H. D. Low
Birth date: March 6, 1860
Birthplace: Kansas
Post Office: Davis, Okla.
Field Worker: John F. Daugherty
Date: August 26, 1937
Interview #: 8372
Father: Jonathan Low
Birthplace: Ohio
Mother: Suzann Rodman
Birthplace: Ohio
I came to the Territory with my parents in 1873 from
Kansas. we settled in Blue County in the Choctaw
Nation, about fifteen miles from Caddo. The Katy
Railroad had just gotten to Durant. There was only one small
store in Durant at this time. It was owned and operated by Dixon
Durant. We lived near Durant for several years.
One day I started with a load of corn to the mill at Colbert.
It was raining and there was no road. I had to pick my way as
I went. When I got there it was late, and there was many ahead
of me, so I turned my horses loose to graze. I had to stay all
night and most of the next day before I could get my corn ground.
When I got ready to go it was almost dark, but I started.
I could not see a thing, but the horses took me safely .
They had only the trail which the wagon had made coming to Colbert
from Durant.
I was married to Melvina Ingram, a Choctaw Indian, August
6, 1882, according to the Choctaw Indian Law. I knew Judge
Folsom very well and he let me have a license for eight dollars
instead of the usual fifty.
We moved to Scipio, northwest of McAlester in the
Choctaw nation. Those were troublesome times for the political
parties among the Indians. They were bitter toward each other.
There were the Buzzard and Eagle parties among the
Choctaws. Each party fought hard to place its men in power.
At one election they almost had a war, and it was necessary for the
United States Soldiers from Fort Smith to take a hand and quiet
them.
George Choate was sheriff of Tobucksy County and he
was an Eagle. One day he came to a camp meeting near my .
During the day a runner came and warned him that the Buzzards were
coming for him. some of his friends hid him in my corn crib
and stood guard all day. The Buzzards did not get there,
but if they had, there would probably have been a small war.
I used to attend Indian ball games. When one county played
against another, and the players were very rough, many of the
players were injured and occasionally one would be killed.
They often used their ball sticks for clubs to beat each
other. There was heavy betting on the game. They
would bet horses, wagons, cattle, beads, and I have even seen the
women pull their dress and moccasins off and bet them.
The players wore only breech clouts with squirrel or cow tails
attached and they wore moccasins on their feet. They drank hot
coffee to make them sweat, so nobody could hold them, and greased
themselves with axle grease. Their faces were painted with
poke-berry juice. some of the women got small branches of
trees and ran about whipping the men on their bare legs and backs,
whooping and yelling as they did so. These women were
often knocked down and trampled in the fray, but they always arose
with a whoop, and went after their men again with their switches.
The enmity became so great between Tobucksy County and San Bois
County that Governor Green McCurtain issued a proclamation
prohibiting different counties from competing with each other in
these games. They could play ball in their own county, but not
with players from other counties.
I served as a juror at the old court ground at Red Oak in
the Choctaw Nation when a young man was sentenced to be whipped for
stealing a yearling. He appeared on the day set. Two men
took him by the arms, pulling them around a post. The sheriff
did the whipping. They gave him only thirty licks. This
was done with white hickory switches. There was a pile of
these switches nearby, and when one switch frayed and frazzled out
at the end it was thrown away and a new one taken from the pile.
I saw another young man receive ninety nine licks for stealing
for the second time. He fainted several times. The
men who were doing the whipping revived him and stood him up again
to receive the rest of his punishment.
I attended a Green Corn Dance in the Creek Nation. This was
a medicine dance. They took medicine made of herbs which
they gathered and boiled all day to make a tea. Then they
fasted. Then they danced and feasted for two days. The
women wore terrapin shells filled with gravel tied around their
ankles. On the afternoon of the second day each one danced
alone. There was a man sitting on a platform, who was the
Chief of the Green Corn Dance. They saluted him, singing
a doleful song. He had a long handled gourd with a rock in it,
with which he beat a tattoo. They danced around him, and as
each dancer came in front of this chief, he or she saluted him.
At night both men and women danced around a camp fire and the
High Chief did not occupy his seat on the platform.
I began preaching in 1892. I did missionary work for which
I received no pay. I strapped my saddle riders to my
saddle and got on my horse each Saturday morning to go
to an appointment for services to last through Sunday.
The first couple I married was a run-away pair from the Creek
Nation. They awakened me after midnight. It was a cold
frosty night in the fall. The girl was bare-footed and
bareheaded. They had no license, and I wrote a statement that
they had been married by me near Scipio.
I served on the jury in the litigation over the town site of
McAlester. When the Rock Island Railroad was
built through the Choctaw Nation, crossing the Katy Railroad
at McAlester, two men who were intermarried citizens named Fritz
Sittle and Henry Trout claimed the land which was
selected as the town site. Each claimed that he was the
rightful owner, and a big lawsuit ensued. This was won by
Trout after a period of eight days in court. there were five
attorneys on each side, among whom were Jerry Folsom, Joe Gardner
and Mr. Yandell.
I enrolled with the Dawes Commission at McAlester about
1900. I was required to produce my marriage certificate as
proof of intermarriage, before they would place me on the rolls.
I filed on my land at Tishomingo. My allotment was in Murray
County. I moved here in 1906 and have lived here
continuously since.
Transcribed by Brenda Choate & Dennis Muncrief, January,
2001.
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