The Thirty-Ninth Man: A Novel of the 1862 Uprising
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The Thirty-ninth Man is a historical novel culminating with the mass execution of thirty-eight men—the largest mass execution in the history of the United States. History tells us little of the thirty-ninth man—Tatemina-Round Wind—sentenced to die with the others. This story places fictional Anton McAllister in the center of re
Dale A Swanson
Dale is a published author, poet, screenwriter, and playwright. His historical novel, The Thirty-ninth Man, released by North Star Press in 2013, made the Star Tribune "Best book read" in 2013. The sequel, Tears Of Sorrow, was released in June 2018. His fantasy chapter book, The Wild Ways, Mystery of the Hanging Tower, for nine to ninety-year-old readers, was published in 2015; he has had poetry included in two annual stage productions by the Bloomington Arts Council, and two of his radio plays have been performed live and aired statewide. Mr. Swanson's screenplay, Creation Story, was filmed for the non-profit, Native Strong ARC. His list of genres in book format has expanded to poetry with the release of his chapbook, A Bowhunter In God's Cathedral.
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The Thirty-Ninth Man - Dale A Swanson
The Thirty-Ninth Man
D. A. Swanson
Rainy River Press
Prior Lake, Minnesota
Copyright © 2013 D.A. Swanson
Cover image © Edward S. Curtis, Courtesy of the Library of Congress
All rights reserved.
ISBN-Print: 978-0-9863267-1-4
ISBN-ebook: 978-0-9863267-3-8
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First Edition: June 2013
Printed in the United States of America
Published by
Rainy River Press
6106 Birch Road
Prior Lake, MN 55372
Contents
Acknowledgements
A Note To The Reader
Cast of Primary Characters
Sioux Legend
Anton McAllister
Taliaferro On The Northwest Frontier
Tomawka’s Dream
The Demise Of The Three-toed Wolf
The Treaty of 1825
Lightning On The Prairie
Red River of the North
The Gauntlet
Anton’s Marriage
Winter With Dokkins
Treaty of 1837
Rising Eagle’s Vision
Star Woman and The Missionary
Treaties of 1851 and 1858. Let Them Eat Grass
The Uprising Begins
Tatemina to The Rescue
Fort Ridgely
Little Crow’s Defeat
The Pardon
Postscript
Study Aids:
Acknowledgements
Many thanks to Deborah Peterson, Mystic Lake Mdewakanton Tribal Librarian, and her capable assistant, Angie Danner, who together provided me with invaluable information regarding this most painful episode in the nation’s history.
I also owe a debt of gratitude to Jennifer Quinlan, Historical Fiction Editor, whose expertise and gentle nudges helped keep me on track.
Most of all, thank you to my beautiful wife of forty-seven years, who allowed me the private space and encouragement to complete the task.
The map of Frontier Missions and Villages is the property of Bloomington, Minnesota and is used with permission from the City of Bloomington.
A Note To The Reader
This is the story of a great injustice and a handful of men and women who played a part.
At 10 a.m. on December 26, 1862, thirty-eight men were hanged in the largest mass execution in the history of the United States. It was said three drumbeats signaled the moment of execution; a single ax stroke plummeted all through the gallows, the crowd cheered; bodies were buried in a single grave on the edge of town.
Thirty-nine were sentenced—thirty-eight died—one was pardoned at the last minute.
Cast of Primary Characters
Fictional Characters:
*Astor & Sarah Bennett - Settlers rescued by Round Wind
*Annawon (Anton) McAllister - Known as Anton, army volunteer scout and hunter for Col. Snelling from August 31, 1823
*Carries Stick - Chippewa wife of Jeremy Dokkins
*Catka - Chippewa brave
*Four Wings - name taken by Rising Eagle after his Vision Quest
*Hayes family - Settlers cabin where Four Wings nearly dies
*Jacob McAllister - Scotsman ne’er-do-well, Anton’s father
*Jeremy Dokkins - cook from McCarin’s party, befriends Anton
*Kanti - Anton McAllister’s mother
*Peter McCarin and his party - Trappers out of Canada, Peter & Clacker saved Anton from drowning
*Reverend Conrad & Price - white men swindling the Indians
*Rising Eagle - 1824 birth, took name Four Wings after his Vision Quest
*Star Woman - wife of Tomawka, mother of Rising Eagle, later wife of Anton
*Timmy Overton - Lawrence Taliaferro’s best boyhood friend
*Tomawka - Dakota brave - Father of Rising Eagle
Nonfictional Characters:
Alexander Ramsey - 1st Governor of Minnesota Territory 1849-1853, 2nd Minnesota State Governor 1860-1863
American Fur Company - Traded with Indians — owned by John Jacob Astor
Amos Bruce - Replacement agent for Lawrence Taliaferro
Big Gun - Dakota Chief signing the 1851 treaty
Brown Wing, Runs Against Something When Crawling, Killing Ghost, Breaking Up - The four young braves that fired the first shots of the war
Captain Marsh - Ordered to investigate the gunshots coming from the Lower Agency
Cloud Man - Dakota Chief who organized one of the most lethal revenge campaigns on record
Colonel Leavenworth - Started construction of Fort Snelling & other accomplishments
Cut Nose - One of the most fierce Dakota warriors showing little or no mercy
Dousman - A man making false claims of money owed him by the Indians
George Boyd - Issued blank sub-licenses allowing virtual unrestricted trade
Gideon and Samuel Pond - Early missionaries who helped translate the Bible to Dakota.
Hazen Mooers - Ran trading post on shores of Big Stone Lake
Henry Schoolcraft - Explorer and Indian Agent
Henry Sibley - Trader, 1st state governor, Colonel-Minnesota Volunteers, led campaign against Sioux
Hole In The Day - Chippewa chief
Inkpaduta - Renegade Wahpekute who led his band of ten outcasts from multiple bands in the Spirit Lake Massacre
Jedediah Stevens - Missionary at the Lake Calhoun/Lake Harriet Mission
John Jacob Astor - American Fur Company
John McKusick - Merchant in Stillwater. His store hosted the Stillwater Convention
John Other Day - Dakota Wahpeton Chief who saved many whites during the war
Joseph R. Brown & Martin McLeod sought Indian marks on paperwork to authorize claims by traders from the Indian’s annuities
Joseph Renville - Mixed blood, ran trading post, helped translate the bible into Dakota
Josiah Snelling - Commander at Fort Snelling
Kaposia - Little Crow’s early village name
Lawrence Taliaferro - (Pronounced Toliver) First Indian agent, served under six presidents
Little Crow III - Chetanwakenmani - D. 1833 whisky, sugar poisoning
Little Crow IV - Wakinyantanka-Big Thunder - D. 1846 accidental firearm discharge
Little Crow V - Taoyateduta - Led the uprising in 1862 - D. 1863 shot by farmer
Major Joseph Plympton - Takes command after Col. Snelling left command of Ft. Snelling
Ne-ka—Badger - Dakota brave killed by four renegade Chippewa braves. Resulted in one of the most deadly revenge campaigns on record
Northwestern Fur Company - Traded with Indians
Oprhan - Dakota Chief signing the 1851 treaty
Otakle—Joseph Godfrey - Participant in the war, became a witness for the prosecution in return for clemency
President James Monroe - 1817-1825 - Appointed Lawrence Taliaferro as Indian Agent
President Andrew Jackson - 1829-1837
President Martin Van Buren - 1837-1841
President Abraham Lincoln - 1861-1865 - President during the 1862 U.S.-Dakota War
Red Iron (Mazasha) - Dakota chief, friend of the white man
Red Wing - Dakota Chief
Robinson Jones, Howard & Mrs. Baker, Mr. Webster, Clara Wilson–The first five settlers killed in the War
Shakopee I - Shakpa (Little Six) - B-1750 D-1827 named such after his wife gave birth to sextuplet boys
Shakopee II - Eaglehead - Signed treaties: 1825, 1837, & 1851. Adopted son of Shakopee I, twin son of Ojibwa Chief
Shakopee III - Little Six - participant in Dakota War, escaped to Canada, was kidnapped from there along with Medicine Bottle and brought to Ft. Snelling and hanged.
Shoonkaska—White Dog - Reputed to be one of the most ruthless in the war
Sleepy Eye - Dakota Chief spoke against the 1851 treaty and was silenced by the commission
Standing Cloud - Dakota Chief that complained at 1837 treaty negotiations and was ignored.
Steamer Rufus Putnam - The earliest steamer to reach Ft. Snelling in 1825.
Stephen Riggs - Missionary to the Dakota and Chippewa Nations
Tatemina—Round Wind - The thirty-ninth Man
The blizzard of 1826 - 30 lodges caught on prairie, about 75 died, cannibalism.
Thomas Williamson - Doctor Williamson was an early missionary, ran the Lac qui Parle Mission. Involved in translating the Bible.
TREATY OF 1825 - Aug 19, 1825, Prairie du Chien. Established boundaries as lines on a map
Wabasha - Highest Chief in Mdewakanton Dakota (Santee) fire of the Dakota Nation
Warren - Interrupted the treaty meeting with false claims of money owed him
Seven Fires of Dakota Nation:
(Dakota) Santee, Eastern Dakota
Mdewakanton
Wahpeton
Wahpekute
Sisseton
(Nakota) Western Dakota
Yankton
Yanktonai
(Lakota) Teton
Sioux Legend
They were there from the beginning of time. There was one land base and one ocean. They began to fight and eventually began to hurt the earth. She gave out warnings, but they didn’t listen so she began to shake and the land divided into separate islands to isolate the people and give them a second chance. They started over as separate people, but as time went on, they began killing again, and the earth, again, sent out warnings to stop. They didn’t listen. This time, she shook and the land opened and swallowed. When she finished shaking, they were inside of her. A trickster lured the people back to the surface by turning himself into a buffalo to draw the people out. The place of their return is in the Black Hills of South Dakota. They are known, simply, as Oyate—The People.
Chapter 1
Anton McAllister
Damn it mon . . . ya beat me again.
McAllister threw down his cards with venom while the Indian seated opposite cackled in glee at the Scotsman’s misfortune. It was the third hand in a row and Jacob was wild-eyed, in part due to blathering intoxication.
In general, things came easily to Jacob McAllister. He enjoyed good looks and physical stature beyond most men, and women adored him; tall, a superb athlete, but with a failing centered on alcohol, a lazy disposition, and a total lack of moral character.
They had been at it for seven hours, drinking cheap whiskey over the game that turned heavily in favor of the Indian, and Jacob’s bile overflowed. As his left hand slammed the remainder of his stake on the table, his right reached to his side, and with purpose rose to bury the blade of his knife well into the planks serving as their gaming table. One more hand ya naked savage and I slit yer blasted throat ear-t-ear.
The Indian, eyes placid under the influence of substantial amounts of alcohol, misunderstood the action and instead of seeing it as a threat, viewed it as a bet. Jacob’s knife was of unusual beauty with a keen edge that never dulled and was widely admired by all who saw it, and the Indian greatly desired to have it as his own. Thinking it of extreme value, he instructed his Algonquin mates, themselves weak of leg from too much drink, to retire to his lodge and fetch his most valuable possession. They soon returned, since his lodge was the closest to the emporium in which they sat, leading his reluctant daughter.
Through dull eyes, foggy mind, and heightened expectations, Jacob viewed the Indian’s wager with carelessness and accepted the ante.
Cards were dealt and played, and Jacob stumbled from the saloon with his prize in tow while the poor Indian sat in incredulous dismay, watching his daughter dutifully exiting with the Scotsman.
Upon awakening the following afternoon, Jacob stared through painful eyes at his prize, and determining the folly of his actions, reasoned he would return her and demand restitution.
The makeshift camp in which the saloon was located was a conglomeration of diversity. This was a gathering place for immigrants with a desire for total independence and prosperity unavailable to them in their homelands. Among them were many with shady pasts, escaping to avoid prosecution for misdeeds back home. Most were French, some English, Scots, Swedes, and Irish, all there to try their hand at the fur trade, all lusting for the fast track to wealth. Spread among the tents and half-built structures were pockets of Algonquin Indians seeking employment as guides to rich trapping areas known only to them.
With the woman in tow, he stalked the camp looking for the man who had lost her. He found him on the backside of a wooden shed, sound asleep, leaning against the rough-cut planks that formed the shed wall. With careless ease, he placed his boot on the man’s shoulder and pushed him over.
What the hell ya mean, dumpin’ the squaw on me?
Jacob yanked the woman by the wrist and propelled her toward the Indian who was now awake and trying to stand. She narrowly missed plowing into him before slamming into the shed wall.
The unfortunate Indian, not understanding a word, struggled to comprehend what was happening. His head hurt, his mouth was dry, and he had to throw up, and in front of him stood a very large white man who was yelling and gesturing wildly while another person lay on the ground to his left.
Using the wall for support, he straightened and did his best to stop the world from spinning. He stood in an unsteady fashion for a short time before the spinning began anew causing him to lose his balance and stagger in the direction of the invectives being hurtled his way. With arms outstretched, he reached for the white man to avoid falling on his face.
Jacob viewed the move as a threat. Stepping to one side, he drew his knife, and as the Indian fell forward, he plunged it into his chest.
Realizing the impact of his action, he lit out for the wild land to the south figuring to make the White Mountains, where he could hook up with one of the logging outfits known to operate in the area.
On his third night out the weather turned and the high winds drove frozen pellets of snow into the open sleeves and collar of his tattered Mackinaw. With fingers unable to grasp and feet numb from the cold he squatted beneath a large cedar, and hugging its trunk, reconciled his death.
The ethereal figure drifted among the blowing snow closing the distance between them as Jacob struggled to fully open frozen eyelids, then he had the sensation of floating toward the unnoticed opening in the rock wall . . . before he lost consciousness.
***
She was taller than most, thin and angular of body with a wide nose centered on a broad impassive face that would have been more at home on a stodgy squaw. Her Algonquin name was Kanti—Woman Who Sings, and she had been on Jacob’s tail the past three days, fearful of approaching him, yet unable to return to her people. The dishonor of her rejection by the white man ensured her outcast status and a life forever on the fringe of their encampment in virtual servitude. Her best chance was acceptance by the cruel Scotsman who had won her on a bet, so she dogged him, moving with the ease of a deer, following the unmistakable trail left by the man in front.
The signs of a pending storm were evident, and seeing no attempt by the Scotsman to find shelter, she broke away, making a beeline for a promontory ahead, hoping to find a place to ride it out. As if by providence, she happened upon a substantial cave. Blackened rock around the entrance told her it had been used before, and inside was a heap of deadwood, unburned, awaiting the flame. There she huddled by the warmth of the fire for several hours while the wind packed the hard driven snow into exposed crevasses and made huge drifts on the leeward side of trees and boulders. She thought about the man outside, fearsome in countenance yet childlike in his inability to see the signs. She knew she must try to save him.
Leaving the warmth of the cave, the fierce wind slamming ice pellets against her skin, she found it necessary to hold her hand in front of her face, peering between slightly parted fingers to protect her eyes. Struggling forward through the blinding snow, unable to see more than a few feet through the foggy whiteness, the Great Spirit interceded and a momentary calm fell about her, lifting the veil of white and exposing the figure hunkered in the stand of cedars twenty feet to her left. Approaching without hesitation she clamped on to the neck of his Mackinaw and dragged him toward the shelter of the cave.
***
Whitehall, King George County, Virginia
1804
Ten-year-old Lawrence Taliaferro inched along the branch extending nearly the width of the river. Twenty feet below, the water flowed deep and fast through the narrow opening cut between ten-foot vertical walls. He knew from experience if he dropped as near to the far side as possible, the current would deposit him safely into the small eddy pool created downstream. If he bailed too early and fell short, he would have to swim for his life to reach shore before entering the whitewater stretch beyond.
There were four of them and they had been playing together most of the day. The new kid, Thomas Meredith, joined Lawrence, his best friend Timothy Overton, and young Davy Burroughs. Thomas had been nothing but trouble since the outset. This was the first time they let him hang with them and as far as Lawrence was concerned, it would be the last.
Thomas, at thirteen, was the kind of kid that was difficult to like, full of brag and always with a quick answer. To top it off he seemed intent on throwing his weight around, challenging the other three every step of the way. He was especially focused on outdoing Larry Taliaferro, and an earlier provocation is what drove the ten-year-old to his current predicament twenty feet in the air.
It started with a dare from Thomas. You ain’t got the guts to do it.
Shoot, I done a lot more than that before.
Larry’s three older brothers cut him little slack, so he was nonchalant and unfazed by the challenge, a fact that irritated Thomas to no end.
Thomas . . . you have to know . . . Larry’s the best swimmer I ever saw, and he ain’t afraid of nothing.
Timothy Overton knew from experience that Lawrence Taliaferro had never backed away from a reasonable challenge.
I’ll tell you what,
Thomas, wanting to see Larry fail, sweetened the pot, you do it and I’ll do it too.
That’s all it took. The boys watched from safety on the bank as Lawrence worked his way along the branch.
Don’t you be slipping and falling, Lawrence. That water looks pretty bad to me.
Thomas posed, confident that the younger boy would chicken out.
Don’t you worry about me, Thomas. You can start climbing any time now because I’m about ready to fly.
Thomas began to feel something he’d never before encountered. Always the instigator, seldom called on his cavalier dares, he was now expected to follow up for the first time in his life. A primal fear moved through his entire body one section at a time. It started in the pit of his stomach, moving down his legs. Every pore in his body constricted as his nerve endings tingled and shuddered with his building doubt. A chill spread upward, raising the hair on the back of his neck. As the fear rose, he could carry the bluff no further.
He turned to Timothy. I ain’t going up there. You think I’m as stupid as him?
Thomas . . . you have to go. You dared him to do it, now you have to go.
Timothy was appalled.
Ain’t no way I’m going up there. I ain’t scared. I can’t help it if he’s stupid enough to do it. He ain’t brave . . . he’s stupid.
Aw, Thomas. He’s gonna want someone to do it.
Then you go ahead and be as stupid as he is. Shit . . . you’re probably scared to try it.
Bullcrap. So, what if I am afraid? The only reason Larry did it was ’cause you said you’d do it too. Now you have to follow through and do it.
You go right ahead big shot. Show me how it’s done. I ain’t going.
Larry was as far out on the branch as he dared go. His concentration focused on the black water rushing through the cut gorge below, he shifted his weight, pulled his left leg upward and over the branch positioning for the jump, and in one smooth movement launched his body toward the exact spot he knew he must land. He entered the water feet first and began to back paddle with his arms the moment his head went under, having the effect of bobbing him to the surface. The current carried him forward, spinning his body, disorienting him, until he felt the bottom rise beneath. Crawling ashore, he flopped on his back gasping for air. As he had planned, his jump carried him into the eddy.
He lay on the sand bank, eyes closed, chest heaving, gasping for air. With his head clearing and his breathing under control, he opened his eyes, looked up to the extended branch, and was gripped with a sudden pang of apprehension.
A small figure worked his way along the branch. Timothy Overton was inching his way out over the river.
Timmy . . . get off that tree! Go back! It’s too fast! I almost drowned . . . go back!
Timothy, hearing Larry’s scream, stopped inching forward and locked his heels around the branch. Filled with trepidation after hearing the warning, he found himself unable to move as his body tensed.
From below Lawrence watched in horror as his friend slowly tipped to his right. Reaching forward to lock his arms around the branch, Timmy slipped and plummeted into the fastest part of the roiling water.
***
The investigation following the incident was a private but messy affair. The local constable assembled the boys in the Taliaferro sitting room. Timothy’s parents were there; Julie Overton, his mother, sitting to the left of Jeremiah, his father. Timmy was their only child and Julie was wracked with sadness, shoulders hunched, white lace handkerchief pressed to her face.
Opposite the Overtons were Mr. and Mrs. Taliaferro, flanking their youngest son, who stared at the floor, unable to meet the gaze of those sitting opposite.
To the Overton’s right sat Thomas Meredith and his father, Thomas Sr., both with determined, unyielding looks. They had heard gossip about the tragedy and intended to defend the Meredith honor. Mrs. Meredith was at home with a debilitating headache, which had plagued her since the accident.
Lastly, sitting directly behind Thomas, were Clyde and Matilda Burroughs and their son Davy. A full year younger than Lawrence, Davy was a mess. With red eyes, a testament to bouts of unrelenting crying, he fought to maintain a fragile control over his emotions.
Alright . . . boys, we just need to learn what happened out there. We aren’t here to place blame. This isn’t an official proceeding, but we are going to learn exactly what happened so Mr. and Mrs. Overton can start their recovery.
The constable’s delivery was directed to the boys, heartfelt, almost gentle, and intended to soften the proceedings for the sake of all present.
Let’s start with Lawrence.
His head was down. He knew what was coming. He’d faced his parents with answers that were painful memories. He looked up and said in a voice that was steady but so soft the constable had to lean in to hear him, I guess it was my idea. We were playing and just talking and stuff. We got to talking about doing stupid things and I said I could climb out on the limb and jump into the water. Then Thomas dared me to do it . . . so I did.
Is that right? Is that what happened boys?
They nodded in agreement.
Did you know that Timothy was going to do it too?
No. Thomas told me if I did it, he’d do it too. Thomas was supposed to do it.
The constable turned to face the older boy. Is that right, Thomas?
Thomas’s eyes narrowed, and in a clipped voice he answered, Yeah, and I’d a done it too, but Timmy told me he wanted to do it.
Davy Burroughs, who had been crying nearly nonstop since the accident, so distraught it was thought best not to hear his story until now, snapped his bowed head upright. That ain’t right, Thomas, and you know it.