The Diary of Lizzie Dopps
It was after our Gracie and Jennie
were born we had another experience with Indians--rather amusing now as
I look back on it, but at the time I was quite filled with alarm--not so
much for myself, but I suppose it was the mother instinct to protect her
One day I was busily preparing for company.
Eli had gone out to get wood.
The children, Gracie about three, and Jennie a
little over a year old, were watching my preparations.
I was putting some wood in the stove when I
heard the door open back of me. Thinking
it was Eli returning, I paid no attention and went on
replenishing the fire, but when I did not hear him speak I turned
around, and behold, there stood two big Indians; one of them, the one in
front, was immense.
Of course, I was terribly startled
and--yes, I'll admit it, a little bit afraid, since Eli wasn't
there. My first thought was
of my children, that if these Indians were hostile, their first act
would be to get my children in order to have their own way in something,
but I saw that I was between the children and the Indians,
I asked them what they wanted, but there
was no answer, just an amused expression on their faces, perhaps because
I was so small. This
angered me (it always riles me when one makes me conscious of my size)
and perhaps gave me courage to act as I did on the spur of the moment.
I said, "I think you had better get
out of here."
They didn't move, and in anger and
desperation I walked up to the big fellow, grabbed him by the arm and
shouted, "I tell you to get out of here!"
He turned and went out, the other Indian stood for a moment
looking at me and then he also went out.
After they had gone and I had time to
think, I was amazed at myself to think I'd had the nerve to do what I
had done. Perhaps I had
made them angry.
I went to the door and they were still
standing there in the yard, I
opened the door and said, "What is it that you want?"
They pointed to their feet and said,
"Feet heap cold. Want
them get warm."
I replied, "Well, you can't warm them
at the stove as well as you can at the fire-place.
As soon as my husband brings in some wood I'll build a fire in
the fire-place and you can come in and warm your feet then for all I
care. He will be back any
I shut the door and quietly slipped on the
latch and then began to sing at the top of my voice so they would not
think I was afraid. I doubt
that there was very much music in my voice. I don't think I knew what I
I really meant what I had said about them
coming in when my husband brought the wood, but unbeknown to me, when Eli
came up with the wood and saw them standing there, and not knowing of my
promise to them, he motioned for them to go on and said, "Go on, go
on, we have nothing for you."
They moved on down the road and a few minutes afterwards hundreds
of Indians passed by. Another
Indian episode was over.
I have not told of one Indian scare we had
along toward the first of our prairie life.
Indians had not bothered us much although
we knew they roamed these prairie plains.
The Indians were not always friendly in
these parts, but I think it was not so much that they, the Indians,
wanted to be hostile as it was on account of the treatment they
sometimes received from some of the settlers.
There were times when some of these pioneer
settlers, sometimes through fear from what they had heard of the
Indians, and sometimes because of just plain cussedness and mean
dispositions, they meted out horrible treatment to the Indians, and of
course, it was only natural that the Indians would retaliate.
An Indian never forgets, and is of a
revengeful disposition more or less, perhaps no more so than many, many
But if an Indian is treated with common
courtesy, he is your friend as a rule.
After all, they had some cause for
resentment. They had roamed
these prairies generation after generation, and now the white man was
invading their territory. Is
it any wonder that when the white man, the intruder, would treat them
cruelly for no reason only to get rid of them, that the poor Indians
would turn hostile?
There were times when we did hear of
massacres some distance away from us.
Then one day not long after one of these rumors, a man brought
word to us that the Indians were on the war-path and were headed our
Women and children were hurriedly gathered
together and a sort of fortress made.
Some of the men remained to protect the women while some decided
to ride out to meet the Indians as a sort of peace party and council
If the Indians did not sneak up on them
unawares and the men had a chance to reason with them, trouble might be
averted. Eli was one of
Perhaps it was a risky thing to do, but
there was a chance they could conciliate with them and better a few
brave men run this risk than for the Indians to ride in and massacre the
none of our settlers around this locality had over mistreated an Indian.
Nevertheless, I was almost frantic with
anxiety when I heard Eli had offered to go.
Those anxious moments or hours which seemed like a life time were
Then one of the lookouts who had stayed
with the women and children came running in excitedly exclaiming,
"They're coming. They're
sneaking in through that big cornfield yonder.
I saw it moving."
Oh, had our men gone out in vain, been
massacred and the redskins creeping in on us?
Sure enough, the cornstalks seemed to be
moving! We anxiously
awaited the enemy's approach. But
the Indians did not appear.
Finally the men who had ridden out, rode
back and reported they had found no Indians and we came to the
conclusion the movements in the cornfield was nothing more or less than
the wind blowing through it.
Thus our Indian scare
was over and we returned to our homes.
was over and we returned to our homes.
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