A Personal Narrative of Indian Massacres, 1862
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“In presenting this pamphlet to the public, I have given merely a plain, unvarnished statement of all the facts that came under my own observation, during the dreadful massacre of the settlers of Minnesota. Mine only was a single case among hundreds of similar instances. It is only from explicit and minute accounts from the pen of the sufferers themselves, that people living at this distance from the scene of those atrocities can arrive at any just and adequate conception of the fiendishness of the Indian character, or the extremities of pain, terror and distress endured by the victims. It can hardly be decided which were least unfortunate, those who met an immediate death at the hands of the savages, or the survivors who, after enduring tortures worse than death, from hunger, fear, fatigue, and wounds, at last escaped barely with life.”—Mrs. L. Eastlick
This book also includes photos, affidavits, and other material that were compiled by Mr. Ross A. Irish, Mrs. Eastlick nephew.
Lavinia Day Eastlick
MRS. LAVINA EASTLICK (May 28, 1833 - October 9th, 1923) was a survivor of the massacre at Lake Shetek, Minnesota in August 1862. Born in 1833 in the State of New York, Mrs. Eastlick grew up in Johnsonville, Ohio from the age of one, where she remained until she was married to John Eastlick in 1850 and moved to Minnesota. On August 20, 1862, a Sioux Indian tribe broke out and took the white settlements by surprise and storm. During the ensuing massacre, Mrs. Eastlick lost her husband and two of their five children, all of whom were shot by the Sioux Indians. Their third child was also never seen or heard of again. Recovering her senses after the shooting affray, during which she had been shot three times, she crawled in the long grass to hunt for her family, when she was seen by the Indians and again brutally beaten about the head with a rifle which turned out to belong to her husband. Her long, thick hair was all that broke the force of the blows from her assailants. The Eastlicks’ oldest son, Merton, aged eleven years, carried Johnny, the fifteen-month-old baby, 40 miles in the flight from the Indians and reached a place of safety in another white settlement. There he was reunited with his mother, who had crawled around the battlefield after being left for dead by the enemy. Mrs. Eastlick and her surviving children were rescued by a mail driver who chanced along the road and took them all to a white settlement where they remained about a week until relief came from the soldiers. She remained in the hospital for many weeks, and then settled in Ohio and Minnesota. She died at her daughter’s home in Lougheed, Alberta in 1923 at the age of 90.
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A PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF INDIAN MASSACRES, 1862
BY
MRS. L. EASTLICK
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Contents
TABLE OF CONTENTS 5
PREFACE 6
NARRATIVE 7
THE WARPATH 10
FLEEING WHITES 15
SIOUX SURRENDER 40
COURAGEOUS WOMAN 41
MASS HANGING 44
APPENDIX 46
REQUEST FROM THE PUBLISHER 52
PREFACE
In presenting this pamphlet to the public, I have given merely a plain, unvarnished statement of all the facts that came under my own observation, during the dreadful massacre of the settlers of Minnesota. Mine only was a single case among hundreds of similar instances. It is only from explicit and minute accounts from the pen of the sufferers themselves, that people living at this distance from the scene of those atrocities can arrive at any just and adequate conception of the fiendishness of the Indian character, or the extremities of pain, terror and distress endured by the victims. It can hardly be decided which were least unfortunate, those who met an immediate death at the hands of the savages, or the survivors who, after enduring tortures worse than death, from hunger, fear, fatigue, and wounds, at last escaped barely with life.
—Mrs. L. Eastlick
NARRATIVE
I was born in the year 1833, in Broome County, New York. When I was about one year old, my father, Mr. Giles Day, moved from that State to Trumbull County, Ohio. Here I remained with my parents, till I reached the age of fifteen, when I went with my brother’s family to Seneca County, where I became acquainted with John Eastlick. In the year 1850 we were married, and we remained there until 1854, when we removed to Indiana. My husband was a poor man, and seeing a little family growing up around him, he began to feel keenly the need of a home. Thinking he could obtain a homestead cheaper by going further west, we removed to Illinois in the spring of 1856. But here it was entirely out of our power to purchase, as the price of land was still higher than in the place we had left. My husband now began to talk of going to Minnesota. In the year 1857, our wagon was loaded once more, and we emigrated to Minnesota, accompanied by one of our neighbors, named Thomas Ireland.
It was our intention to go to Bear Valley, but, on account of cold, wet weather setting in, we were obliged to stop in Olmsted County. Here we staid until 1861, when my husband thought he could better his condition by going to Murray County,—a distance of two hundred miles. I felt a little fear of going there, knowing that there were a great many Indians in that and the adjoining counties; still, I was willing to accompany my husband wherever he thought he could best provide for his family. We started on our journey in the fall, taking nothing with us but our clothing, bedding, cattle, etc. Mr. Ireland again moved in company with us; his family consisted of his wife and four children. My husband chose to settle by a small lake, called Lake Shetek, where we arrived on the 5th of November. We found that there was already a small settlement here; but, after our arrival there were only eleven settlers in all. The lake was about five miles long, with a belt of timber running along the east side of it, where all the settlers had located themselves.
My husband chose a beautiful spot for our home, situated about midway between the two ends of the lake. In the spring of 1862, he built a house and put in crops, and we began to feel quite happy and contented in our new home. I no longer felt any fear of the Indians; quite a number of them had lived by the lake all winter, and had been accustomed to come to our home almost every day. Whenever any of them came, they invariably begged for something to eat, which was never refused them. We never turned them away, as did many of our neighbors, and in return they appeared to be very friendly, and played with our children and taught them to speak the Indian language a little. In the spring, they left the lake, and we saw no more of them for two or three months.
About the last of July, Mr. Eastlick left home to work during harvest. He returned on the 17th of August, and said he had met sixteen Indians, naked, and painted red, who seemed very friendly, and talked some time with him. He seemed very much oppressed at heart, after his return, as if some secret anxiety weighed heavily on his mind. I have since thought that he must have seen or heard something that convinced him there was great danger ahead. I heard him say often to Mr. Rhodes, who had come home with him, that it would be a good plan to build a fort. But when I asked him if there was danger to be apprehended from the Indians, he answered evasively, to relieve my anxieties, though his own were so great, by saying he thought there was no danger, but that it would do no harm to build a fort.
On Monday following, I went to the lower end of the lake to carry some butter to Mrs. Everett, when, on my return home, I met six Indians with their squaws and teepes
or lodges. One of the Indians was Pawn
, with whom I was acquainted. I bowed, without speaking, as I passed him, but he wished me to stop; more, I think for the sake of seeing the pony I was driving than myself. He came up, shook hands with me and greeted me by saying ho! ho! ho!
meaning how do you do?
He talked with me for some time, and said he was going to build his teepe
at Wright’s, and wait for some more Indians that were coming to go on a buffalo