
Background to Averell's Ride
With the Indian Removal Act of 1830, President Andrew Jackson and the United States Congress began forcibly removing the Indians who lived in states and territories east of the Mississippi. The government 'gave' to these Indians land west of the Mississippi, called Indian Territory, which encompassed the lands that would eventually become the states of Nebraska, Kansas, and Oklahoma. The southern portion of Indian Territory, the territory that now represents the state of Oklahoma, was first officially surveyed for the United States government in 1828 by Isaac McCoy, a Baptist missionary to the Indians. McCoy wrote to President Jackson after his survery and suggested that the "Creeks, Choctaws, Cherokees, Seminoles and Chickasaws," be given this southern portion of Indian Territory (Oklahoma), because it was a suitable replacement for the woods, rivers and agricultural lands of Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee, and Florida--the places where these Five Civilized Tribes then lived east of the Mississippi. The Creeks, Choctaws, Cherokees, Seminoles and Chickasaws were called "civilized" because, unlike other Indian tribes, they had adopted Western customs, had purchased land for farming, and were integrating themselves into United States southern culture. But the whites wanted even these "civilized" Indians out of the states and territories east of the Mississippi.

Forts Built In Oklahoma to Protect the Civilized Tribes
However, there was a problem with the relocation from the start. There were Indians already in Indian Territory. These "wild" Indians, known as Plainsmen Indians, resented the civilized tribes coming to their land. The Osage Indians were at war with the Cherokees, the Chickasaw and Choctaw found themselves fighting the Comanche and Apache, and the Creek and Seminole Indians were often raided by Plainsmen tribes who would steal their horses and cattle, ravage their crops, and even capture their women and children. The United States government was forced to build and then heavily staff some additional army forts in Oklahoma to keep the peace among the Indians. Fort Smith (Arkansas) had been established in 1817 and was considered to be the gateway into the unknown wilderness of Indian territory. Seven years later (1824), Fort Gibson became the first United States fort established within Indian territory. Fort Gibson became the receiving and processing place for all civilized Indians who were being relocated from the east during the 1830's. However, Fort Smith and Fort Gibson did not supply enough manpower to keep the peace among the Indians in Indian Territory. In 1842 General Zachary Taylor and was commissioned to build Fort Washita. Fort Washita, pictured here,

The Beginning of the Civil War
On April 12, 1861, Confederate troops opened fire on Fort Sumter, the United States garrison located in Charleston Harbor.

But how could word be given to commander Colonel W. H. Emory, First United States Cavalry, the soldier in command of the district embracing Forts Washita,Arbuckle and Cobb in the Indian Territory that he and his troops were to evacuate? There was no telegraph capability in Indian Territory. How could this evacuation order from Washington D.C. be received by the Union commander in Indian Territory (Oklahoma)? A messenger needed to be sent.
Enter United States Lieutenant William Woods Averell and the most amazing horse ride in American annals.
From Washington, D.C. to Fort Smith

On April 17, 1861, Lieutenant Averell was handed a special War Department order that was to be hand carried over 2,000 miles and given to the commander of the Indian Territory forts. His instructions were to proceed by train to St. Louis, then by coach to Fort Smith, where the quartermaster would outfit him with a horse and supplies that would carry him for the remainder of his journey to Fort Arbuckle (200 miles from Fort Smith), where Lieutenant-Colonel Emory was headquartered. Averell would travel in civilian clothes through the heart of the Confederacy. The special orders would be hidden on his person, and he was instructed to escort the Union troops from Fort Arbuckle north to Fort Leavenworth, Kansas and then make his way back to Washington, D.C. as quickly as possible with a report on the success of his mission. Lieutenant Averell kept a diary that is part of the Official Record of the Union and Confederate Armies. Volume 53, pages 493-496. Averell's journey to St. Louis is in his own words:
"Providing myself with a rough traveling suit of citizen's clothing, I left Washington at 2.45 p. m. on the 17th of April, by the Baltimore and Ohio Railway.At Harper's Ferry, where the train stopped for a few minutes, I saw Capt. Roger Jones, commanding a detachment guarding the arsenal at that point, who informed me of his apprehensions of an attack, and that, aware of the insufficiency of his force to defend the public property, he had made arrangements to destroy it and withdraw his small force into Maryland. The towns and villages through which my journey to Saint Louis was made were alive with agitated people turning out volunteer in response to the call of the President. I arrived at Saint Louis on the evening of the 19th, and left on the morning of the 20th by the first train to Rolla, Mo., where I arrived, 115 miles distant, at 5 in the afternoon.
Leaving Rolla by the first stage coach at 5 a. m. the 22d, with several prominent Southern gentlemen as fellow-passengem, I proceeded, with changing horses, mails, and passengers, toward Fort Smith, through towns wild with secession excitement and rumors of war.The unruly temper of the people and their manifest readiness to embrace any pretext for violence made it necessary for the safety of my dispatches and their suceessful delivery that my name and character should remain unknown. Having assumed a name and purpose suitable to the emergency, I experienced no great difficulty in passing safely through several inquisitions. I was obliged to drive the stage a greater part of the distance between Classville and Bentonville, on account of the drunkenness of the driver, there being no other male passenger. At Evansville I met the intelligence, which momentarily astounded me, that Fort Smith had been captured by a force of secessionists 800 strong, which had come under the command of Colonel Borland from Little Rock. Near the foot of Boston Mountain, on the southern side, the rumor was confirmed by the passengers of a eoach from Fort Smith which we met, happily in a pitchy dark night, which prevented my recognition by some of the lady passengers, wives of army officers who might have known
me."
Trouble in Fort Smith
After avoiding recognition, Averell crossed the Arkansas River by ferry and arrived in Fort Smith on the morning of April 27, 1861, ten days after leaving Washington. However, as he came near the fort he discovered that it had been overtaken the day before by Confederates, the quartermaster who was to resupply him and give him a horse to finish his journey into Indian Territory was in the brig. Averell describes what happened next in his diary.
"Exchanging my gold watch and a little money for a horse, saddle, and bridle with a man whose principal incentive to the trade was his apprehension of losing his horse by public seizure, I mounted for the remainder of the journey. It was 260 miles to Fort Arbuckle (ed. note: Averell overestimates the mileage here). Having been out of the saddle two years on account of my wound, and having just completed a toilsome, jolting journey of 300 miles in a coach, I was in poor condition for the struggle before me. The horse was unbroken to the saddle, and after a fierce but unsuccessful effort to throw me ran wildly away through the sucessive lines of drilling troops, but I managed to guide him in a westerly direction and mastered him before reaching the Poteau River. This stream, 100 yards wide, was bank full and the bridge destroyed. Removing my heavy black overcoat, I swam the horse across, after a fearful struggle, in which I lost my overcoat and also suffered some injury from being struck by the horse."
The Greatest Horse Ride in the History of America

The journey by horseback from Fort Smith to Fort Arbuckle is the stuff of a modern Hollywood adventure movies.

The Evacuation to Kansas
Another reason I find this story so fascinating is because the route taken by Averell, Black Beaver and the Union troops leaving Indian Territory for Kansas led them right through my hometown of Enid, Oklahoma. In 1861 Enid was not a city. The land on which the city now sits is in the middle of what was known in 1861 as The Cherokee Outlet. The United States had promised the Cherokees in eastern Oklahoma a route to the Colorado mountain hunting grounds, unencumbered by white settlers, so the land was "given" to the Cherokees as an "outlet" to Colorado "as long as grass grows and the waters run." The several hundred Union soldiers and loyalists who were evacuating Forts Arbuckle, Cobb and Washita in May of 1861, heading to Kansas, were being led by a Delaware Indian scout and tracker named Black Beaver. Their journey north took them directly through the heart of the Cherokee Outlet. The caravan stretched over one mile long and included many wagons, a few cannons, all the supplies from the forts including horses, hound dogs, a few cattle, plus over two hundred women and children. Black Beaver had been a captain in the United States Army during the Mexican War (1846-1848) and had once lived among the Cherokees himself. He was familiar with the Indian routes taken during hunting season, and he knew that, where the city of Enid now sits, there were five natural springs that flowed into a natural watering hole that gave cool refreshment in a portion of Indian Territory that had few such watering holes. Black Beaver guided the U.S. troops north and on or around May 14, 1861, one thousand United States soldiers and U.S. citizens either refreshed themselves or encamped at what we now call Government Springs Park, the heart of what is now the city of Enid.

The Chisholm Trail Follows Black Beaver's Trail
During the Civil War an Indian trader named Jessie, Chisholm who had moved to Wichita, Kansas, from Indian Territory at the start of the Civil War as well, would sometimes make his way back into Indian Territory to trade goods with the Indians. He would continue this practice after the Civil War as well, loading up on supplies in Wichita and taking wagons south to trade with the Indians near Council Grove (Oklahoma City). The route that Chisholm followed as he went south, and then back north, was the same trail that Black Beaver had blazed four years earlier. The route could still be seen by Chisholm because f the deep impressions and ruts left in the ground by the mile long U.S. Army caravan in May 1861. Chisholm died in 1868, but for twenty years after his death, Texas cattle drovers moved their longhorns from Texas to Kansas following the same trail through Enid, Oklahoma. Millions of steers were driven along what the cowboys called The Chisholm Trail in honor of Jessie Chisholm, but was more accurately called the "Black Beaver Trail" by the Indians in honor of the Black Beaver's sacrifice on behalf of the United States government in leading the U.S. troops out of Indian Territory in 1861.
William Averell's historic ride from Washington D.C. to Indian Territory, to Fort Leavenworth and then back to Washington D.C. from April to June 1861 is a little known historic ride which caused a ripple effect on other events through the end of the century. The abandonment of Indian Territory by Union soldiers led to the Confederates invading Indian Territory unapposed, and the Five Civilized Tribes, for the most part, signed treaties with the Confederates and fought against the Union army during the duration of the war. It was the Indians decision to side with the Confederates that led the U.S. government, after the war, to break the contracts signed with the Indians prior to the war that gave the land in Indian Territory to the Indians "as long as the waters run."

But back to William Averell.
For his bravery, Lieutenant Averell was promoted upon completion of his historic ride. He went on to lead Union troops in several successful battles against Confederates in the east. On retirement from the military, Averell would hold the rank of general. After his military retirement, Averell was appointed general consul to British North America (1866-1869). William Averell was particularly innovative and he died a multi-millionaire after profiting from several inventions, including American asphalt.
I find the Civil War connections to Enid, Oklahoma, including the fascinating John Wilkes Booth, Boston Corbett, and Abraham Lincoln connection, to be nothing short of extraordinary. I hope to compile a short book documenting several of the more startling ones.
In His Grace,
Wade Burleson
14 comments:
Wade,
In 1899, my Grandfather, Hez Ray, died from a barb wire scratch on his 1,000 acre ranch in Indian Territory near Caddo, Oklahoma.
He had two daughters and six sons – the oldest was 15 and the youngest was 6 months. Some of his last words were to his wife, Mary Dee:
Sell this ranch, buy a farm near your brothers in Texas, and you can make preachers out of all the children. (I live a mile from that farm.)
I guess he never dreamed the BFM 2000 would happen. Sorry about the one track mind. :)
The oldest was a missionary in China 30 years and Korea 8 years.
The next to youngest was a preacher – teacher – chaplain.
One grandson was a missionary in Korea 39 years.
One great granddaughter was a missionary.
One great grandson is a missionary in Australia.
One granddaughter died in China at age 5 saying, “Mama, which one is our house?”
A footnote: the first shot on Fort Sumter was fired by an ancestor of mine, one Edmund Ruffin. When the Confederacy was defeated, he wrapped a Confederate flag around his shoulders, left a note saying that he would "rather be dead than live in a country subjugated by the Yankee race," and shot himself.
Check out this for more info on Isaac McCoy. He was very much integral in Missions work to the Midwest Indians
http://sbaoc.org/mccoy.php
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go to www.sbaoc.org
Click on "about"
Scroll down to "Mission Offering"
His info will come up.
Fascinating article. The place names and events are part of our family history.
I am descended from one of those Cherokee women killed by plains tribes. Fortunately they did not kill the baby on her back. Adopted by white parents, she became my great (?) grandma.
Great and fascinating post. Enough reading material for the weekend, to check all the links for further edification. History roots us and connects us to the past.
If we are sharing about family history involving the Civil War,
on my mother's side of the family, there is a Civil War hero.
His name: William James Ausbon, one of the six heroes of the Siege of Petersburg. The story is that he was a private in the Confederacy and was in, behind the 'works' with his brothers-in-arms. The Yankees lobbed a mortar shell into the works that 'spun around like a top', with a fuse burning down. My family member picked it up and threw it over the 'works' where it exploded harmlessly, saving many lives. He was awarded a silver medal by General Beauregard for his actions.
William James Ausbon was the brother of my great-grandfather, Joseph Gray Ausbon, of Plymouth N.C.
The family home still stands. My grandmother, of blessed memory, lived there as an infant. Today, it is on the walking tour of Plymouth as one of five ante-bellum homes.
The Ausbon House was itself the site of a skirmish. A confederate sniper was shooting from one of its windown. He was shot, staggered down the steps into the main hall, and died there.
The bullet holes are still visible upstairs, in the bedroom wall, and the Yankee cannon ball that lodged in the external chimney is now in a museum somewhere in N.C.
My cousin Neva now lives in the home year-round. She has letters from that time, and one of them, by 'Gib', my great-uncle McGilbray Ausbon, is heart-breaking in its humility and requests for a 'suit of clothes' to be made for him from a blanket. Reading the letter from 'Gib', I felt 'connected' to my family in a way that I had not felt before.
We need to write down our family histories. We need to remember those that came before us and those that built up this country. We need to collect and keep their letters and their diaries, so that they still may have a voice in this world. Love, L's
Great stories all!
I really appreciate the historic connections all of you have given. It makes me feel I know each of you a little better.
:)
Thanks!
wade
Wade,
I forgot to tell you what a great story you’ve told us. Now if we could only turn it around that Averell was a Confederate. :)
I had a relative in the battle of Shiloh As an officer he was checking the night sentries and found one asleep. Instead of having him shot, he took his place. The sentries were the first to die in the surprise attack.
Half a mile from our home is a historical marker where the last White woman was killed by Indians in Texas.
We grew up hearing Indians stories from our father: Big Foot Wallace was hated by the Indians as he had killed many of them. One day Wallace was alone and Indians saw him as he came over a hill. They jumped on their faster horses and charged, but he spurred his horse at them yelling, “Come on men! Here they are! Follow me!”
When the Indians disappeared in the forest, Wallace turned around.
Maybe that story came in handy when my father was miss-directed by an MP on locating a town to print Chapel Chimes in World War II.
He ended up in ‘no-man’s land’ with a group of Germans. On a dark night, driving with the Jeep’s ‘cat eyes’, he stopped and lay in a ditch. Being a Chaplin, he had no gun.
As the group got closer he heard the ‘click’ as they took their ‘burp guns’ off safety. He wanted to surrender but was afraid they’d shoot him.
He yelled, “Hey there!” (He had the loudest voice I’ve ever heard as we could hear him at our ball games.)
The Germans ran and he turned around. I figure that MP got a real ‘chewing-out’.
Michael Ruffin, your story is very tragic in the death of your relative.
There may be some truth that kids grew up thinking ‘dam Yankee’ was one word.
Grandfather was a great Indian fighter – grandmother was an Indian. (Jeff, it’s a joke. :) ref. Wednesday 09, 10:44AM)
Wade, I think you expressed our feelings also when you said, “…makes me feel I know each of you a little better.”
Wade, I believe the Lieutenant qualifies for a Medal of Honor. Compare his feats and the (literally) thousands of lives he saved while risking his own many times etc.
Something to ask a Senator of General about. It's never to late to honor a true hero like he should be honored.
just a thought
Darrell
Wade,
When my father was 83, he and my mother went for a two week mission trip to Brazil.
Some town flew a Confederate flag. Many of the people had blue eyes. After the Civil War, their ancestors had left the South and relocated in Brazil.
I don’t know if that’s in any history books or not.
Rex & Michael,
I once read about that "colony" of expatriot Southerners living in Brazil. It was in "Civil War Timnes Illustrated" magazine, although I no loger have that issue. And it confirmed that their descendents were still in Brazil, at least when the story was published, either in the 1970s or '80s. I never saw anything about them elsewhere.
There are always some folks who are unable to adjust to peacetime after a war is over. I once saw a LeMat grapeshot revolver (the sidearm of choice for Confederate officers, designed by a doctor from New Orleans and made in France for the Confederacy) covered in post-Civil War engraving in a Middle Eastern style. The owner survived the war, and then exiled himself, serving in some Middle Eastern army for years afterwards. He too had said that he could not stand to live under "yankee domination," just took it a different direction than did Edmund Ruffin.
The Civil War divided families. Mary Todd Lincoln had relatives who served in the Confederate Army, including a brother-in-law who was a Confederate general. While my direct Georgia ancestors were in Jackson's Corps of the Army of Northern Virginia, a lateral ancestor--one of their Indiana cousins--was serving in the Army of the Tennessee, and in fact was awarded the Medal of Honor for his actions at Shiloh.
John
John,
Thanks for the verification. My parents were there in 1980. They liked my father’s preaching enough to talk him in to staying a week longer.
In his later years, he never knew what time it was or how long he had talked. He had a system worked out that mother would raise her Bible and he would close.
Of course sometimes he forgot to look and once she was standing waving the Bible side to side.
Also there was a problem with his short memory as the translator took too long and he would forget what he said. More than one sermon covered Genesis to Revelation.
He said if he were a young man, he would settle in Brazil.
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