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The Flight of Na-me-sa

     Based on an incident in the Black Hawk
War.
1   During what is called the Battle
of Bad Axe, the fate of the
Sauk or Sac
Indians was decided, which modern
historians have called a massacre.
    The Bad Axe River, east of the Mississippi,
 
is a little above the northern border of Iowa,
to the west
(43 degrees, 30 minutes north
latitude).                                              
     The battle occurred a few miles below the
 river
's mouth, across from Iowa.

    This poem tells of the remarkable escape
of a Sac Indian woman named Na-Me-sa with her
infant, across the Mississippi River.  Apart from
what was found in a brief history,  one may
posit some details,with reason, from the
possibles and probables, as is done here. 
JR

                    * * * * * * *
Na-me-sa.

At the Mississippi flow,
She fled, to escape the foe!

As the Indian fortunes sank,
With her little one, she sought
To flee to the farther bank,
Beyond the battle being fought
...

In the heat of the fray, bellicose,
Na-me-sa held her infant close;
She snugged it in a blanket,
             something like a sheath
And held the blanket with her teeth.

She seized the tail of a horse
And plunged into the water,
To span the river
's course,
And evade the Indian slaughter.

The horse ahead a-swimming,
And she, the water skimming.
The
buoyant surface cleft,
And behind the battle left.

She was aware of an underwater kick
Of equine hooves, as back they'd flick;
The pony propelled the water through,
Its legs like paddles of a birchen canoe

Around her
, the river roiled,
Its turbulence bubbled like
boiled;
As the churning water did seeth
, 2
She clung to her child with her teeth.

A possible distress from
Within the woven blanket inside,
A wailing might've come,
As the frightened child cried...

Na-me-sa would feel it in her heart
But she needed to onward strive;
And yet, its cry would
too impart:
That her baby was still alive!

Bite hard, O mother, bite!
And keep the other bank in sight...
With your nostril breathe
your breath,
Open not your mouth, by lapse to death!

She feared losing her dental grip:
That from her,
might the blanket slip,
And
sink to the water beneath,
With th
e little life she did bequeath...

As she glimpsed the farther land,
She focused, intent to keep in hand
The tail that switched away a fly,
Th
is brush, that helped them not to die.

Her dental may've been worn a bit,
And hurt, but with resolve and grit
 3
She was steadfast, like an arrow inclined,
From out
her quiver of will and mind...

Beyond the watery wake,
The sound of battle, begun by mistake;
Where sadly in the river's flood,
The current would be tinged with blood!

Alas, there, a massacre
Did happen and occur!
O sad the Indian plight,
The casualties from the fight.

While pulled more distant from there,
Her hands kept hold the strands of hair;
The other side was closer now at last...
As she clung,
her teeth and fingers fast.

With herself still drawn in tow,
Her horse scrambled out onto the bank,
And from its tail, she now let go,
After being pulled up, with a yank!

O'er mud she did likely slide,
And landed the river beside:
She now could her infant tend,
As the Mississippi its way did wend.

--So escaped this mother Sac,
Away from the terror of attack...
O Na-me-sa, you crossed the water,
You saved your child, O Indian daughter!

More peril was still lay out ahead,
But this Sac lay not, among the dead:
For now the native Na-me-sa
,
4
Was safe, on the soil of I-o-wa.

                                 John Riedell

1. P. 1035, Vol XXXVII, The Black Hawk War 1831-1832,
Collection of Illinois State Historical Society)
2. An older term.

3. Here the term "grit" refers to a "firmness of mind or spirit : unyielding courage in the face of hardship or danger." But the word might also play off the idea that when she ground kernels of corn on a mortar, some pieces of grit might've gotten loose and mixed in with the meal, especially if the mortar was sandstone. This could've had long-term, abrasive effect on her teeth. While she held on with all the strength she had, one might wonder about what her dental condition was.
4.  Inquiries were made to Historic Preservation Department of the Meskwaki Nation - Fox and Sac Tribe of the Mississippi in Iowa, Tama, Iowa, directed by Johnathan Buffalo.  He thought her name could have to do with the a word for fish and might derive from the Fish Clan of the Sac Tribe.   The Fox language has a similar word meaning  fish spelled "Namese."   His curator, Mary Young Bear, said the letter "s"is also written with the letter "d'.

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Na-me-sa joined others who made it across the river. She testified that they traveled fast. From the context of what's attributed to her, they encamped seven days after they crossed the Mississippi, and were attacked by Sioux at sunrise. As fortune would have it, she was on a horse, and ran off, hearing firing behind. She saw six Sacs killed and many wounded. As she fled, she repeatedly heard the words: "I'm a Winnebago." The context isn't clear, but perhaps it was the plaintive cry of those who were about to die or in danger of it.

Since the child was an infant, we should consider whether the child was born during the trek of the Indians, attempting to escape the Whites and to reach the Mississippi to cross back over.   Na-me-sa could've been weakened by the ordeal and even emaciated.    Her exploit, remarkable as it was, might been even a little more remarkable.

Think of what this mother endured for her child to save its life, and compare this to what some mothers do today in ridding themselves of the life within.

(I feel some affinity by geography and sentiment to the Sac Indians and to their leader Black Hawk, as I was born and grew up on a farm in Sac County, Iowa, named for the Sauk people [Sac being a variant].  A nearby glacial lake is called Black Hawk, and was named after the Sauk leader.  We had a stone statue of him near the lake, which was sculpted by Harry Stinson, who was assisted by Grant Wood.   The stream which wound through our pastureland was called the Indian Creek, a tributary of the Raccoon River.

When
my great grandfather, Jeff P. Kruser, a pioneer immigrant from Denmark, settled in Iowa in the 1870's, he said in a 1946 interview that there were Indians "along the Raccoon river."  In 1877 he married Emma Goodenow and settled on a 40-acre tract having "a clear water spring," their home being a dugout.  They bought the farm I knew in three 40-acre parcels.  On a hill, above the creek, on the north side of the farm, artifacts were found in recent years.)

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