their horses "stampeded" at night and most of the men compelled to reach the settle ments on foot, under great suffering and exposure. Captain "Sul" Ross, who had just graduated from Florence Wesleyan University, of Alabama, and re turned to Texas, was commissioned a captain of rang ers, by Governor Sam Houston, and directed to organ ize a company of sixty men, with orders to repair to Fort Belknap, receive from Col. Johnson all govern ment property, as his regiment was disbanded, and take the field against the redoubtable Peta Nocona, and afford the frontier such protection as was possible to this small force. The necessity of vigorous measures soon became so pressing that Capt. Ross determined to STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 61 attempt to curb the insolence of these implacable enemies of Texas by following them into their fast nesses and carry the war into their own homes. In his graphic narration of this campaign Gen. L. S. Ross says : ' ' As I could take but forty of my men from my post, I requested Capt. N. G. Evans, in command of the United States troops, at Camp Cooper, to send me a detachment of the Second Cavalry. We had been intimately connected on the Van Dorn campaign, dur ing which I was the recipient of much kindness from Capt. Evans while I was suffering from a severe wound received from an Indian in the battle of the ' Wichita.' He promptly sent me a sergeant and twen ty well mounted men. My force was still further aug mented by some seventy volunteer citizens under command of the brave old frontiersman, Capt. Jack Cureton, of Bosque county. These self-sacrificing pa triots, without the hope of pay or reward, left their de- defenseless homes and families to avenge the sufferings of the frontier people. With pack-mules laden down with necessary supplies the expedition marched for the Indian country. "On the 1 8th of December, 1860, while march ing up Pease river, I had some suspicions that Indians were in the vicinity, by reason of the buffalo that came running in great numbers from the north towards us, and while my command moved in the low ground I 62 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. visited all neighboring high points to make discoveries. On one of these sand hills I found four fresh pony tracks, and being satisfied that Indian videtts had just gone, I galloped forward about a mile to a higher point, and riding to the top, to my inexpressable surprise, found myself within 200 yards of a Comanche village, located on a small stream winding around the base of the hill. It was a most happy circumstance that a piercing north wind was blowing, bearing with it clouds of sand, and my presence was unobserved and the surprise complete. By signaling my men as I stood concealed, they reached me without being dis covered by the Indians, who were busy packing up pre paratory to a move. By this time the Indians mounted and moved off north across the level plain. My com mand, with the detachment of the Second Cavalry, had out-marched and become separated from the citi zen command, which left me about sixty men. In making disposition for attack, the sergeant and his twenty men were sent at a gallop, behind a chain of sand hills, to encompass them in and cut off their re treat, while with forty men I charged. The attack was so sudden that a considerable number were killed be fore they could prepare for defense. They fled precipi tately right into the presence of the sergeant and his men. Here they met with a warm reception, and finding themselves completely encompassed, every one STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 63 fled his own way, and was hotly pursued and hard pressed. "The chief of the party, Peta Nocona, a noted war rior of great repute, with a young girl about fifteen years of age mounted on his horse behind him, and Cynthia Ann Parker, with a girl child about two years of age in her arms and mounted on a fleet pony, fled together, while Lieut. Tom. Kelliheir and I pursued them. After running about a mile Killiheir ran up by the side of Cynthia's horse, and I was in the act of shooting when she held up her child and stopped. I kept on after the chief and about a half a mile further, when in about twenty yards of him I fired my pistol, striking the girl (whom I supposed to be a man, as she rode like one, and only her head was visible above the buffalo robe with which she was wrapped) near the heart, killing her instantly, and the same ball would have killed both but for the shield of the chief, which hung down, covering his back. When the girl fell from the horse she pulled him off also, but he caught on his feet, and before steadying himself, my horse, running at full speed, was very nearly upon top of him, when he was struck with an arrow, which caused him to fall to pitching or 'bucking,' and it was with great difficulty that I kept my saddle, and in the meantime, narrowly escaped several arrows coming in quick succession from the chief's bow. Being at such 64 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. disadvantage he would have killed me in a few minutes but for a random shot from my pistol (while I was clinging with my left hand to the pommel of my sad dle) which broke his right arm at the elbow, complete ly disabling him. My horse then became quiet, and I shot the chief twice through the body, whereupon he deliberately walked to a small tree, the only one in sight, and leaning against it, began to sing a wild, wierd song. At this time my Mexican servant, who had once been a captive with the Comanches and spoke their language as fluently as his mother tongue, came up, in company with two of my men. I then sum moned the chief to surrender, but he promptly treated every overture with contempt, and signalized this dec laration with a savage attempt to thrust me with the lance which he held in his left hand. I could only look upon him with pity and admiration. For, de plorable as was his situation, with no chance of escape, his party utterly destroyed, his wife and child captured in his sight, he was undaunted by the fate that awaited him, and as he seemed to prefer death to life, I direct ed the Mexican to end his misery by a charge of buck shot from the gun which he carried. Taking up his accouterments, which I subsequently sent Gov. Hous ton, to be deposited in the archives at Austin, we rode back to Cynthia Ann and Killiheir, and found him bit terly cursing himself for having run his pet horse so STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 65 hard after an 'old squaw.' She was very dirty, both in her scanty garments and her person. But as soon as I looked on her face, I said, 'Why, Tom, this is a white woman, Indians do not have blue eyes.' On the way to the village, where my men were assembling with the spoils, and a large caballado of 'Indian ponies,' I discovered an Indian boy about nine years of age, secreted in the grass. Expecting to be killed, he began crying, but I made him mount behind me, and carried him along. And when in after years I frequent ly proposed to send him to his people, he steadfastly re fused to go, and died in McLennan county last year. "After camping for the night Cynthia Ann kept cry ing, and thinking it was caused from fear of death at our hands, I had the Mexican tell her that we recog nized her as one of our own people, and would not harm her. She said two of her boys were with her when the fight began, and she was distressed by the fear that they had been killed. It so happened, how ever, both escaped, and one of them, 'Quanah' is now a chief. The other died some years ago on the plains. I then asked her to give me the history of her life with the Indians, and the circumstances attending her cap ture by them, which she promptly did in a very sensi ble manner. And as the facts detailed corresponded with the massacre at Parker's Fort, I was impressed 66 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. with the belief that she was Cynthia Ann Parker. Re turning to my post, I sent her and child to the ladies at Cooper, where she could recieve the attention her situa tion demanded, and at the same time dispatched a messenger to Col. Parker, her uncle, near Weather- ford, and as I was called to Waco to meet Gov. Hous ton, I left directions for the Mexican to accompany Col. Parker to Cooper in the capacity of interpreter. When he reached there, her identity was soon discovered to Col. Parker's entire satisfaction and great happiness." And thus was fought the battle of " Pease river" be tween a superior force of Comanches under the implac able chief, Peta Nocona on one side, and sixty rangers led by their youthful commander, Capt. L. S. Ross, on the other. Ross, sword in hand, led the furious rush of the rangers ; and in the desperate encounter of "war to the knife" which ensued, nearly all the warriors bit the dust. So signal a victory had never before been gained over the fierce and war-like Comanches and never since that fatal December clay in 1860 have they made any military demonstrations at all commensurate with the fame of their proud campaigns in the past. The great Comanche confederacy was forever broken. The in cessant and sanguinary war which had been waged for more than thirty years was now virtually at an end. STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 67 The blow was a most decisive one ; as sudden and irre- sistable as a thunder-bolt, and as remorseless and crush ing as the hand of Fate. It was a short but desperate conflict. Victory trem bled in the balance. A determined charge, accompan ied by a simultaneous fire from the solid phalanx of yelling rangers and the Comanches beat a hasty retreat, leaving many dead and wounded upon the field. Es pying the chief and a chosen few riding at full speed, and in a different direction from the other fugitives, from the ill-starred field, Ross quickly pursued. Divin ing his purpose, the watchful Pete Nocona rode at full speed, but was soon overtaken, when the two chiefs engaged in a personal encounter, which must result in the death of one or the other. Peta Nocona fell, and his last sigh was taken up in mournful wailings on the wings of defeat. Most of the women and children with a few warriors escaped. Many of these perished on the cold and inhospitable plains, in an effort to reach their friends on the head-waters of the Arkansas river. The immediate fruits of the victory was some four hundred and fifty horses, and their accumulated win ter's supply of food. But the incidental fruits are not to be computed on the basis of dollars and cents. The proud spirit of the Comanche was here broloen, and to this signal defeat is to be attributed the measurably pa cific conduct of these heretofore implacable foes of the 68 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. white race during the course of the late civil war in the Union, a boon of incalculable value to Texas. In a letter recognizing the great service rendered the state by Ross in dealing the Comanches this crushing blow, Governor Houston said : "Your success in protecting the frontier gives me great satisfaction. I am satisfied that with the same opportunities, you would rival, if not excel, the great est exploits of McCulloch and Hays. Continue to re pel, pursue, and punish every body of Indians coming into the State, and the people will not withhold their praise." Signed: SAM HOUSTON. QUANAH PARKER. STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 69 CHAPTER VI. Cynthia Ann Parker. Quanah Parker. From May I9th, 1836, to December i8th, 1860, was twenty-four years and seven months. Add to this nine years, her age when captured, and at the later date Cynthia Ann Parker was in her thirty-fourth year. During the last ten years of this quarter of a century, which she spent as a captive among the Co- manches, no tidings had been received of her. She had long been given up as dead or irretrievably lost to civilization. Notwithstanding the long lapse of time which had intervened since the Capture of Cynthia Ann Parker, Ross, as he interrogated his "blue eyed" but bronzed captive, more than suspected that she was the veritable " Cynthia Ann Parker," of which he had heard so much from his boyhood. She was dressed in female attire, of course, according to the custom of the Co- manches, which being very similar to that of the males, doubtless, gave rise to the eroneous statement that she was dressed in male costume. So sure was Ross of her identity that, as before stated, he at once dispatched a messenger to her uncle, the venerable Isaac Parker ; in the meantime placing Cynthia Ann in charge of Mrs. 70 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. Evans, wife of Capt. N. G. Evans, the commandant at Fort Cooper, who at once, with commendable be nevolence, administered to her necessities. Upon the arrival of Col. Parker at Fort Cooper, in terrogations were made her through the Mexican inter preter, for she remembered not one word of English, respecting her identity ; but she had forgotten absolute ly everything, apparently, at all connected with her family or past history. In dispair of being able to reach a conclusion, Col. Parker was about to leave, when he said, "The name of my niece was Cynthia Ann." The sound of the once familiar name, doubtless the last lingering me mento of the old home at the fort, seemed to touch a responsive chord in her nature, when a sign of intelli gence lighted up her countenance, as memory by some mystic inspiration resumed its cunning as she looked up, and patting her breast, said, " Cynthia Ann ! Cyn thia Ann I" At the awakening of this single spark of reminiscence, the sole gleam in the mental gloom of many years, her countenance brightened with a pleas ant smile in place of the sullen expression which ha bitually characterizes the looks of an Indian restrained of freedom. There was now no longer any doubt as to her identity with the little girl lost and mourned so long. It was in reality Cynthia Ann Parker, but, O, so changed ! STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 71 But as savage-like and dark of complexion as she was, Cynthia Ann was still dear to her overjoyed uncle, and was welcomed home by relatives with all the joy ous transports with which the prodigal son was hailed upon his miserable return to the parental roof. As thorough an Indian in manner and looks as if she had been so born, she sought every opportunity to escape, and had to be closely watched for some time. Her uncle carried herself and child to his home, then took them to Austin, where the secession convention was in session. Mrs. John Henry Brown and Mrs. N. C. Raymond interested themselves in her, dressed her neatly, and on one occasion took her into the gal lery of the hall while the convention was in session. They soon realized that she was greatly alarmed by the belief that the assemblage was a council of chiefs, sit ting in judgment on her life. Mrs. Brown beckoned to her husband, Hon. John Henry Brown, who was a member of the convention, who appeared and succeed ed in reassuring her that she was among friends. Gradually her mother tongue came back, and with it occasional incidents of her childhood, including a recognition of the venerable Mr. Anglin, and perhaps one or two others. The civil war coming on soon after, which necessi tated the resumption -of such primitive arts, she learned to spin, weave and to perform the domestic duties. 72 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. She proved quite an adept in such work, and became a very useful member of the household. The ruling passion of her bosom seemed to be the maternal instinct, and she cherished the hope that when the war was concluded she would at last succeed in re claiming her two children who were still with the In dians. But it was written otherwise, and Cynthia Ann and her little ' 'barbarian" were called hence ere "the cruel war was over." She died at her brother's in Anderson county, Texas, in 1864, preceded a short time by her sprightly little daughter, " Prairie Flower." Thus ended the sad story of a woman far famed along the border. ###&#### How fared it with the two young orphans we may only imagine. The lot of these helpless ones is too often one of trials, heart-pangs, and want, even among our enlightened people ; and it would require a painful recital to follow the children of Peta Nocona and Cyn thia Ann Parker from the terrible fight on Pease river, across trackless prairies, and rugged mountain-ways, in the inhospitable month of December, tired, hungry, and carrying a load upon their hearts far heavier than the physical evils which so harshly beset them. Their father was slain, and their mother a captive. Doubt less they were as intent upon her future recovery, dur ing the many years in which they shared the vicissi- STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 73 tudes of their people, until the announcement of her death reached them, as her own family had been for her rescue during her quarter of a century of captivity. One of the little sons of Cynthia Ann died some years after her recapture. The other, now known as Capt. Quanah Parker, born as he says in 1854, is the chief of Comanches, on their reservation in the Indian Terri tory, eencroft LibrgJ Finally, in 1874, the Comanches were forced upon a "reservation," near Fort Sill, to lead the beggarly life of "hooded harlots and blanketed thieves," and it was at this place that the "war-chief" Quanah, learned that it was possible he might secure a photograph of his mother. 1 An advertisement to that effect was inserted in the Fort Worth Gazette, when General Ross at once for warded him a copy. To his untutored mind it seemed that a miracle had been wrought in response to his "paper prayer*" and his exclamations, as he gazed in tently and long upon the faithful representation of "Preloch," or Cynthia Ann, were highly suggestive of Cowper's lines on his mother's picture 5 and we take (1 Mr. A. F. Corning was at Fort Worth in 1862, when Cynthia Ann Parker passed through there. He (Mr. C.) prevailed on her to go with him to a daguerreotype gallery (there were no photographs then) and have her picture taken. Mr. Corning still has this daguerreotype, and says it is an excellent likeness of the woman as she looked then. It is now at the Academy of Art, Waco, and several photographs have been taken from it, one of which was sent to Quanah Parker, and another to the writer, from which the frontispiece to this work was engraved. 74 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER . the liberty of briefly presenting a portion of the same in verse : My mother ! and do my weeping eyes once more Half doubting scan thy cherished features o'er? Yes, 'tis the pictured likeness of my dead mother, How true to life ! It seems to breathe and move ; Fire, love, and sweetness o'er each feature melt ; The face expresses all the spirit felt ; Here, while I gaze within those large, dark eyes, I almost see the living spirit rise ; While lights and shadows, all harmonious, glow, And heavenly radiance settles on that brow. What is the "medicine" I must not know, Which thus can give to death life's bloom and glow. O, could the white man's magic art but give As well the happy power, and bid her live ! My name, me thinks, would be the first to break The seal of silence, on those lips, and wake Once more the smile that charmed her gentle face, As she was wont to fold me in her warm embrace. Yes, it is she, "Preloch," Nocona's pale-faced bride, Who rode, a matchless princess, at his side, 'Neath many a bloody moon afar, O'er tortuous paths devoted alone to war. Long since she's joined him on that blissful shore, Where parting and heart-breakings are no more, And since our star with him went down in gloom, No more to shine above the blighting doom, 'Neath which my people's hopes, alas, are fled, I, too, but long that silent path to tread, A child, to be with her and him again, Healed every wound an orphan's heart can pain ! STOEY OF HER CAPTURE. 75 Quanah Parker is a Nocone, which means wanderer, but on the capture of his mother, Preloch, and death of his father, Quanah was adopted and cared for by the Cohoites, and when just arrived at manhood, was made chief by his benefactors on account of his brav ery. His name before he became a chief was Cepe. He has lived among several tribes of the Comanches. He was at one time with the Cochetaker, or Buffalo Eaters, and was the most influential chief of the Pena- takers. Quanah is at present one of the four chiefs of the Cohoites, who each have as many people as he has. The Cohoite Comanches were never on a reservation until 1874, but are to-day further advanced in civiliza tion than any Indians on the "Comanche reservation." Quanah speaks English, is considerably advanced in civilization, and owns a ranche with considerable live stock and a small farm ; wears a citizen's suit, and con forms to the customs of civilization withal a fine-look ing and dignified son of the plains. In 1-884, Quanah, in company with two other prominent Comanche chiefs, visited Mexico. In reporting their passage through that city, the San Antonio Light thus speaks of them : "They bear relationship to each other of chief and two subor dinates. Quanah Parker is the chief, and as he speaks very good English, they will visit the City of Mexico before they return. They came from Kiowa, Comanche and Wichita Indian Agency, 76 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. and Parker bears a paper from Indian Agent Hunt that he, Park er, is a son of Cynthia Ann Parker, and is one of the most promi nent chiefs of the half-breed Comanche tribe. He is also a suc cessful stock man and farmer. He wears a citizen's suit of black, neatly fitting, regular "tooth-pick" dude shoes, a watch and gold chain and black felt hat. The only peculiar item in his appear ance is his long hair, which he wears in two plaits down his back. His two braves also wear civilization's garb. But wear heavy boots, into which their trousers are thrust in true western fashion. They speak nothing but their native language." In 1885 Quanah Parker visited the World's Fair at New Orleans. The following extract from the Fort Worth Gazette, is a recent incident in his career : "HE BLEW OUT THE GAS" AND ON THAT BREATH THE SOUL OF YELLOW BEAR FLEW TO ITS HAPPY HUNTING GROUNDS. Another Instance in Which the Noble Red Man Suc cumbs to the Influence of Civilization! "A sensation was created on the streets yesterday by the news of a tragedy from asphyxiation at the Pickwick hotel, of which two noted Indians, Quanah Parker and Yellow Bear, were the victims. "The circumstances of the unfortunate affair were very difficult to obtain because of the inability of the STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 77 only two men who were possessed of definite infor mation on the subject to reveal it one on account of death, and the other from unconsciousness. The In dians arrived here yesterday from the Territory, on the Fort Worth & Denver incoming train. They register ed at the Pickwick and were asigned an apartment to gether in the second story of the building. Very little is known of their subsequent movements, but from the best evidence that can be collected it ap pears that Yellow Bear retired alone about 10 o'clock, and that in his utter ignorance of modern appliances, he blew out the gas. Parker, it is believed, did not seek his room until 2 or 3 o'clock in the morn-ing, when, not detecting from some cause the presence of gas in the atmosphere, or not locating its origin in the room, he shut the door and scrambled into bed, unmindful of the deadly forces which were even then operating so disastrously. "The failure of the two Indians to appear at breakfast or dinner caused the hotel clerk to send a man around to awake them. He found the door locked and was unable to get a response from the inmates. The room was then forceably entered, and as the door swung back the rush of the deathly perfume through the aperture told the story. A gastly spectacle met the eyes of the hotel employes. By the bedside in a crouched posi tion, with his face pressed to the floor, was Yellow 78 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. Bear, in the half-nude condition which Indian fashion in night clothes admits. In the opposite corner near the window, which was closed, Parker was stretched at full length upon his back. Yellow Bear was stone dead, while the quick gasps of his companion indicated that he was in but a stone's throw of eternity. The chief was removed to the bed, and through the untiring efforts of Drs. Beall and Moore his life has been saved. "Finding Quanah sufficiently able to converse, the reporter of the Gazette questioned him as to the cause of the unhappy occurrence, and elicited the following facts : " 'I came,' said the chief, 'into the room about mid night, and found Yellow Bear in bed. I lit the gas myself. I smelt no gas when I came into the room. When I went to bed I turned the gas off. I did not blow it out. After a while I smelt the gas, but went to sleep. I woke up and shook Yellow Bear and told him 'I'm mighty sick and hurting all over.' Yellow Bear says, 'I'm mighty sick, too.' I got up, and fell down and all around the room, and that's all I know about it.' " 'Why didn't you open the door?' asked the re porter. " 'I was too crazy to know anything,' replied the chief, * * * * * STORY OF HER CAPTURE. 79 "It is indeed, a source of congratulation that the chief will recover, as otherwise his tribe could not be made to understand the occurrence, and results detri mental to those having interests in the Territory would inevitably follow. ' ' The new town of Quanah, in Hardeman county, Texas, was named in honor of chief Quanah Parker. We will now conclude our little work by appending the following letter, which gives a true pen portrait of the celebrated chief as he appears at his home on the "reservation :" "ANADARKO, I. T., Feb. 4, 1886. "We visited Quanah in his teepe. He is a fine specimen of physical manhood, tall, muscular as straight as an arrow ; gray, look-you-straight-through- the-eyes, very dark skin, perfect teeth, and a heavy, raven-black hair the envy of feminine hearts he wears hanging in two rolls wrapped around with red cloth. His hair is parted in the middle the scalp- lock is a portion of hair the size of a dollar, plaited and tangled, signifying: 'If you want fight you can have it.' "Quanah is how camped with a thousand of his sub jects at the foot of some hills near Anadarko. Their white teepes, and the inmates dressed in their bright blankets and feathers, cattle grazing, children playing, 80 CYNTHIA ANN PARKER. lent a wierd charm to the lonely, desolate hills, lately devastated by prairie fire. "He has three squaws, his favorite being the daugh ter of Yellow Bear, who met his death by asphyxiation at Fort Worth in December last. He said he gave seventeen horses for her. His daughter Cynthia, named for her grandmother, Cynthia Parker, is an in mate of the Indian Agent's house. Quanah was at tired in a full suit of buck-skin tunic, leggins and moccasins elaborately trimmed in beads a red breech- cloth, with ornamental ends hanging down. A very handsome and expensive Mexican blanket was thrown around his body; in his ears were little stuffed birds. His hair done with the feathers of bright plumaged birds. He was handsomer by far than any I ngomar the writer has ever seen but there was no squaw fair enough to personate his Parthenia. His general aspect, manners, bearing, education, natural intelligence, show plainly that white blood trickles through his veins. When traveling he assumes a complete civilian's outfit dude collar, watch and chain takes out his ear-rings he of course cannot cut off his long hair, saying that he could no longer be 4 big chief.' He has a handsome carriage ; drives a pair of matched grays, always traveling with one of his squaws (to do the chores). Minna-a-ton-ccha is with him now. She knows no English, but while her lord is conversing, gazes, dumb with admiration, at 'my lord' ready to obey his slightest wish or command."