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On the eighteenth day of May, 1836, all slept at the fort, James W. Parker, Nixon and Plummer repairing to their field, a mile distant, on the Navasota, early next morning, little thinking of the great calamity that was soon to befall them. They had scarcely left when several hundred Indians (accounts as to the number of Indians vary from three hundred to seven hundredprobably there were about five hundred), Comanches and Kiowas, made theirappearance on an eminence within three hundred, yards of the fort. Those who remained in the fort were not prepared for an attack, so careless had they become in their fancied security. The Indians hoisted a white flag as a token of their friendly intentions, and upon the exhibition of the white flag, Mr. Benjamin Parker went out to have a talk with them The Indians artfully feigned the treacherous semblance of friendship, pretending that they were looking for a suitable camping place, and inquired as to the exact locality of a water hole in the vicinity, at the same time asking for a beef, as they said they were very hungry. Not daring to refuse the requests of such a formidable body of savages, Mr. Benjamin F. Parker told them they should have what they wanted. Returning to the fort he stated to the inmates that in his opinion the Indians were hostile and intended to fight, but added he would go back to them and try to avert it. His brother Silas remonstrated, but he persisted in going, and was immediately surrounded and killed, whereupon the wholeby the sight of bloodcharged upon the fort, uttering the most terrific and unearthly yells that ever greeted the ears of mortals. The sickening and bloody tragedy was soon enacted. Brave Silas M. Parker fell outside of the fort while he was gallantly fighting to save Mrs. Plummer. Mrs. Plummer made a desperate resistance, but was soon overpowered, knocked down with a hoe and made captive. Samuel M. Frost and his son Robert met their fate while heroically defending the women and children inside the stockade. Old Granny Parker was stabbed and left for dead. Elder John Parker, wife and Mrs. Kellogg attempted to make their escape, and in the effort had gone about three-fourths of a mile when they were overtaken and driven back near to the fort, when the old gentleman was stripped, murdered, scalped and horribly mutilated. Mrs. Parker was stripped, speared and left for dead, but by feigning death escaped, as will be seen further on. Mrs. Kellogg was spared as a captive. The result summed up as follows: KilledEiderJohn Parker, aged seventy-nine; Silas M. and Benjamin F. Parker; Samuel M. and his son Robert Frost. Wounded dangerouslyMrs. John Parker, old Granny Parker and Mrs. Duty. CapturedMrs. Rachel Plummer, daughter of James W. Parker, and her son, James Pratt Plummer, two years of age; Mrs. Elizabeth Kellogg; Cynthia Ann Parker, nine years old, and her little brother, John Parker, aged six years, children of Silas M. Parker. The remainder of the inmates making their escape, as we shall narrate. When the attack on the fort first commenced, Mrs. Sarah Nixon made her escape and hastened to the field to advise her father, husband and Plummer of what had occurred. On her arrival Plummer hurried off on horseback to inform Faulkenberry, Lunn, Bates and Anglin, who were at work in their fields. Parker and Nixon started to the fort, but the former met his family on the way and carried them some five miles down the Navasota, secreting them in the bottom. Nixon though unarmed, continued on towards the fort, and met Mrs. Lucy, wife of SilasParker (killed), with her four children, just as they were intercepted by a small party of mounted and foot Indians. They compelled the mother to lift her daughter Cynthia Ann and her little son John behind two of the mounted warriors. The foot Indians then took Mrs. Parker, her two youngest children and Nixon towards fort. As they were about to kill Nixon, David Faulkenberry appeared with his rifle and caused them to fall back. Nixon, after his narrow escape, from death, seemed very much excited and immediately left in search of his wife, soon falling in with Dwight, with his own and Frost's family. Dwight and party soon overtook J. W. Parker and went with him to the hiding place in the bottom. Faulkenberry thus left with Mrs. Parker and her two children, bade her to follow him. With the infant in her arms and leading the other child she obeyed. Seeing them leave the fort the Indians made several attempts to intercept them but were held in check by the brave man's rifle. Several mounted warriors armed with bows and arrows, strung and drawn,and with terrific yells, would charge them, but as Faulkenberry would present his gun they would halt, throw up their shields, right about, wheel and retire to a safe distance. This continued for some distance, until they had passed through a prairie of some forty or fifty acres. Just as they were entering the woods the Indians made a furious charge, when one warrior more daring than the others, dashed up so near that Mrs. Parker's faithful dog seized his horse by the nose, whereupon both horse and rider somersaulted, alighting on their backs in the ravine. At this moment Silas Bates, Abram Anglin and Evan Faulkenberry, armed, and Plummer, unarmed, came up, causing the Indians to retire, after which the party made their way unmolested. As they were passing through the field where the three men had been at work in the morning, Plummer, as if aroused from a dream, demanded to know what had become of his wife and child. Armed only with a butcher knife, he left the party, in search of his loved ones, and was seen nomore for six days. The Faulkenberrys, Lunn and Mrs. Parker, secreted themselves in a small creek bottom, some distance from the first party, each unconscious of the other's whereabouts. At twilight Abraham Anglin and Evan Faulkenberry started back to the fort to succor the wounded and those who might have escaped. On their way, and just as they were passing Faulkenberry's cabin, Anglin saw his first and only ghost. He says: "It was dressed in white, with long white hair streaming down its back. I admit that I was more scared at this moment than when the Indians were yelling and charging us. Seeing me hesitate, my ghost now beckoned me to come on. Approaching the object, it proved to be old Granny Parker, whom the Indians had wounded and stripped, with the exception of her under garments. She had made her way to the house from the fort, by crawling the entire distance. I took her some bed clothing, and carrying her some rods from the house, made her a bed, covered her up, and left her until we should return from the fort. On arriving at the fort we could notsee a single individual alive, or hear a human sound. But the dogs were barking, the cattle lowing, the horses neighing, and the hogs squealing, making a hideous and strange medley of sounds. Mrs. Parker had told me where she had left some silver, one hundred and six dollars and fifty cents. This I found under a hickory bush by moonlight. Finding no one at the fort, we returned to where I had hid Granny Parker. On taking her up behind me, we made our way back to our hiding place in the bottom, where we found Nixon, whom we had not seen since his cowardly flight at the time he was rescued by Faulkenberry, from the Indians."
Enlighten me - they even said this at the fort when we visited.PabloSerna said:
Except it didn't happen that way.
whoop1995 said:Enlighten me - they even said this at the fort when we visited.PabloSerna said:
Except it didn't happen that way.
PabloSerna said:
Except it didn't happen that way.
Ok so your argument is that everyone is wrong with their knowledge and you want us to research more without giving any direction or help to understand your position.PabloSerna said:
You may persist in this ignorance, but there is more information out there if you spend the time to look. I'm not anti-Sully, but again.. persist in the ignorance. Sums up your drivel from what I have read.
