Indian Pioneer Papers - Index
Indian Pioneer History Project for Oklahoma
Date: December 28, 1937
Name: Quintus Herndon
Post Office: Hugo, OK
Date of Birth: May 4, 1861
Place of Birth: near Wilton, Arkansas
Information on Father:
Information on Mother:
Field Worker: Hazel B. Greene
An interview with Quintus
On driving cattle through and settling in the Indian Territory in the 1880's
I was born May 4, 1861, near
Wilton, Arkansas; my first wife, Rosa PEBWORTH, a quarter-blood Choctaw
Indian, was born in 1871 and died in 1912. I was about eighteen years old when
I left home and went to Ultima-Thule, Arkansas, in 1879. I stayed there and
worked for Mr. DOLLARHIDE five years. He had a store, gin, plantation and lots
of stock right there on the Arkansas-Indian Territory line. He also had the
contract to carry the mail from Ultima-Thule to Atka, Indian Territory. He employed
boys to carry it in relays. They boarded along the route and rode Mr.
Dollarhide's ponies. There boys were supposed, of course, to keep their board
and feed bills paid but Mr. Dollarhide was responsible for them, or at least,
he felt that he was. One boy would carry the mail as far as he could easily on
one day and return, then another would carry it on from there the same way. So
he had four boys under Ultima-Thule and Atoka.
Once some of the boys got
behind with their board bills, and Mr. Dollarhide told me to go over the
route, pay the bills, and get some new carriers. I had to take the mail, too
this time. I would ride until I would meet a boy and we would exchange ponies
and so on until I had reached the end of the route, at Atoka. I spent a night
a Lukfata, one at Doaksville and one at Goodland Post Office, and one seven
miles west of Boggy, with Jim JERRY. I got into Atoka on Sunday morning,
nearly a date late, owing to high water and snow. It was in February and there
was snow on the ground almost all of the way. That postmaster at Atoka blessed
me out for coming in there on Sunday and said he had a mind not to give me the
mail but he threw the mail bags out at me anyway.
There was something wrong
with the regular carrier pony so I had to ride a mule. The post office was
right behind the railroad tracks and that old mule just refused to cross the
tracks. I turned him around and backed him to cross the tracks. I turned him
around and backed him across and on the quarter of a mile or more to the top
of the hill on the route. When we got to the tope of the hill, I tied the mail
sacks on securely and got a club. I ran and trotted and beat that mule along
the entire twelve miles to Jim Jerry's place where I left him and gave Jim
$1.00 to loan me a pony to carry the mail on to Nelson, a distance of
seventeen miles. He was a pretty little sleek, grass-fed pony and was just
about worn out by the time I had gone ten miles. I had to pet and coax him
along and we got to Colonel Nelson's at the Nelson Post Office in the night
way late. I am not sure that Colonel Nelson was postmaster that but I am sure
he had a pretty good store there and a nice home. The next night with a fresh
horse, I made it to Wheelock, the next day to Jeff Gardner's at Eagleton.
Gardner was postmaster at Eagleton. The river was up, so I was late getting
home next day. There was no ferry at that time so I had to wait for the water
to run down. I got home and made a vow then and there that if the Lord would
forgive me for that trip I would never again ride with another bag. I had had
so much trouble and the trip took about two weeks. E. W. TIMS was postmaster
at Doaksville, I believe.
This county has changed so
much. I know that in 1883 I bought a bunch of cattle, two hundred and
twenty-five head, I believe, at Arkadelphia, and drove them from there to a
place close to Stillwater, a distance of perhaps four hundred miles and we
crossed only one railroad on the trip. That was the M. K. & T at Atoka.
After I got up there I hired out to a rancher and stayed there several months
and rode a line fence. I rode thirty miles each day. I had a cabin in which to
camp at all times.
But back to my drive up
there. We drove the cattle by Ultima-Thule thence to Doaksville, then across
Kiamichi River at Rocky Chimney Crossing, thence to the Jack McCurtain place a
little southeast of Nelson. We stopped there and stayed a week, letting the
cattle graze and rest up. We just camped and rested up too. Jack McCurtain had
a store there on his ranch and that was something we hated to leave because
stores were few and far between and when we did get to one, we could get
supplies that we usually did not carry along on the trail. Then too, we would
renew our tobacco supply at each store. They didn't call these places ranches
in those days, it was just Jack's or Bill's or So and So's place. There were
three of the McCurtain brothers and everyone of them was Governor of the
Choctaw Nation at a different time.
We left Arkadelphia, Arkansas
in May. We were on the road a couple of months or more with that bunch of
cattle. We just grazed them along and took our own good time about it. There
were no fences to hinder our progress and if we came to a stream that was on a
rise we simply camped and grazed the cattle there until the water ran down.
I made two trips to Kansas
with cattle. The first one was in 1881. I was at Arkansas City, Kansas when
the news of the assassination of President Garfield was brought there.
Where the Chisholm Trail
crossed the Cimarron River is the place where I first saw blanket Indians.
They were Cheyennes, evidently going to the Agency for supplies. A bunch of
them with wagons and teams and on horseback were just traveling across the
prairies, not pretending to keep in a road or trail. We didn't get near them
because I was afraid of them. A few days later when we had lost some cattle
and another fellow and I were sent out to hunt for them; we emerged from a
thicket on a hill and saw a big bunch of those blanket Indians down there in
the valley barbecuing beeves, but we didn't go over near them or ask them any
questions. I felt like our quest was at an end, so we returned to camp. I was
glad when I got back to the Choctaw Nation; I felt at home here.
I never heard any of those
Cheyenne or Comanche Indians do anything but grunt and make signs. I never
heard them talk. I don't believe they have a written language. The Cherokees
have an alphabet all their own. The Choctaw language has been printed and
several "Definers" have been printed, among which is the one written
by Cyrus Byington which was considered one of the best, Judge Ben WATSON at
Lukfata wrote one, too, which was considered a good one. Judge Watson was a
white man who came to the Indian Territory and married a full-blood Choctaw
woman and became a leader among the Indians. He came here in 1872. He ran a
store, raised stock and acted as an attorney for the Indians until he became a
My wife was one-quarter
Choctaw Indian, Rosa Pebworth. I believe that Mrs. Bell AIRINGTON, at Broken
Bow is the grandmother of my first wife. Her mother was an Airington. I mean
the Indian Belle Airington who is a hundred and seven years old.
In 1887 we came right here,
just about a hundred yards from here, just about four miles southeast of the
present town of Garvin and with Bill STANLEY and his wife camped here in the
woods and began making our homes. It was to us the prettiest country in the
world. There was an old log house not far away that had been built fifty years
before we came along. It was made of hewn red oak logs. I bought the logs for
$5.00 and cleared a place to set them up, and began building our mansion. I
hauled flooring and lumber for doors and window shutters eighteen miles. We
were contented in that house, but our rapidly growing family seemed to need a
larger one, so we built the one I live in now, in 1895. The old one is still
standing out there on the hill in fair condition, in spite of its hundred
years of use. People live in it now.
I hauled the lumber for this
house from Dr. Ben DENISON's mill at Bokhoma, twenty-three miles and a two
Soon after we settled on this
place I build the school house and we called it Forest Hill School and church
and cemetery. They have built a fine school house and call it Herndon near
Forest Hill. I was school trustee here for twenty-two years. A thankless task.
I have resided here most of the time for fifty years. It has always been home,
even during the years that I operated and owned stores at Kullituklo and
Lukfata; I still consider this place my home.
My first trip I made to
Wheelock was in '88. Jimmy GARDNER had a store there and he resided a mile
east of there at the old Mickale LEFLORE place where LeFlore had built a good
home. When LeFlore lived there he had a little store and a horse gin, the kind
that was worked by a horse hitched to a lever which went around and around.
The press was a big wooden screw.
When the Civil War broke out
the school at Wheelock was headed by a fellow by the name of EDWARDs, who was
a Northern man and he got away as quickly as possible. Then he returned in
1883 and probably was the one who promoted the rebuilding and resuming of the
Mission School. At any rate, a decision was made to rebuild the buildings that
had fallen into decay; some of them had been burned, as Tobe WRIGHT and John
COOPER put up a sawmill on Glover Creek, expressly to furnish lumber for those
buildings. The old stone walls of the church were standing, the roof was gone,
windows broken out, the floors were rotted, bushes, briars and even one big
tree had grown up within the walls. But they were all cleaned out and the
church rebuilt. There was still one old residence there and west of there,
about a mile and half was the Jerry GARDNER place, right where Millerton is
now; a big double log house.
The nucleus, I guess you
might call it; of the present administration building was built and the school
was opened again in about 1884. The present administration building is built
around the original one that was built about 1885 (sic).
The Reverend Mr. Edwards
married my first wife and me under the Choctaw law. In those days it was the
law to have twelve signers to a petition for a marriage license. Then the
petition was sent to the District Clerk who happened to be Ben WATKINS then at
Lukfata. Later he was District Judge and held court at Alikchi. A marriage
license cost $100.00 but on could pay for it in county scrip and buy that from
50 to 75 cents on the dollar.
I had an interest in a store
at Kullituklo for twelve years, and I lived there four years. I have been
prosperous; I was second Vice-president of the First National Bank of Idabel
for years. I also had stock in the bank at Haworth. I am broke now. My wife
and I are receiving old age assistance.
[Submitter's comments: Rosa
Pebworth Herndon was one-half Choctaw even though she was put on the rolls as
one-eighth. Rosa's mother was Mary Ann Airington Pebworth. Belle Haney
Airington was the wife of William Airington, Mary Ann's brother, making her
Mary Ann's sister-in-law.]
Submitted by Wanda