The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 43, July 1939 - April, 1940 Page: 159
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The Autobiography of Andrew Davis
lie down again until just time to prepare for breakfast. He did
this way the morning he was killed. After father had been lying
down a short time, Suse, the cook woman, came to the back door
and called my stepmother and said, "Miss Margarett, there are
Indians about the place." This kind of an announcement would
naturally panic a lady. She whirled to my father and said, "Mr.
Davis, Suse says there are Indians about the house." Father arose
with his usual self-possession, walked to the door, and said, "Suse,
what makes you think there are Indians about?" "Why !" she
said, "because I hear them hollowing at the lot like owls."
"Well," said father, "that is just what it is; it is nothing but
owls you hear," and added, "Suse, you know that you are a great
coward. Now go back to the kitchen and see that you have your
breakfast in time."
Just about daybreak, father got up, walked to the front gate.
There he met Mr. McGlothen, a young man father had hired; they
stepped out in front of the gate and were standing talking. At
that moment the Indians fired upon them from the horse lot some
sixty yards away. The young man was not hurt; his clothes were
torn some, he had also a lock of hair cut from his head. My
father had one arm broken and received a deadly shot in the
breast, ranging through the region of the heart and lungs; he
The evening before my father was killed there had fallen a
heavy rain. This rain drove twelve or fifteen scouts to our house
who had been out from Fort Lidy, hunting for Indian signs. If
they had not been at our house, the Indians would have murdered
the whole family. After they fired upon father and the young
man, they raised the terrifying Indian war whoop and came run-
ning like hyenas. Just at the time the Indians had arrived at
the yard fence and some of them on the fence, these rangers
threw the door open, which showed such a number of men that
it made them afraid to venture. They dropped back, retired, and
in a moment they were out of sight.
The rangers, not apprehending any danger, were in no condi-
tion for immediate action; there was not, therefore, a gun fired
at the Indians. I was a mere child at the time my father was
killed and was not at home at that time. The evening before
father sent an old servant and myself to Fort Lidy after some
hogs that he had left there; for the family had been in the fort
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