JOSIAH
JOHNSON FAMILY.
[From notes made by R. K. Wortman of a
story compiled and written by Edna L. Johnson in American Frontier.]
The subtitle is “Notes about the Johnson
Family during the early days of Kansas.”
Kay had three footnote notations in his
narration of Edna L. Johnson’s story.
1) Edna L. Johnson commented that the
story told to her by her Aunt, Caroline James, in November 28, 1938, agreed
with the same account that she gave years before concerning her visit to the
Osage Agency
2) Edna L. Johnson stated that she
interviewed Sadie Ketcham January 13, 1937, and obtained the story of her visit
to the Osage Agency when she was a child.
3) At the very end of Kay’s retelling of
story, he had a footnote stating that in 1969 this antelope head was donated to
the Long Historical Museum of Claremore, Oklahoma, which is, doubtless, the
largest historical museum in the state.
“Encouraged by the provisions of the
Homestead Law of 1863, which in substance, gave a title from the United States
to settlers who would live on one hundred sixty acres of land for five years,
and the modification at the close of the Civil War, which allowed the time of
military service to be deducted from the five year requirement, a great
ex-soldier immigration, as well as home seekers from the East, the North and
the South of the United States, poured into Kansas.
“After a few years, when settlers had
‘proved up’ on their claims, many of them were anxious to sell their land and
try their fortunes elsewhere. Kansas farms were advertised in eastern
newspapers and land agents scattered broadcast information about the
exceptional advantages which Kansas offered, and quoted prices very low for
improved land.
“In 1884, when Kansas was about ready to
celebrate her quarter-centennial, Josiah Johnson decided to leave his Illinois
farm and ‘go west’ where he could buy cheap land in Kansas like his grandfather
had done in 1816 when he left Kentucky and bought land in Illinois; however,
when he with his bride arrived in the new territory, the lady viewed the wild,
uninhabited area and refused to alight from the wagon. Consequently they
returned to Kentucky where they remained until 1817 when many settlers and
improvements made Illinois appear more homelike.
“I, a daughter of Josiah Johnson, have in
my possession two warranty deeds which show that my father purchased three
hundred twenty acres of land from two settlers, Henry Floyd and Joel Waggoner,
for the sum of thirteen dollars per acre. Instead of a modern abstract, along
with the deeds are the certificates issued by the United States Government and
signed by President U. S. Grant. The land, located two miles east of Maple
City, in Cowley County, was my early home. The improvements included a
five-room house, a large barn, orchards of apples and peaches, prime for fruit
bearing, and a variety of berries. It was said that the house had been the only
available building for the earlier day Sunday school. (I was told of the
improvements by my mother, December 25, 1936.)
“Mother said it was several months after
we had arrived in Kansas before we saw any Indians. We had heard that they were
peaceful and sought the white man only to beg for food, but we had also heard
that they gloried in carrying away white children, that they committed thievery
and were treacherous if they became offended.
“There was a mound of stone in our
pasture that marked the grave of Henry Floyd, former owner of that farm. This
man and a party of friends had gone into the Indian Territory to hunt for game.
His friends left him at their camp fire with their provisions, his horses and
wagon. When they returned with their game they found him murdered. His head,
wagon and team could never be found. It was believed that Indians had committed
the crime. (The story of Floyd’s death was told to mother by Mrs. Ramsey, her
nearest neighbor in 1884.)
“The first Indians that came to our door
seemed to frighten none of us except my aunt. She had visions of their carrying
away the baby of our home, and to make sure that this would not happen, she
with the baby, ran out of the house by way of the back door, through the
orchard and into a corn field, and there hid the baby in the tall, green corn.
“According to the History of Kansas by
Noble L. Prentis, as of that time when my aunt used green corn instead of a
block-house as protection from the Indians, the year of 1884 was outstanding as
an abundant yield of corn in Kansas. Some twenty-five thousand bushels were
sent to flood suffers in the Ohio valley.
“The first covered wagon that I can
remember was not that of a pioneer moving westward, but of a covered wagon
filled with Indians who stopped at our house to barter and to beg. One big
brave offered us sand plums for potatoes. The plums were carried in the horses’
feed boxes which were attached to the back of the wagon bed. As Mother looked
at the plums, I got a peep into the covered wagon, but all I could see was
Indian children. After the plums were exchanged for potatoes, this same Indian
began to beg for meat (hoggie meat, he said). Mother was afraid to refuse
because we two were alone; so she gave him a side of bacon. He took the bacon
and said, “Now give my father some. She got long family, no meat.” My father arrived home just in time to get
rid of the visitors in a peaceful manner; but the Kaw Indians came as beggars
on many other occasions.
“During the early eighties, false hair in
the form of curls attached to a woven base, to be worn on the top of the head
and extending well over the forehead, was a style for ladies’ hairdressing. My
aunt, who took pride in adopting the style, had neatly arranged the curls with
water and a brush and placed them near the heating stove to dry, when in came
two blanketed Indians to “warm by white man’s fire.” They soon forgot the cold
and became intensely interested in the false hair. Much serious conversation
took place between them, and finally their curiosity was so aroused that they
carefully inspected the piece. To their great surprise they saw the woven base
and had a hearty laugh. Evidently they had supposed it to be a human scalp.
“My Aunt Caroline said, “In 1887 the
Osage Agency, now Pawhuska, was a trading post and also the United States pay
office for annuities to the members of the Osage Indian tribe. The merchant
(trader he was called), at that time was Mr. George Hartley. He and his wife,
who were former Illinois friends, invited me to visit in their home during
‘payment’ of the Osages. I was anxious to go, and persuaded my girl friend,
Miss Wilson, to go with me. We were fortunate in getting transportation with
Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, who were our neighbors and interesting company. Mrs.
Simpson was one-eighth Osage. She and her husband, a white man, had come from
Kentucky to make their home on her government allotment of Osage land near the
southern boundary of Kansas. She was a refined, well-educated lady. She had
taught school in St. Louis where many of her French relatives lived. Her French
overshadowed her Indian characteristics, but she often said that her
disposition revealed the Indian trait that she “could be ruled only by love”.
“Mr. Simpson drove the ponies hitched to
a spring wagon. Although we were a jolly party, the journey seemed endless. If
the whip was threatened to speed up the team, Mrs. Simpson would say, “Why,
Jim, have you no mercy on the poor ponies? There’s no need to hurry.” So we
continued the tiresome jog all the way.
“The Hartley store supplied Indians with
everything from ‘cook-stoves to coffins’. Prices were extremely high; Flour
sold for eight dollars a sack; pumpkins at fifty cents a can, and beef at two
dollars a pound. Hotels charged six dollars a day.
“The United States government payments
were issued in the form of checks, which Mr. Hartley was always prepared to
cash. In order to do this for the Indians, he, with four assistants had to
bring the money from a bank in Arkansas City, a rather dangerous trip, which
was made by going one road and returning by another. Of course, cashing checks
meant that Indian bills would be paid at the store. At this time one Osage
Indian refused to cash his check. The trader, feeling himself insulted, felled
the Indian, beat him up, got himself into trouble with the United States
authorities, and had to pay dearly for his rashness.
“To insure order, the government troops,
under the command of General Miles, were very much in evidence. Their forty
tents on the hill looked like shelter for a lot of soldiers. They marched
while their band played; they danced at the town hall; they attended the Indian
weddings, and in general, were vary agreeable.
“I, too, attended an Indian wedding. The
Indian man sat in his tent with two cups of corn meal, one white and the other
yellow, before him. The Indian maiden, dressed in finery, decorated with
numerous strands of beads, was placed upon a pony which ran at full speed past
the man’s tent. The man reached out and caught her from the horse as it passed
his tent. Then the two sat down by the meal and mixed the two colors together.
This completed the ceremony which bound them in matrimony until the mixture
could be separated.
“At the Indian school, children were
taught to be home-makers as well as given regular textbook instruction. During
my visit in a classroom, I felt something constantly pressing against my back.
On looking around, I saw a little Indian girl’s hand slyly feeling my blue
velvet dress.
“There was a funeral, too, on that same
day. This is what happened: A wagon came to the cemetery, unloaded a coffin
near the place of burial, and a white man began to dig a grave, while Indians
sat upon the coffin, smoking, laughing and visiting. After a long time the
grave was finished and the coffin was lowered and covered. Then the friends
began to mourn. Their weird cry lasted for about an hour, and then they drove
away.
“On another day I saw a spring-wagon pass
with someone wrapped in a new, red blanket, sitting in the back seat. My
friends said: “That is an Indian man driving and his wife’s body is placed in
the back seat. She died last night and he is going to set her upright on yonder
hill and pile rocks around her, along with a dog and meal. The dog is to watch
over her and the meal is for food.” The next day, on a vacant lot there was a
kettle boiling and a number of Indians dancing, the men in one ring and the
women in another. Apart sat the man whose wife was placed on the hill. He was
fasting and mourning the allotted time, but his friends danced to ameliorate
his suffering. Some of them offered to share his lot and thus shorten his time.
That was their way of showing sympathy.
“Indian women left their little babies,
fastened to planks, stood up against a fence, in the hot sun, while they made
long waits in the office to get their pay checks. I felt sorry for the babies,
but they never uttered a cry. When, at last, two mothers returned, they threw their
babies into the bed of a spring-wagon, still fastened to their planks, while
they, themselves, occupied the wagon seat, and drove away.
“During ‘payment’ a whisky salesman, not
allowed to sell intoxicating liquor to Indians, made his sales secretly from a
boat anchored on Bird Creek. Mrs. Simpson’s brother, a U. S. Marshal at the
agency, received a report that Indians were getting whisky, and proceeded to
investigate. He had a fine saddle, rode a beautiful horse, and wore a large
star signifying his position. It was evident that he found the guilty salesman,
for he, himself, was a very sick man the next morning, due to the effect of
‘fire water’.
“The water in Bird Creek was high with
drift afloat. A small mill on the bank was surrounded and the water had entered
the lower story, while the miller’s son was on the roof with no means of
escape. It was thought that the building would soon, yet no one felt brave
enough to offer assistance to the boy. The one who came to his rescue was a
young Indian boy in his boat. Amid the discouragement of his friends, he passed
his boat through the drift and carefully guided its course to the boy on the
mill roof. He was cheered and praised for his bravery by the crowd which had
gathered and witnessed the noble deed.
“My girl friend and I stayed a week at
the Agency, spending some time in making new dresses for Mrs. Hartley. Our
return trip was made in a buck-board. Our driver was one of the employees of
the Hartley store. That vehicle had buggy wheels and only the floor of a buggy
bed. One seat was fastened to the floor about half-way between the axles; no
springs except what was given by the distance between the axles; there was no
cover to protect us from the sun. We came through the Osage country which had
been fenced into pastures of several thousand acres. There was no road, just
the general direction toward Arkansas City afforded a guide. When the cattle
saw the team they rushed toward it from all directions. Some bawled and crowded
so close the we girls were frightened. I’m sure that the driver, too, had some
fears, but he calmed us with the assurance that there was no danger unless the
cattle turned the buck-board over. We could hardly hear each others voices
because of the noisy crashing together of those long horns. Some of the cattle
had horns a yard long. The horses were whipped to their greatest speed and
somehow the cattle parted enough to let the buck-board through. Cattle
continued to follow us during the remainder of the time that we were in the
pasture; they followed right up to the
gate, and after we had passed through the gate, the herd traveled up and down
along the fences, bawling. One reason they were so exceptionally excited was
because, only a few days before, a wagon loaded with merchandise for the store
at the Agency, had started through the pasture, but was destroyed. The wagon’s
slow progress offered the right opportunity for these cattle to do their worst
harm, and this they did. They surrounded the team, wag, and driver, horned the
horses to death, tore the wagon to pieces and killed the driver.” [Footnote
Notation #1 Placed Here.]
“One of my earliest recollections is the
weekly visits of Sadie Ketcham to our home. She taught my sister music, but
rather her sweet disposition and refined manners, than her music made the
lasting impression. Recently, at her home in Arkansas City, she told me some
things of her parents and their early days in Kansas. Her parents had grown to
adulthood and received their education on Long Island, New York. First, they
migrated to Illinois, where her father taught school for several years, then,
in 1874, the came to Kansas and entered government land. They built on it a
claim shanty twelve by fourteen feet, as regulated by law, and was located
one-half mile east of Maple City, Kansas.
“She said that, on the day following
their arrival, Kaw Indians surprised a party of local men returning from an
unsuccessful hunt for buffalo, and killed two of them. Those Indians fled with
the body of Mr. Hildreth and his team after they cut the harness tugs and
released the wagon. No trace of them could be found. Hildreth’s brother-in-law
was the other slain man, whose body was found near the wagon. Mrs. Hildreth,
widow of the slain man, was the first caller at the new claim shanty and told
her sad story. Miss Ketcham said “I remember her well. She was a young woman,
dressed in black calico.”
“Changing the subject, she said, “Very
soon after our arrival, Father was sitting by the east side of our shanty to be
shaded from the sun, when he was suddenly greeted by a number of young men.
(There seemed to be only young men. I can remember no old men in that early
day.) They came to ask him to organize a
Sunday school. Father argued that there was no place in which to hold the
school, and that there were no supplies. The men insisted, saying that they,
each, had a bible and that Floyd’s house could be used as a place of meeting.
The Sunday school was started and grew to be a very popular place. People came
from Vinson, Cameroon, Silverdale and Dexter.
“A subscription school, instead of a
public school, was being held for children, but before long, a school district
was formed and a schoolhouse built. Father was the first teacher. The building
became the center of social and religious meetings for many years. People had
to make their own entertainment in those days, as the spelling-school,
singing-school, lyceum and exhibitions were all well attended.
“Father was elected Justice of the Peace
and was often called upon to perform marriages. He believed that the ceremony
should be given a religious meaning as well as a legal one, so he included some
passages from the Bible, while all present knelt, he offered prayer.
“One young man walked to and from
Winfield for his marriage license, and met his girl friend at our shanty to be
married. Father gave special care to the choice of his words, making the affair
as impressive as he could. After the ceremony the two walked away to their new
home, which was several miles distant. The moonlight furnished the only bit of
beauty. That was a lovely night! There
happened to be in our house on that night, a young man who gave the particulars
of that wedding, not to a local newspaper editor, but the editor of the lyceum
paper, who read the account to all the community at the next meeting of the
lyceum.
“My oldest brother drove oxen when he
broke the prairie sod. Dandy and Dick were their names. They were young and he
learned to manage them easily, except when they took a notion to drink water.
When thirsty they just started for water, regardless of driver, plow or
distance. They were so useful to plow that they were often used to cultivate
corn, because they had learned to stay well between the row.
“Big Black Joe was the chief of a band of
Osages. He made several raids on other communities, and was often reported to
be coming our way. Fortunately he never did, but those reports threw fear among
us many times. He was so dreaded that some influential persons succeeded in
getting him sent to an Indian school. When he returned he said that it took him
years to learn how to behave, but he could go back to his old ways in only a
few minutes.” [Footnote Notation #2 placed here.]
“My father thought it great sport to take
a party of friends for a week’s hunting in the Osage Territory. There they
found deer, antelope, coyotes, wild cats and wild turkeys. They were never
discouraged by Indians. Even after the large pastures were fenced, it was
discovered that eight antelopes had been enclosed. By an agreement with the
ranchers the eight swift-running animals were not to be shot, but left for
hounds to chase. By some mistake, two of them were killed by cowboys; after a
severe blizzard, three were found frozen to death, but three remained for two
years to furnish many hunting trips and hard work for the greyhounds. In 1889,
the only remaining one was caught by my father’s hound, and its mounted head
still has a fixed place in our house.
“Daily it gives mute evidence of the last
survivor of its kind in the Osage Country, passing with the closing of the
frontier in 1890.” [Footnote Notation #3 placed here.]