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The party next went to the Granger cabin where the body of Carl Granger was discovered and buried near the lake east of the cabin. Their next destination was the Gardner cabin, where six bodies were found-Mr. and Mrs. Gardner, Mrs. Luce, the young son of Mr. Gardner and two Luce children. All of them were interred in a single grave southeast of the house, their casket a covering of prairie hay. Mr. Smith is authority for the statement that none of the bodies discovered at the lakes was scalped, thus refuting numerous accounts to the con- trary.
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THE GARDNER CABIN AND THE MONUMENT ERECTED TO THE PIONEERS OF DICKINSON COUNTY WHO WERE KILLED BY THE INDIANS IN 1857. MRS. ABBIE GARDNER SHARP, STANDING AT GRAVE OF HER PARENTS
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After the work of burying the massacre victims was accomplished, supper was prepared for the men, the meal consisting of potatoes taken from the Gardner cabin and a portion of the supplies brought up from the abandoned wagon. The next question was the return to their starting point, and upon this there arose a difference of opinion. Part of the force was in favor of retracing their steps by the same route as they had come-by Estherville and Emmet County, but others wished to strike directly in a southeasterly direction for the Irish colony. The weather indicated stormy days ahead and the ones in favor of the Estherville route debated that their way was the safest, that there was less chance of the men becoming separated.
THE RETURN
Seeing that no agreement was possible among the men, Captain Johnson ordered the men into line, and told those who favored starting at once across the prairie to step to the front and the others to stand fast. Sixteen men walked forward, including Captain Johnson, Lieu- tenant Maxwell, Burkholder. Seven remained standing: O. C. Howe, R. U. Wheelock, B. F. Parmenter, William R. Wilson, Joseph M. Thatcher, Asa Burtch and R. A. Smith.
Those left at the lakes immediately returned to the abandoned wagon and laid in another stock of provisions, about four days' supply. They were overtaken by the storm before reaching their camp again, but managed to arrive safely and quarter themselves in the cabin. Fuel was laid in in sufficient quantity to withstand the siege by the elements and in all they made themselves very comfortable, a far better fate than that which overtook the other portion of the command that had left, which is described later.
Monday morning came. The storm had ceased and the party soon started for home. They reached the Des Moines River without difficulty, the hard snow crust and frozen ground providing good walking, and there met Jareb Palmer at the Granger place. After a day's rest they started down the river, employing the team which had been left there previously to carry the baggage. After undergoing many difficulties and severe exposure the men arrived at Fort Dodge.
LIEUTENANT MAXWELL'S ACCOUNT
Following is a portion of the official account of the expedition, .written by Lieutenant Maxwell:
"We left Fort Dodge March 24th, but owing to our commissary being hindered in procuring transportation, we were obliged to camp
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at Badger Creek, not more than four or five miles north. We now began to realize that we were soldiers. Cold, wet and hungry, we built up large campfires, provided a hasty meal, dried our clothes as well as we could, and without tents lay down and slept soundly.
"On the morning of the 25th we resumed our march, crossing the east branch of the Des Moines without difficulty, and camped at Dakota City. The 26th the road became more and more difficult. In some places the snow was so deep that it was necessary to break our road before teams could pass through. In other places it had drifted in the ravines to the depth of eight or ten feet. The only way to proceed was to wade through, stack arms, return and unhitch the teams, attach ropes to them and draw them through; then perform a similar operation with the wagons. This performance took place every mile or two, and by such progress we were two days in reaching McKnight's Point on the east bank of the west branch of the Des Moines River, twelve miles from Dakota City. On the 27th we camped at McKnight's Point.
"On the night of the 26th the command camped out on the prairie, but a detail under Captain Duncombe had gone ahead to look out the road to the Point. Duncombe had been ill during the day, and he became so exhausted that he had to be carried into camp, running a very close risk of losing his life.
"Resuming our march on the 28th, we camped that night at Ship- pey's, on Cylinder Creek. Sunday, the 29th, we reached the Irish colony, Emmet County, and were all cared for by the inhabitants who had assem- bled for protection in case of an attack, but were greatly relieved when we came in sight. The morning of the 30th found the command greatly refreshed, having butchered a cow that had been wintered on prairie hay. The beef was not exactly porterhouse steak, but it was food for hungry men. We left our teams, which were nearly exhausted, and impressed fresh ones. We camped that night near Big Island Grove. At this place the Indians had kept a lookout in a big cedar tree that grew on an island in the middle of the lake, and their campfires were still burning. A platform had been built in this tree, forty feet from the ground, from which one could easily see twenty miles. The place had probably been deserted several days, but the fire was still burning. One Indian doubtless kept watch here alone, leaving in a northwesterly direction when he abandoned the place.
"The morning of the 31st the command moved out early. Ten men were sent forward as scouts. When about eight miles out we met the Springfield refugees, the Churches, Thomases, Carver and others. We went into camp and our surgeon dressed the wounds of the fleeing party. On the morning of April 1st Major Williams sent an escort with the Springfield people back to the Irish colony, and proceeded northwest,
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with an advance guard ahead. We camped that night at Granger's Point, near the' Minnesota line. Here we learned that the United States troops from Fort Ridgley were camped at the head of Spirit Lake and that the Indians had fled to Owl Lake, some eighteen miles away. As we were on foot and the Indians supposed to be mounted, there would not be any chance of overtaking them.
"A council was held and it was decided to return the main part of the command to the Irish colony and wait for the rest to come in. Twenty-six men were selected, including those having friends at the lake, to cross the river, proceed to that point to bury the dead, recon- noiter, and see if there were any who had escaped the Indians. I was one of the party. On the morning of the second of April, under Captain J. C. Johnson, we crossed the Des Moines River and took a south and west direction. The traveling was much better than it had been since we left Fort Dodge. It was warm and clear. About two o'clock we struck East Okoboji Lake on the sotuheast shore. The first cabin we came to was that of Mr. Thatcher. Here we found the yard and prairie covered with feathers. Two dead men were lying at the rear of the house, both bodies being numerously shot in the breast. They evidently had been unarmed and everything indicated that they had been surprised. The rest of the family had been killed in the house or taken prisoners, and everything indicated that there had been no defense. From here we went to Mr. Howe's, where we found seven dead bodies. There were one old and one middle aged woman, one man and four children-all brutally murdered.' It seemed that the man had been killed by placing the muzzle of a gun against his nose and blowing his head to pieces. The other adults had been simply shot. The children had been knocked in the head.
"We divided into parties to bury the dead, camping for the night near the residence of the Howe family. Old Mr. Howe was found on the third of April, some distance from the house on the ice, shot through the head. We buried him on a bluff southwest of the place, some eighty rods from the house. The next place was Mr. Mattock's. Here we found - eleven dead bodies and buried them all in one grave, men, women and children. The ground was frozen and we could only make a grave about eighteen inches deep. It was a ghastly sight. The adults had been shot, but the childrens' brains had been knocked out, apparently by striking them across the foreheads with heavy clubs or sticks of wood. The brains of one boy about ten years of age, had been completely let out of his head, and lay upon the ground. Every one else shrank from touching them. I was in command and feeling that I would not ask another to do a thing from which myself revolted, I gathered up the poor scattered fragments upon the spade and placed them all together
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in the grave. About forty head of cattle had been shot at this place, the carcasses split open on the backs and the tenderloins removed-all that the Indians cared to carry off. The house had been burned with one one dead body in it at the time. At this place it seems to me that the only man who fought the Indians was Doctor Harriott, who had formerly lived at Waterloo. He made heroic defense, probably killing or wounding two or three Indians. He was falling back toward Granger's, evidently defending the women and children, when he was finally shot himself. He still grasped his Sharp's rifle, which was empty and broken off at the breech, showing that he had fallen in a hand to hand fight. I have little idea that any other man about the lakes fired a gun at the Indians. It was simply a surprise and a butchery.
"From here we went to Granger's and found the dead body of one of the brothers of that name. He had been first shot and his head had been split open with a broad axe. He and his brother had kept a small store and the Indians had taken everything away excepting some dozen bottles of strychnine. We buried him near his own house. The next house was Gardner's. Here were the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Gardner, one grown up daughter, and two small children in the yard and a baby in the house. We buried the family all in one grave about two rods from the house. Tired and hungry we went into camp in a small grove at the rear of the house, with nothing to eat but potatoes.
"Some of the party had visited the lake in the fall and had seen Mr. Gardner bury two bushels of potatoes in a box under his stove. These we found and roasted in the campfire. They lasted two days. On the morning of the ,4th, we completed our sad task, and without any food, turned our faces homeward, taking a southeast course, hop- ing to reach the Irish colony the same day. In the forenoon it was quite warm, melting the snow, and consequently traveling was very difficult. We were obliged to wade sloughs waist deep or go miles around and run the risk of losing the course. We were wet to the shoulders and while in this fearful condition the wind changed. About four o'clock a blizzard was upon us. In a short time our clothes were frozen stiff. Many of us cut holes in our boots to let the water out and several pulled their boots off and were unable to get them on again. Up to this time the detachment had kept together. About sun- down we came to a township corner placed there the year before. Laugh- lin and I wanted to be governed by the pit. While we were talking, part of the detachment came up and passed us some distance to the right. Those who happened to be with Laughlin and me stopped on a piece of dry ground close to township corner, determined to remain near it all night, lest in the night we should lose our course as shown by the corner.
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We marched back and forth all night long. When a comrade would fall others would help him to his feet, encourage and force him to keep moving as the only hope, for no living being could survive an hour in such a storm without hard exercise. Captain Johnson's party, led by a trapper, became a little separated from us by a slough, where they found a dry place and commenced pacing back and forth as we were doing. They were within speaking distance of us. They stayed there all night, but in the morning took a southeast direction, while we went east. They seemed to have perfect confidence in the old trapper's knowl- edge of the country.
"During the night some of our men begged to lie down, claiming that it was useless to try to keep up any longer as the ice on their clothes gave them fearful annoyance. But the more hopeful would not consent to anyone giving up. In this distressed condition we traveled up and down that path all night.
"One man by the name of Henry Carse from Princeton, Illinois, had taken his boots off in the evening and wrapped his feet in pieces of blankets. He succeeded in getting along as well as the rest during the night, but in the morning when we went on the ice to break a road, his feet got wet and the wraps wore out. I stayed with him until within three or four miles of the Des Moines River, when I became satisfied that he could not get there, as his mind had failed. Every time I would bring him up he would turn away in any direction. Finally, Henry Dalley came along and succeeded in getting him to the river. The river was about three miles from the Irish colony. We had no matches, but some of the party knew how to strike a fire by saturating a damp wad with powder and shooting it into the weeds. In this way we succeeded in striking a fire. Henry Carse was now unconscious and the blood was running from his mouth. We cut the rags from his feet and the skin came off the soles of his feet with the rags.
"As soon as the fire was well going Laughlin and I, being the least frozen, determined to try and cross the river and reach the settlement for help. We walked to the middle of the river, laid poles over the weak ice and crawled over. We reached the Irish colony and sent back help to the rest of the party. I went to sleep soon after entering a warm room and did not awaken until the next day, when I took some nourish- ment and started on to overtake the command under Major Williams which had been detained on Cylinder Creek. In the morning C. C. Car- penter tried to get a guide to go and help search for Johnson and his friend Burkholder, but failed. As we left the colony I looked back and saw Carpenter going down the river to see if they had struck the river below. At Cylinder Creek the party broke up into squads, each reaching his home the best he could, and all of us more or less demoralized.
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Laughlin and I came by the way of Fort Dodge, while Frank Mason and some of the others came across north of here. Most of us had our ears and feet frozen, but we only lamented the loss of the slain settlers, and our comrades Johnson and Burkholder, whose precious lives had been given for the relief of the helpless, But it was always a wonder to me that we did not leave the bones of more of our comrades to bleach with these on those wild and trackless prairies."
GOV. C. C. CARPENTER'S ACCOUNT
"The third day after commencing our return march, we left Medium Lake, in a hazy, cloudy atmosphere, and a drizzling rain. By the time we had reached Cylinder Creek, beneath the descending rain overhead and the melting snow beneath our feet, the prairies were a flood of water. On arriving at Cylinder Creek we found the channel not only full, but the water covering the entire bottom bordering the creek to a depth of from three to four feet. When we found that it would be impossible to cross at a point where the road intersected the creek, we resolved to send a party up the stream to see if a better crossing could not be found. But in less time than I have occupied in telling this story the wind began blowing from the north, the rain turned to snow and every thread of clothing on the entire command was saturated with water and our clothing began to freeze to our limbs. I had not given up the hope of either crossing the stream or finding a more comfortable place to camp, and await the result of the now freezing and blinding storm. So with one or two others I followed down the creek a mile or more, until we came to the bluffs overlooking the bottoms bordering the Des Moines. I had hopes we might discover some elevated ridge through the bottom, over which we could pass and reach the timber that fringed the river. But on reaching the bluffs, and looking out over the bottom which fell back from the river from one to two miles on either side to their base, it was a wide waste of water. So we concluded our only hope was to remain right where we were until the storm abated.
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"On getting back to the road we found our comrades improvising a cover by taking the wagon sheet and one or two tents which we had along, and stretching them over the wagon wheels and staking them down as best they could to the frozen ground, leaving a small opening on the south side for a doorway. This done, we moved the animals to the south side of our tent, on ground sloping to the south, in order to afford them all the protection possible. Then we put all our blankets together, made a common bed upon the ground, and all crawled into it without removing our clothes, every thread of which was wet, and most of which was frozen as stiff as boards. There we lay through that long
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Saturday night. The air outside was full of fine snow. At different times during the night three or four of us crept out of our nests and went around our tents, banking it with snow on the north, east and west sides. And when the fierce winds would blow the banking away so as to open a new air hole we would repeat the operation. To add to the horrors of the situation during this more than thirty-six hours of absolute imprison- ment, we were without food.
"By daylight, on Monday morning, we were on the move, and to our joy found the ice, which had formed on Cylinder Creek the day before, would bear us up. The severity of the weather cannot be better attested than by stating the fact that all of the men, our wagon, loaded with the little baggage of the camp, and the few horses belonging to the command, were crossed upon this bridge of ice with perfect ease and safety. Since that experience upon Cylinder Creek I have marched with armies engaged in actual war. During three and a half years' service, the army with which I was connected marched from Cairo to Chattanooga, from Chattanooga to Atlanta, and from Atlanta to the sea, from the sea through the Caro- linas to Richmond. These campaigns were made under southern suns and in the cold rains and not infrequent snow storms of southern winters. They were sometimes continued without intermission three or four days and nights in succession with only an occasional halt to give weary, foot- sore soldiers a chance to boil a cup of coffee. But I never in those weary years experienced a conflict with the elements that could be compared with the two nights and one day on the bank of Cylinder Creek.
"After crossing the creek on Monday morning we went to the Shippey house, some two miles south, where we cooked our breakfast. From this time forward no order of march was observed, but each man found his way home to suit himself. I followed down the river, in company with several comrades, to McKnight's Point, where we got our dinner. After dinner Lieutenant Stratton, Smith E. Stevens and myself determined we would go to Dakota, in Humboldt County, that afternoon and evening, and accordingly we started. We had gone but a short distance when George W. Brizee came on after us. We tried as delicately as possible to dissuade him from attempting to go farther that evening. But go he would, so we pushed on. Night found us on the wide prairie some eight or ten miles southeast of McKnight's Point and at least eight miles from Dakota.
"It became very dark, so that it was difficult to follow the track. Soon Brizee began to complain, declaring he could go no farther and would have to take his chances on the prairie. As I had been over the road several times, Stratton and Stevens suggested that they would depend upon me to guide them through; so I kept ahead, looking and feeling out the path. I could hear them encouraging Brizee, while he persistently declared his inability to go any further. Stevens finally took his blanket
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and carried it for him, and soon after Stratton was carrying his gun. I now told them that Henry Cramer and Judge Hutchinson lived about a mile south of our road, and some three miles west of Dakota, and that we would go in there and spend the night. Brizee thought he could pull through that far. At last I thought we had arrived at a point nearly opposite of Cramer's and we left the road and struck across the prairie. We had scarcely started before Brizee began to aver that we were fost; that I, like a fool, was leading them a wild goose chase, and that we would all have to lie upon the prairie. I kept on, however, fixing my course as well as possible, and shouting back to 'come on, that we were all right.' Finally we were greeted by the barking of a dog, and in a few minutes were in Mr. Cramer's house. After Cramer and his wife had gotten out of bed and made us a bunk on the floor, and Cramer had pulled off Brizee's boots, Brizee began to repeat in various forms the adventures of the evening, emphasizing the persistency and pluck it had required in us to pull through; and the hearty manner in which he commended my skill as a guide, over a trackless prairie, was hardly consistent with the upbraid- ing whilst we were plodding along in the darkness. The next morning Mrs. Cramer prepared the best breakfast I ever ate. My mouth waters today in memory of the biscuits which were piled up on that breakfast table. I have often thought since that there could have been but little for the family dinner. That evening found us in Fort Dodge and our connection with the expedition had ended.
"I have frequently thought in later years of the good discipline pre- served in a command where there was absolutely no legal power to enforce authority. The fact is really the highest compliment that could be paid the officers. Had they not possessed the characteristics which secured and maintained the respect of these men no shadow of discipline could have been enforced. On the contrary, during those trying days, on the march and in the bivouac, there was complete order. Of the three cap- tains, two are living-Messrs. Richards and Duncombe. Their subse- quent careers in civil life have been but a fulfillment of the prophecy of the men who followed them through the snow banks of northwestern lowa in 1857."
FROM W. K. LAUGHLIN'S ACCOUNT
The following is the account of the second division of the expedition at Mud Creek on its return. "About noon we came to a large stream and had to follow up and down for some time before finding a crossing. Two of our men, Robert McCormick and Owen Spencer, went far above and crossed and separated from us but finally succeeded in getting through to the colony in safety. : . . Late in the afternoon we came to some small lakes with some scattering trees upon the opposite side. By this
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time the wind changed suddenly and it began to grow colder. The lake was apparently between us and the course we ought to take and we followed close around the shore. Off to the west side lay a large marsh covered with tall grass. Those in advance passed between marsh and lake and succeeded in getting around, when we discovered that Cap- tain Johnson, Burkholder, Addington, George Smith and one other (Jonas Murray), five in all, had dropped off in our rear and were going around the marsh. We expected they would return to us when they got around, but as it was growing dark and we could still see them on high ground beyond, we thought best to try to go to them, as Major Williams' parting advice was, 'stick together boys,' but they soon passed out of our sight into the darkness. We then retraced our steps, passed the south end of the lake, and traveled directly east. . . . We traveled until about nine o'clock, when we halted, finding that we were making but little headway, having to meander ponds and wade streams that were fast freezing, and decided to go no farther until morning. Soon the most of us were tumbled down in a promiscuous heap, lying close together to keep one another warm, on the naked, burned prairie. Our pants were a sheet of ice. Some had blankets, but many only their wet clothes.
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