Genealogy Stories of the Ancestors of Jeff Hoopes

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by  Jeff Hoopes

Genealogy Stories of the Ancestors of Jeff Hoopes

A papoose named Jane ............................................................................................................................. 3
ANDR LAMOREAUX AND HIS DESCENDANTS ......................................................................... 15
Andre Lamoreaux - Benjamin & Emily‘s True Pirate Story ................................................................. 17
My Pilgrimmage to Meschers-Andre Lamoureaux's Hometown .......................................................... 20
Anthonette Marie Olsen ......................................................................................................................... 26
CHARLOTTE ALVORD ...................................................................................................................... 29
A Christmas to Remember ..................................................................................................................... 30
―CROSSING THE PLAINS‖ - A JOURNAL BY OUR GRANDFATHER LYMAN CURTIS ......... 34
DANIEL BREWER ............................................................................................................................... 46
DANIEL BREWER, III ......................................................................................................................... 47
DEMAR GALE An Autobiography ...................................................................................................... 49
Funeral Services for DeMar Gale ........................................................................................................ 140
Talk given by DeMar Gale while on his mission to Arkansas ............................................................. 162
Dorothy Noel Autobiography .............................................................................................................. 165
EDMOND NELSON & JANE TAYLOR NELSON .......................................................................... 224
EDMOND NELSON ........................................................................................................................... 230
EDMOND NELSON‘S PATRIARCHAL BLESSING ....................................................................... 244
MARGARET ELAINE RUSSELL An Autobiography ...................................................................... 245
GROVER LAMRO HOOPES ............................................................................................................. 267
MARGARET ELAINE RUSSELL ..................................................................................................... 269
GROVER HOOPES ............................................................................................................................. 271
NORA ESTELLE LAMOREAUX ...................................................................................................... 273
FRED RUSSELL ................................................................................................................................. 275
IDA AMANDA NELSON ................................................................................................................... 277
MARTHA PAULINE MULLINS ....................................................................................................... 279
GEORGE ARTHUR HOOPES ........................................................................................................... 281
CHARLOTTE IRIS CURTIS .............................................................................................................. 282
ARCHIBALD ORRELL LAMOREAUX ........................................................................................... 284
LYDIA LOVARA CROCKETT ......................................................................................................... 286
HENRY UTILIS RUSSELL ................................................................................................................ 288
HARRIET LOUISA BREWER ........................................................................................................... 290
EDMOND NELSON ........................................................................................................................... 292
MARGARET FOUTZ ......................................................................................................................... 294
ALVIN CROCKETT ........................................................................................................................... 296
CHARLOTTE ALVORD .................................................................................................................... 299
JACOB BREWER ............................................................................................................................... 300
DAVID CROCKETT ........................................................................................................................... 302
SARAH DIANTHA GARDNER......................................................................................................... 304
JOSEPH NAHUM CURTIS ................................................................................................................ 307
LYMAN CURTIS ................................................................................................................................ 310
ELIAS GARDNER .............................................................................................................................. 312
DIANTHA HANCHETT ..................................................................................................................... 313
LYDIA ANN LAKE ............................................................................................................................ 315
JAMES LAKE ..................................................................................................................................... 316
PRICE WILLIAMS NELSON............................................................................................................. 317

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JONATHAN RUSSELL ...................................................................................................................... 319
CALEB BALDWIN ............................................................................................................................. 324
Anthonette Marie Olsen ....................................................................................................................... 327
ESBON CHILD ................................................................................................................................... 331
JONATHAN HOOPES ........................................................................................................................ 336
A Conversation with GROVER HOOPES .......................................................................................... 339
FRED RUSSELL ―AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY‖ ................................................................................... 347
HENRY & HARRIET RUSSELL ....................................................................................................... 414
HENRY GALE .................................................................................................................................... 418
BISHOP JACOB FOUTZ, SR.: A LEGACY OF FAITH ................................................................... 425
IRENE MERRELL: An autobiography ............................................................................................... 441
Jane‘s Silent Night ............................................................................................................................... 454
John Hoopes‘ Brief History ................................................................................................................. 463
JOHN McCORD LAMOREAUX FAMILY CONVERSION ............................................................ 489
The lives and times of Nike Wilson and Jonathan Hoopes.................................................................. 491
JONATHAN HOOPES: Mormon Redress Petitions ........................................................................... 494
JONATHAN HOOPES‘ TRIP TO MONTANA ................................................................................. 496
AND THEN FROM WYOMING TO ARIZONA .............................................................................. 496
LAMOREAUXS & THE NAUVOO BELL ........................................................................................ 525
LAMRO: Autobiography of Grover Lamro Hoopes ........................................................................... 527
History of this Fountain Pen ............................................................................................................... 540
LAMRO HOOPES HISTORY, CONTINUED ................................................................................... 541
JACOB FOUTZ: Mormon Redress Petitions ...................................................................................... 547
Jane Taylor ........................................................................................................................................... 549
Grandma Curtis‘ apron pocket pistol ................................................................................................... 553
The Bear River Massacre ..................................................................................................................... 554
THOMAS BREWER ........................................................................................................................... 558
A TREK TO ARIZONA ...................................................................................................................... 560
LEWIS BREWER ................................................................................................................................ 575
VISION OF MY FAMILY .................................................................................................................. 579
RECOLLECTIONS OF MY DAD ...................................................................................................... 582
LUTHER GALE .................................................................................................................................. 582
LYDIA ANN LAKE ............................................................................................................................ 591
Mary Sophia Elizabeth Lybbert Merrell .............................................................................................. 596
MORMON COLONIZATION OF ARIZONA ................................................................................... 602
Mission of Nora Estelle Lamoreaux to the Central States Mission ..................................................... 609
PRICE W. NELSON .......................................................................................................................... 612

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A papoose named Jane

a fictitious story based on documented history2Jane Taylor Nelson is the 4th great grandmother of
the author, John L. Hoopes. In January 1863, she was a 58 year old widow. Her husband,
Edmond had died in Mountainville, Utah, twelve years previously. Jane had thirteen children.
At the time of this story her son, Price Williams (the author‘s 3rd great grandfather) was living in
Logan, about 20 miles from Franklin. Her sons William Goforth, who was 32 at the time, Joseph
Smith, 25 years old and Edmond, 21, were living in Franklin. Her 28 year old son, Thomas, was
living at Bloomington, Idaho at that time. - a sequel to Jane’s Silent Night 3

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olonel Connor‘s4 soldiers are comin‘ to Franklin, Ma, I heard there‘s
about five hundred of ‗em,‖ Joe anxiously announced to his mother,
Jane Nelson.

1 A word used to describe Native American children, generally infants and young children. In
his autobiography, ―The White Indian Boy,‖ E.N. Wilson said the Shoshone Indians of Idaho
called him a papoose when he was eleven years old, so it was also used to describe older Indian
children.
2 A fictitious story written on January 29, 2000, an anniversary of the Battle of Bear River or the
Bear River Massacre, which occurred on January 29, 1863, near Franklin, Idaho. Franklin is the
oldest town in Idaho, established in 1860 by Mormons settling the northern part of Cache Valley,
Utah. (In fact, for many years they thought they were in Utah.) This war with the Shoshone
Indians is little known in U.S., Utah or Idaho history, but in terms of deaths, was the most
destructive battle between the U.S. Army and native Americans. There were more Indians killed
in this four hour battle/massacre than in any other battle between the U.S. Army and Native
Americans. The characters and incidents in this story are all real and/or taken from documented
history, primarily ―The Bear River Massacre‖ by Newell Hart.

3 A fictitious story based on actual characters, like this one, written during the week of
Christmas, 1999 by John L. Hoopes.
4 Colonel Patrick Edward Connor, an officer in the U.S. Army, was stationed near present day
Salt Lake City, Utah at Ft. Douglas. He was a native Irishman who apparently disliked
Mormons and was sent to Utah to protect immigrants going to Oregon and California and to
harass Mormon polygamists. For winning the Bear River Battle, he was promoted to General.
Whether it was his idea to exterminate all of the Indians, including women and children, is
debatable, as there are stories that the non-Mormon governor of Utah had given him this order.
Col. Conner also played a part in Idaho history as be brought a band of apostate Mormons, the
Morrisites, to settle at Soda Springs.

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Jane questioned: ―They‘re comin‘ to get the leadin‘ brethren who have taken plural
wives, and to take their property, ain‘t they?‖
―No, Ma, I heard they‘re comin‘ to put down that rascal Pocatello5, but they
won‘t catch ‗em. He‘s way too smart.‖
Jane thought a few minutes before saying: ―Oh, Joe, the Missouri6 men in
the cavalry and that Colonel Connor hate us Mormons so much that I‘ll bet they do
some real evil things.‖
―Yes, Ma, I suspect they will...but I feel sorry for them squaws and
papooses, ‖ Joe responded.
―Brother Brigham told us to feed the Indians and share what little we have
with them, not fight them,‖ Jane said as she turned to stir the lumpy dick cooking
in the big iron pot on the fire. It was an icy day in January7, and Jane was tired of
being cold. And now she was anxious about the news, even though her older son,
Will had told her about this possibility several days ago.

This is Col. Patrick Edward Connor

5 Leader of the Bannock ―tribe‖ of the Shoshone Indians. There were several ―tribes‖ camped
for the winter along Beaver Creek, a tributary of the Bear River, during the winter of 1862-63.
According to many contemporaries, including ―Uncle‖ Nick Wilson, Pocatello was the worst of
the bunch. His braves did do terrible things to the white immigrants going to either Oregon or
California, who had to travel through his country on their way to Ft. Hall near present day
Pocatello, Idaho.
6 A number of anti-Mormons from Missouri joined the U.S. Army and came west with Col.
Connor to get back at the Mormons. This group included Mormon apostates, including one
Lieut. Chase. In his personal history, William Goforth Nelson, who later became a bishop of
Franklin, wrote ―while our sleds were being loaded at the camp, Fileman (Philomen) Merrill
came to me and said that Chase was there in the tent and was shot through the shoulder and had
one thigh broken, and he was begging to be administered to. Merrill wanted to know what I
thought about it. I said that I thought it would be a wrong thing to do, so he was not
administered to.‖
7 It was actually January 28, 1863.

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Joe‘s older brother, Will, had not come home from Franklin, and Elvira,
Will‘s 26 year old wife, was over at the Mendenhall‘s8, helping Sister Emmaline
make soap. Elvira had her four little children with her.
Joe asked his mother if she had eaten anything but lumpy dick. Jane, still
stirring the contents of the black iron pot, turned and said that Price, who was
living down at Logan, had sent some deer meat over yesterday and Elvira had
made a stew with the potatoes they had. Price and his wife, Lydia, had six
children, the youngest was just born two weeks ago9, and Jane had gone down to
help.
Joe, pacing around in front of the fireplace of the little log cabin, said, ―them
soldiers have good provisions and money. I heard that Col. Connor would pay
well for scouts to help him find old Pocatello. Ma, I think I am going to help him.
We need the things they have and if I don‘t help him find them the bad Indians, he
or his soldiers might just hurt some of our people. They want us to be there tonight
and guide them through the valley as they march all night. They‘re going to sneak
up on the Indians.‖
―Joseph Smith Nelson,10 my dear son, named for the Prophet, please be
careful. You‘re a good man, please don‘t do anything that would bring shame on
your Nelson name or on the Latter-day Saints,‖ Jane said.
―Yes, Ma, I‘ll be careful. I‘m goin‘ to ask Edd11 if he wants to come help.
That is if he can stay away from Annie that long. I heard that Ol‘ Port Rockwell12

8 An actual family, one of the first settlers of Franklin, along with the Nelsons.
9 Jane‘s oldest son, Price Williams, was living in Logan and Lydia Ann Lake Nelson did give
birth to their seventh child, whom they named Hyrum, on January 10, 1863. Franklin and Logan
are about 20 miles apart and it is not actually known if Jane had been to see her newest
grandchild.
10 Joseph Smith Nelson was Jane‘s 9th child. He was born in Caldwell County, Missouri, before
the Nelsons moved to Nauvoo. Joseph Smith Nelson was named after the Prophet, who baptized
little Joseph in the Mississippi River when he was eight years old. Joe later became the Sheriff
of Cache County, Utah. At the time of this story, he was 25 years old and had been married to
Hannah Jane Patten for two years. They had one child, Joseph Smith Nelson, Jr., who was seven
moths old at the time.
11 Edmond is Jane‘s 11th child and would have been 20 years old at the time of the story. He
was single, but would marry Ann Peterson in about six weeks, on March 12, 1863. We know he
was involved with the incident through the personal history of his older brother, William
Goforth.
12 Porter Rockwell was a already legend in his own time. He did serve as an Indian scout for
Col. Connor and according to William Nelson‘s personal history, did camp on a hill south of the
river watching the fight. Rockwell was sent by Col. Connor to hire men to haul the wounded
solders to Camp Floyd, later named Camp Douglas. Rockwell hired Samuel Parkinson, William
Head, James and Isaac Packer, William and Edmond Nelson to take teams and sleds to the top of

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was coming with Connor as his Indian scout. Maybe we‘ll get to see Ol‘ Port.
Good night, Ma, I love you.‖
With that, Joe put his big cloak back on, took some jerky out of the crock by
the fireplace and headed out the door. The wind was whistling through the
quaking asps and powdery snow was blowing. Cache Valley was right cold in the
winter and this was an extra cold night.
Jane hoped Elvira and the grandchildren would be home soon, before it got
dark and colder. Will had been in Franklin at a meeting with the brethren, but now
she figured he may be later because the soldiers were coming.
In a while, Elvira13 rode in with her children, six year old William, five year
old Elvira, three year old Martha and 16 month old Luna, bundled up in the back of
the buggy. The older children ran into the house. Little Willy excitedly
exclaimed, ―Grandma, soldiers are comin‘ and some of ‗em are comin‘ to our
cabin.‖
―What is that, darling,‖ Jane said as Elvira opened the heavy canvas door
and came in.
―Yes, mother,‖ Elvira answered. ―Will is with the soldiers and eight of them
are coming to sleep in our barn tonight. I have some fresh mutton and a sack of
flour out in the buggy, and I got some potatoes and onions from the Mendenhalls–
lets get a big dinner made before they all get here–they‘ll be hungry for good
food.‖
―I made lumpy dick, but we can give it to poor Sam–that dog hasn‘t been
feeling too good since he was kicked by the mule,‖ said Jane as she put some more
wood on the fire. In a few minutes the women were busy preparing the meal–it
seemed like Christmas. They hadn‘t had so much food to prepare since Christmas
a month ago.
The cabin was warm, with the big fire in the fireplace. The smell of the
frying meat and potatoes was perfuming the air. The children were helping their
mother figure out how eight soldiers, their Pa, Ma, Grandma, and they too, could
be seated around the old table. The food would be so good.
Jane remembered that Joe had said the solders are marching all night so they
could sneak up on the Indians. She asked Elvira about that. Elvira responded:
―Will said that most of the soldiers are marching tonight, but some of them who
are already in town will get to sleep and then ride over before the peep of dawn.‖
They heard noises outside, there was Will and they could see soldiers. In a
few minutes Will came inside with some of the soldiers. They put their rifles by
the door and took their hats off, laying them on top of the tepee of rifles. The

the hill above where the soldiers were camped. The soldiers loaded the wounded soldiers, then
the Mormons, including William and Edmond, drove the teams to Utah.
13 Actual names and ages taken from Family Group Sheets.

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soldiers smelled of tobacco smoke and sweat–they had been driving hard for
several days up the mountain valleys, through mud and then snow. The soldiers
had stopped at night, giving provisions to the Mormon settlers, who would feed
them and let them bed down in their yards and barns.14
These were rough cavalry men who were not used to being inside a cabin
with Mormon women and children, but they still liked to check things out and
make jokes. The children, quiet as mice in the wood bin, knew they were safe, Pa
was there. Little Luna had already fallen asleep; she had nursed all the way home.
The soldiers were talking about the trip and about their mission, to show Ol‘
Pocatello, the other chiefs and their braves that they must not bother the
immigrants headed for Oregon and California. Although the soldiers seemed a
little uncomfortable, they didn‘t hesitate to start eating the food that Jane and
Elvira placed before them. Will cleared his throat, stopping the noise of forks on
tin plates, ―We‘ll have a blessing on the food, gentlemen.‖
A bearded soldier winked at little Martha as she reverently folded her arms
in her lap and bowed her head. Will began, ―Dear Lord, we give thanks for this
food the soldiers have provided. We ask Thee to bless it so it will nourish our
bodies and do us the good that we need...‖
After dinner the soldiers wanted to light up their pipes, but William said they
could go outside, which they did. Will accompanied them to the barn and helped
them spread out the straw. Old Patsy, the milk cow, was tied to the far end of the
barn. Will threw a few scraps to Winifred, the sow, lying in her place over by the
plow. The soldiers, now lighting their pipes, began to talk about their mission, to
surprise the Indians to try to get Pocatello, the worst of the chiefs who had led
many raids against the immigrants headed west.
Their leader, Colonel Connor, had asked Will and his brothers, along with
other local Mormons, to help scout out the Indians. He said that Porter Rockwell
would be there, but Port didn‘t know much about this country. The Nelson
brothers had lived here now for three years and knew it like the back of their
hands. Distrusting the U.S. Army, and Colonel Connor, they were a little hesitant
to help, but Bishop Maughn15 had talked with Will and the other brethren and had
made it seem like it was their civic duty. And they wouldn‘t mind the military pay
in both food and money.
Will told the soldiers he would come out and meet them before daybreak.
The soldiers were tired and they quickly spread their blankets out on the straw,
using their saddles to prop themselves up as they finished smoking their pipes.
Five o‘clock would come quickly. The wind was whistling through the big cracks

14 As recorded in the history, ―The Bear River Massacre,‖ by Newell Hart.
15 Presiding Bishop of Cache Valley at the time of the story was Peter Maughan.

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in the rough log barn, and the soldiers were softly talking about what they would
do to the Indians come daybreak.
When Will went back inside the cabin, Elvira and Jane had cleaned up the
dishes and put the few pieces of furniture back where they belonged. Elvira asked
Jane if she heard one of the soldiers saying that Colonel Connor, referring to Indian
papooses, said ―nits make lice,‖16 and how he wanted them, along with all the
squaws, killed too.
Will overhearing this, remarked, ―in Franklin today I heard Colonel Connor
say that they were after Pocatello and the other chiefs, Bear Hunter, Segguish and
Lehi,17 and their braves. I reckon‘ they will leave the squaws and papooses alone.‖
It was late, the soldiers were all quiet now, and so the Nelsons, as was their
custom, knelt beside their chairs, holding hands. Jane was voice in family prayer
tonight. After thanking the Lord for their blessings, and asking for a good night‘s
sleep and safety on the morrow, come what may, the Nelsons got into their beds
and pulled up the quilts.
Morning came quickly. Jane was the first to rise. Elvira soon joined her at
the fireplace. The embers were now beginning to ignite the kindling. Jane was bent
over, blowing gently to hurry things up. Will approached and told his mother and
wife that the soldiers would need a good breakfast and would surely want coffee.
They had some coffee from the provisions the soldiers brought, so Jane filled the
big black water kettle from the bucket near the door. The skim of ice on top spilled
out into the pot. She would boil the coffee for the soldiers, adding egg shells to
make it taste better, as her mother had taught her long ago in Tennessee before
they had joined the Church.
Elvira was mixing up biscuits from the flour the soldiers brought. She had
already put the lard pot near the blazing fire to soften the solid mass. She would
make gravy from the bacon, with fresh milk, if William could get the cow milked
among the now stirring soldiers.
Everyone seemed to be in a foul mood at breakfast. The soldiers were
complaining about still being cold and tired. It was hard to make breakfast quickly
for so many men with so few kettles and pans. It was colder outside than the
soldiers were used to and they were grumbling about their orders from Colonel
Connor. There were even disagreements with what those orders were. One said
that the Colonel ordered them to kill every injun‘ buck, squaw and pappose, but
others said that he just wanted to kill the chiefs and braves, and leave the squaws
and papooses alone.

16 A phrase actually attributed to Col. P. E. Connor, according to ―The Bear River Massacre.‖.
17 Actual names of the Indian chiefs. All of them were killed in the battle, except Pocatello, who
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Breakfast over, the soldiers were out getting ready to cross the creek for
battle. It was still dark outside and big snowflakes were coming down hard. Jane
and Elvira were inside cleaning up. At least they didn‘t have to clean up tobacco
spit–Will had emphatically told the soldiers that they would have to leave their
chew and their bad language outside, away from the womenfolk.
Will had received orders from Bishop Maughan to go meet with Porter
Rockwell, who had been camped on the hill above Beaver Creek all night and
provide what assistance he could. It wasn‘t every day that a man so famous as Ol‘
Port would be in their country. Jane rehearsed to her son the many brave things
Brother Porter had done. Then she added, ― and I know he won‘t have nothing to
do with the bad things I been hearin‘ from the soldiers.‖ Will asked what she was
talking about.
―I heard a couple of Missourian soldiers talking out the window that they
hoped they could get some squaws alone,‖18 Jane said.
Will said he would do everything he could to make sure that didn‘t happen
and was sure that wasn‘t in Brother Porter‘s plans either.
Jane and Elvira bade good bye to Will as he left in the opposite direction the
soldiers had gone. They would keep the children in the cabin today–it wasn‘t
going to be a good day. The wind was howling and the snow was still blowing.
About noon Joe came home alone. Everyone crowded around the fireplace
to hear the what happened. ―Ma and Elvira, Will and Edd was asked to help carry
out the wounded soldiers. They will get paid good for this work, but they may not
be home for a few days–they have to take the invalids in sleds one or two at a time
down to Camp Floyd. The quartermaster has lots of provisions and warm blankets.
The women down the valley will cook. They was about 15 soldiers killed and a
bunch wounded–some was even froze to death.‖19
What about the poor Indians, asked Jane. ―Hundreds20 of them are dead and
a few got away. I heard that Pocatello, that ‗ornery polecat, got clean away. Some
of them Shoshone squaws fought right alongside the braves and were easily killed
by the soldiers. Them that stayed in their wicky-ups were burned out by the
soldiers and some of them Missourian soldiers did unspeakable things to them poor
squaws.‖

18 In Brigham Young‘s personal journal, when he recorded what was reported to him about the
massacre, he used the word ―ravished‖ to describe what the soldiers did to the Indian squaws. It
is obvious he was not complimentary of Col. Connor or what he and his soldiers had done.
19 This is true according to the history, ―The Bear River Massacre.‖
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Elvira asked if it was all over. Joe responded it was, adding that Port
Rockwell was disgusted at the whole affair21 and when he went to find Colonel
Connor, he learned the Colonel had already gone to find whisky to celebrate his
victory. He was bragging they would make him a general because of this.22 There
would be no more trouble with the Indians.
Jane said, ―then we must go see if there is anyone who needs our help. Tear
up muslin and whatever you can find, Elvira. No one else is going to help them
poor Lamanites.‖ Elvira helped her mother-in-law get ready to go and said she
would stay in the cabin with the children and wait for Will and Edd.
Joe helped his mother mount her gelding, ‗Ol Port. Joe remarked that maybe
the horse would be meeting his namesake later in the day. Joe led toward the place
down across Beaver Creek where the Indians had been camped for months.
Jane wasn‘t prepared for what they saw. In all of her fifty-eight years she
hadn‘t witnessed such bloodshed. Smoldering wicky-ups, not a one left standing.
There were stiff Indian bodies and signs of carnage everywhere. As they slowly
rode down the trail, they saw an old brave still moving. They stopped and were
ready to dismount when he turned to look at them, blood oozing out of his mouth
and nose, staining the white snowbank. This effort caused him to fall back,
lifeless. He had now gone to his happy hunting ground. They rode on.
Up a ways, near a clump of willows, Jane and Joe saw a mangey Indian dog
who had been wounded, but was still alive, licking his wounds. They didn‘t have
time for dogs. ―They must be some Indians still alive someplace,‖ Jane said as she
nudged her horse onward. They came to a camp where they saw dead Indians,
including squaws and papooses, lying just outside the wicky-up. Surely they
hadn‘t put up a fight. Jane dismounted and walked toward the pitiful sight. They
were dead and already frozen solid. She couldn‘t help but cry as she turned them
over and pulled a thin blanket over their bloody faces. She said a silent prayer that
they weren‘t abused by the Missourian soldiers before they were killed.
Joe asked his mother if she was ready to go home–it didn‘t look like there
were any live Indians to be found. She said they must go on, she wanted to make
sure. They continued their ride. Jane pulled her blanket over her head, as much to
keep the blowing snow off as to keep Joe from seeing her streaming tears.
In a little while they came to another bunch of burned out wicky-ups. This
camp was familiar to Jane. ―This is where I came on Christmas Eve and delivered
a squaw of twins,‖23 she said to Joe. Jane was hesitant to go further, but with

21 We hope he was, but there is nothing found so far about Porter Rockwell‘s ideas about this
war or his association with Col. Connor.
22 Col. Connor was actually promoted to General because he won this war.
23 This is the story, Jane’s Silent Night, which is also fictitious. We don‘t really know what
Jane Taylor Nelson was doing on Christmas Eve, 1862.

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