Nathan J. McElroy taken by the Indians — 1869
NOTE: This attack may not have taken place in Lamar County, as evidenced by other accounts that follow. Nevertheless, it is an interesting story and Nathan J. McElroy was born in Lamar County.
Indian Pioneer History Project for Oklahoma
Mr. McElroy volunteered the following account of his life and experiences.
I was born March 5th, 1858, near the present town of Paris in Lamar County, Texas. It was then called Pin-hook.
My father was John Robert McElroy, a pioneer to Texas from Alabama, and my mother was Narcissus Webb McElroy, who was a native of Missouri. Our family lived on a farm and also raised stock.
On Sunday afternoon of June 7th 1869, I, with a group of other children, went down on the creek to hunt berries and toward evening we started to return home. I told them that I would go over toward a little mountain and drive the horses home, as that was my task. My cousin, Robert Lackey, age nineteen, walked on with my sister, Ellen, age thirteen, my brother William Dorie, age seven, and the other children.
When I came near the horses at the foot of the little mountain, my dog began to bark and I soon discovered a number of Indians were there and they had the horses tied. I ran back as fast as I could go and the Indians were after me. My cousin saw what was happening and he grabbed my little brother, Dorie, or "Skinnie" as we called him and all started running for the house. They simply ran us down and overtook us. They killed my cousin Robert. Then they tied me on a horse and taking my sister, Ellen, and little brother, "Skinnie", each on a horse with an Indian, they sat out, we were to learn, for the Indian Territory.
They were a band of Comanches on a horse stealing raid
and we traveled two days and nights without stopping, only for a short
halt. At·last after this long journey, we crossed the North Fork
of Red River and came to the mouth of a great canyon which is now called
Devil's Canyon in Kiowa County, Oklahoma. Here a great band of Comanche
Indians were camped and in the valley to the north of the mountains,
which are the Wichitas. The Wichitas and Caddos had a great encampment.
There were more than a thousand I am sure. They were grouped a little
to the east. The Kiowa Indians lived northwest, which is now in the
vicinity of Lake Altus and Lakeside Park. These were all great bands
This band of young warriors took me through what is now the Panhandle of Texas, New Mexico, Utah, Idaho, Montana, Colorado, Nebraska, and Kansas. I remember seeing the towns of Fort Sumner, New Mexico and Ogolallah, Nebr. The band of warriors gathered about two hundred horses. When we came back the tribe was at Fort Cobb, Oklahoma, then Indian Territory. My brother and sister were all right and I was glad to see them, but had enjoyed my trip as the Indians were good to me. It is true we had nothing to eat but meat and some wild fruits which we found on the way, but the Indians killed plenty of deer, antelope and buffalo. They cooked the meat over a fire sometimes on a green stick sharpened into a fork and sometimes when we camped long enough they would dig a hole in the ground and pack it hard, then they would build a fire in it and make it hot burning coals and hot ashes. This they would drag out of the hole and place the fresh meat in it and cover the meat with leaves or straw and place the hot dirt over it and cover it all with the fire and leave it until it was thoroughly cooked.
I was owned by and Indian named Pascidia. He was about forty years old and as I had been raised to ride a horse and live much in the open, the Indian life was not hard for me and I was like all boys, so I soon learned to talk to them and enjoyed their rambling. They seemed to like me.
Indian bucks never work, so Pascidia had his own daughter, Vemne, (which means Clear Water in Comanche) and the daughter of Black-horse to wait upon me. I can't remember Black-horse's girl's name. I liked both of the girls and knew them for many years. Black-horse's girl died about two years ago.
My brother and sister were not so happy. They lived in the Indian camp with the squaws and papooses and helped them get wood and water as well as assist with the other camp duties. The squaws and children waited upon the bucks, who only killed the meat, while the squaws skinned the animal, cut it up and carried it into camp.
This was hard work for my sister, and little brother and
of course they grieved for home.
Father sold his farm and stock in Texas and brought $1950.00 to the Indian Territory and through Dutch Bill and his wife and Pottawatomie Joe we were bought from the Comanches by the Cheyennes and returned to our parents in November of 1869. We were with the Indians more than five months.
My brother was owned by Eacanta. I cannot recall the name of the Indian who owned my sister.
We went back to Texas with our parents but in later years,
after I was a grown man, I was quite friendly with many of these Indians.
On October 7, 1886, she and I settled on our claim in old Greer County, which is yet our home and is located only two and one half miles southeast of the Old Chisholm Trail Crossing on the North Fork of Red River and about eight miles from Devil's Canyon, where the Comanches were camped when they captured my sister, Ellen, brother, Dorie, and myself sixty-eight years ago last June.
My wife and I with our family have lived on this farm fifty yeara. In that time we have lived under the Government of Texas, Indian Territory, and the state of Oklahoma. Greer County and Jackson County have never moved from the same place. We feel that we have done our part toward the building of Oklahoma.
Another version of the story:
In the spring of 1868 another band of Indians made their appearance. They killed Bob Lacky, a young man, a nephew of John Muckleroy. They captured three of the Muckleroy children — Nathaniel, Dora and Ellen. The Muckleroy’s were my neighbors and I heard the shooting and screaming. I saddled up and hurried to his house and on arriving found the children gone, young Lacky killed and all of Muckleroy’s horses stolen. Muckleroy and wife, afoot, were following in the direction the Indians had taken. The mother was screaming. I soon overtook them. Jim White had joined me. Passing the parents in a gallop we reached a rise, from which we could see the group of Indians about half a mile away to the north. White turned back, saying he would get more men. I went on, determined to do my best to rescue the children. I took the wrong trail after having lost sight of them — a trail that had been made earlier in the day. The trail I followed led east and I decided that they were heading for Clear Creek Valley. I rode hurriedly to Wash Williams’ and Newberry’s and got started the report about the Indians. These men were among a few settlers in Willa Walla Valley. I then hurried back to my wife, whom I had left almost wild with terror. A Mrs. Paschal was living at my house then; she was afterward killed by the Indians in the Kenon massacre. I found the women hiding, first in the sorghum patch and then in the house. Some of the citizens struck the trail and followed it some distance, but the Indians were not overtaken. Muckleroy succeeded, with the help of friends, in buying his children back from the Indians several months later.
John Robert McElroy: I am one of the old settlers of Texas; was born in Lamar county, Texas, March 29, 1839. I came to Montague county in May, 1860, and have since made it my home. I remember when Paris was called Pinhook. I served in the Civil War, in Co. I, 31st Texas dismounted cavalry, Hop’s regiment, Polignac’s brigade. My present post office address is Forestburg, Montague county, Texas. LEVI PERRYMAN. Forestburg, Texas, Oct. 21, 1914.
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