My Name Was Saucy Jack

I was taken captive by a party of Creek Indians in 1779.  I was born in Virginia or Georgia in 1770 and my father fought in the American Revolution as a Captain from the State of Georgia. I was captured during a raid in Wilkes County Georgia.  After my capture I was carried into the Creek Indian Nation.  I was adopted into the family of a Medicine Man whose son had died.  I was raised from that time in an honored clan of the Medicine Man who was the spiritual leader of the town.  I had been born Daniel Eades, the son of Captain John Eades who was born in Dublin, Ireland.  I was given a new name, Saucy Jack.  In 1792 or 1793 I was in Hillabee town in the area which would later become the State of Alabama. 

My father John Eades filed an affidavit in a Georgia court on October 30, 1793 saying that he had information from traders that I was being held captive at the Creek town of Hillabee.     

This is the wording of the Affidavid signed the 18^th of November, 1793 in Columbia County, Georgia by my Father John Eades Senr.

I am John Eades Senr now of the State and County aforesaid (Columbia County, Georgia) but formerly of the County of Wilkes.  Daniel Eades, my son now about the age of Twenty three years, was taken and Carried away by a number of Indians, from and out of the County last aforesaid and is now a Captive in the Creek Nation at a place know or called by the name of THE HILLOBY’s and from the information made to me by Sundry traders, and at different times my said son Daniel Eades, is known and answers to the name of Sausey Jack. He has a remarkable scar on the inside of his left thigh above his knee, he has been in Captivity about fourteen years.

I returned to my family in Georgia sometime between 1793 and 1800.  My Father, John Eades Senior wrote his Will in 1800 and died in 1801.

The will of John EADES, SR., (signed 8 Dec 1800, probated 4 Jan 1802) is at
Richmond Co. Court House, Augusta, GA. An abstract says: "To beloved
daughters, Hannah FOALDS, Priscilla JINKINS, Mary WILLIS, Charlotty COBBS,
$1.00 each. To dau. Sarah HUGHES $50.00. To nephew John HUGHES, son of
Sarah, my smooth bore gun and ammunition. To my niece Siltha HUGHES, dau.
of said Sarah, furniture, etc. To my good friend Dolly HUFF personal
estate. To son John EADES, 272 acres of land in Columbia Co., on which he
now lives, provided he pays to my son Daniel EADS [sic] $150.00 and to my
dau. Sarah HUGHES $50.00. Land on which I now live to son Daniel."
Witnesses to will: Mary FOALDS, John FOALDS, W. WILKINS. On 13 Jan 1804,
John, Jr., and Daniel were appointed Administrators.

I, Daniel Eades, had a Daughter born between June 1804 and June 1805, she was named Penelope.

 On June 2, 1805  I married Charity Watson in Warren County, Georgia.

In 1810 my Brother John and I made plans to sell our land in Georgia and to  move our families to Louisiana, where my wife Charity’s brother was already established.  In the Spring of 1811 we gathered our families, material possessions and slaves together and set out over the newly opened Federal Road to Lousiana.   This route would pass through the Creek Nation.

My Niece, Margaret Eades, the Daughter of my Brother John later wrote the story of our journey.

This is Margaret Eads story.

LIFE  OF  MARGARET  ERVIN  EADES  AUSTILL

My Father, John Eades, was a native of Georgia, my Mother, Jenny Fee, was born in Ireland, in the County Atmah. Father and Mother first met in Augusta, Georgia, where they were married in 1802.  They then left Augusta and bought a farm in Washington County on the Uchee Creek, where they lived happily and  made money rapidly.  Father had a saw mill and cotton gin, about the first one that was put up in the County. I well remember the mode of packing cotton in that early day. A round log was fixed in a round hole in the floor of the gin house, which hung down some ten feet.  A big negro man jumped in with an iron crowbar, two hands throw in the cotton, and the packer did the work by jambing it hard with an awful grunt every lick.  I was dreadfully afraid to go near the big log with the negro inside shaking it.

       

Oh, it was a sad day when Father determined to move to Louisiana, but so it was, that on a bright morning in the spring of 1811, the wagons were loaded and three families were assembled at my Father's house.  My Uncle, Daniel Eades, his wife and one daughter, Mr. Billy Locklin and wife, and about one hundred slaves, men, women and children, and with much weeping at parting from dear old friends, the drivers cracked their whips and off we rolled, much to my delight.  But my sister, five years older than myself, was weeping bitterly.  I was all talk, she said to me "Do hush, you too will rue the day." Childlike, I reveled in a bustle and change.  Well, the first night we camped at Sweetwater Iron Works, there Father's sister, Mrs. Jenkins, came to bid us good-bye.  She was a jolly old soul, -- was Aunt Priscilla.  She spent the night with us in camp, after breakfast next morning she drew out a flask of rye rum from her pocket, saying "John and Daniel, I drink to all, good luck attend you, but the next thing I hear will be that you all have been scalped by the savages, so be on your guard, for war will surely come, and that soon.  Farewell, may the Lord guide you through the wilderness." 

Our party traveled on through the Cherokee Nation without the least trouble.  The Indians were kind and friendly, but as soon as we entered the Creek or Muskogee Nation, we could see the terrible hatred to the white, but as we advanced, we were joined by many movers, which gave us more security.  At night the wagons were all fixed round the encampment, the women and children and negros in the center, the men keeping guard with guns, so we made a formidable appearance of defense.  One night after a fearful day, the Indians had followed us for miles, we canoed in an old field. Just as supper was announced, a most terrific earth-quake took place, the horses all broke loose, the wagon chains jingled, and every face was pale with fear and horror.  The Indians came in numbers around us looking frightened, and grunting out their prayers.  The trees lapped together, and Oh, the night was spent in terror by all, but next day some of the Indians came to us, and said it was Tecuseh stamped his foot for war.  Then the rain set in, not a day without rain until we crossed the Alabama, there were no roads, and mud and water, large creeks to cross with slender bridges made by the Indians, which they demanded toll as a high price for every soul that crossed a bridge, and often rather than pay, the men would make their negroes cut trees and make a bridge, which gave the Indians great anger, and they would threaten us with death.  No doubt we would have been killed had it not been for Uncle Daniel Eades, who had been stolen from the Fort in Georgia by the very people that threatened us.  He was a little boy, only a year old when the Indians took him from the nurses and carried him to the Nation, and gave him as a present to their big Medicine Man, who raised him and taught him his craft in roots and herbs.  He would talk to them and deft them, he would go to his wagon and draw out Grandfather's long sword that he wore in the Revolution, branish the sword, and speak to them in their own language, telling them they were fools, that they were nothing, and could never whip the whites, but that their nation would be destroyed.  They would listen to him, and raised their blankets around their shoulders and move off, doggedly shaking their heads. 

Well, finally we crossed the Alabama River at Dale's Ferry, we then were in Clarke County, bound for Louisiana, expecting to cross the Tombigbee next day at Carney's Ferry.  That night we camped at this place, some of the neighbors came to see us, Mr. Joel Carney, Mr. Henry B. Slade, Mr. George S. Gullet, and every one begged Father and all the travelers with him to stop here until they could recruit their teams that were completely broken down. They said we could never get through the swamp on the other side of Bigbee, and after a consultation, all consented to remain until they could make corn to fatten their teams.  Father bought this place, which was only a claim with a small log cabin on it.  Daniel Eades rented the Sun Flower Bend, Billy Locklin built a cabin on Salt Creek, and put up a saw and grist mill on the creek in a very short time, the first saw mill that was built in Clarke County.  So Father put some hands to cutting cane and planted corn.  He had brought a whip saw with him, he put up large logs of pine on a scaffold, and with two negroes, one on top and one at the bottom, they sawed planks for flooring, for every family who then lived in cabins on ground floors. Father kept on building and making us comfortable, but when the corn was gathered, Uncle Daniel Eades said, "Well, John, it is time to be off, let us hurry up and be gone, the waters are low, the roads good, the teams fat, and all well.  This is no country for us, let us travel."  Father said, "Daniel, I am getting fixed up here, the water is splendid, the land good enough, and you have made a fine crop of corn, we have wild game plenty for the shooting, and I can't see that we could do better."  "John", he replied, "You will never make a  fortune here, so come with us, I hate to leave you, but here I will not stay."  But Father would not leave, so Uncle Daniel left, and we only had one year of peace, for the Indians came down upon us with a vengeance.  Uncle Daniel came back for us, said everything he could to get Father to go with him, but all in vain, so he left us to battle through the fearful war.  One morning, Mother, Sister, and myself were at home alone except the servants, Father had gone to the plantation, when a man rode up to the gate and called to Mother to fly, for the Creek Indians had crossed the Alabama, and were killing the people. Mother said, "Where shall I fly to, in God's name?"  He said, "There are a number of people coming to cross the Bigbee to get into the Choctaw Nation, they will be along in a few moments, but where is Captain Eades?"  "Down at the river," said Mother. "Well", he said, "Run down there and go over the river", so we took our bonnets, Mother took her silver, and we left the house in a run.  Our cook, a tall black handsome woman, said "Missus, I will stay at home and take care of things and take you something to eat if I can find you, the devils are afraid of me, you know."  Mother said, "Hannah, you will be murdered." Hannah was a natural curiosity, she was black, or rather blueblack, with clear blue eyes, which gave her a peculiar appearance.  As we traveled through the Nation the Indians often came to the camp and demanded bread, they would say "bread, gimme some, gimme all", Mother would say to Hannah to give them bread, she would say, "I had rather give them shot and powder", then she would stretch her blue eyes and throw chunks of fire at them, and make them scamper off, saying "Ooh, ooh," their grunt when frightened.

       

Well, we ran as fast as we could, and met Father about a mile from home with horses, he had heard the news too. Mother sent the horses on to help a family by the name of Carter to get to the river, they had a large family of small children.  Father told us that people were gathering at Carney's Bluff, and were at work there building a Fort, all hands, negroes and whites.  When we arrived at the river it was a busy scene, men hard at work chopping and clearing a place for a Fort, women and children crying, no place to sit down, nothing to eat, all confusion and dismay, expecting every moment to be scalped and tomahawked.  We all sat round until night, people coming in continually, for this part of Clarke was thickly settled, I went to Mother and told her I was tired and sleepy, she untied her apron and spread it down on the ground, and told me to say my prayers and go to sleep, so I laid me down, but could not sleep, the roots hurt me so badly. I told Mother I had rather jump in the river than lie there, she quietly replied, "Perhaps it would be best for us all to jump in the river", then made me lie still.  I had thought Mother would take me on her lap if I was so willing to die. With superhuman exertion, the Fort was finished in one week, the tents all comfortable, the streets full of soldier boys drilling, drums beating, pipes playing, but no Indians yet. Our scouts were out all the time.  Dale Austill, and other brave boys with them kept the enemy back on their side of the Alabama for some time.  The brave fellows had a hard time tramping through swamps and canebrakes, but Oh, after the war did set in in Thirteen, we were in great peril all the time.

       

One night our sentinels were hailed by Jere Austill, they came and awoke Father, who went out immediately and let him in.  He told Father that the Fort Sinquefield had stampeded, the people all making for our Fort or St. Stephens, and the people in his Father's Fort, near Suggsville, were in the act of breaking up too, but they had concluded to send him down to the arsenal for a Company of Regulars, and if they could get them, they would hold the Fort.  Mother roused the cook and gave Jere a nice supper at midnight, Father put him over the river and saw the General, told his business, and was glad to hear the order for the Company to come back with him, but Jere begged to be excused, said "Send the soldiers, but I must travel alone."

       

We fared very well in the Fort, thanks to Hannah, the faithful servant that stayed at home.  She made the garden, milked the cows, churned the butter, raised chickens, and came every other day to the Fort with a large basket on her head. Mother would say, "Hannah, you are a jewel, what would we do without you, thanks to your blue eyes."  So often she said she saw moccasin tracks in the path.  Time passed on with fear and trembling with the grown folks, but we children engaged every moment.  I was in every tent in the day, some laughable things would occur.  There was a Mrs. Smith, quite an original, she was a very good woman, but violent tempered.  The boys took great delight in teasing her, she often threw hot water on them, one day the carpenters were at work building a block house to mount a canon on the top, two of the men became outrageously mad with the other, and Garner, a great bully, who was always kicking up a fuss, drew his broadax on a defenceless man, screaming he would split him open.  The man took to his heels and Garner after him, threw tents over women and children, finally the man ran through Mrs. Smith's, and Garner after him, full tilt, the old lady grabbed up a three-legged stool, saying "you're dead", but she let him have it, one corner of the stool struck Garner on the temple, and down he went, blood spurting from his nose. She thought she had killed him dead.  She ran over to Mother's  tent and said, "Where is Captain Eades?  By the Lord I have killed Garner, and he must put me over the river, for Garner's folks will string me up if they catch me."  She ran to meet Father, and he took her to the river and set her over in the canebrakes.  She said, "Now you go back, and if Garner is dead, you come to the bluff and whistle on your thumbs, then by the Lord old Betsy Smith is off to the Choctaw Nation."  When Father returned, Garner had been brought around, and after that became a very quiet and peaceful man, never bragged or bullied more during the war.

       

After we had been in the Fort six months, the Indians became very hostile, crossed the Alabama and burned houses, corn, destroyed cattle, and killed people that were at home in spite of all that could be done by the scouts.  Every family was obliged to go into a Fort.  There was an old widow named Cobb, who had two sons old enough to be in the service, but she told them to stay at home and make corn, she was not afraid of Indians, but one day while the boys were plowing in the field, they saw Indians jumping over the fence, the boys stripped the gear off the horses, mounted in a moment, and flew to the house, calling their Mother.  She ran out to meet them, and just as she passed her chimney corner, she saw her dye tub with indigo blue, she turned the whole contents into her lap, jumped up behind her son and galloped to our Fort from Choctaw Bluff, eight miles.  When they arrived, they were all blue, from head to foot. That was the only thing they saved was the thread that was in the blue dye.  The women in the Fort all joined and soon made a piece of cloth of the blue, for all had spinning wheels and looms in the Fort, for it was the only way that clothes were obtained in those days.  The day Fort Mims fell was a sad day to all the country.  Every heart nearly became paralyzed with fear, and our men that had been so brave, became panic stricken, and their families pleading to be taken to Fort St. Stephens.  Father and dear old Captain Foster spoke to they in vain, they stampeded, some families took to the canebrakes, some to St. Stephens, some down the river to Fort Stoddard, where the arsenal is now.  Just as Father and Mother, with Sister and myself were in the act of getting into the canoe to cross the Bigbee, for not a soul was left in the Fort, a young man came running down the bluff calling to Father not to leave him, for God's sake, to be murdered, for the Indians were coming. 

“Oh, don't leave me, I shall die if you do."  Mother was standing on the bank until we were safely seated, for the canoe was a small one, could only carry four persons, Father told the man that it was impossible for him to take him in that his family must be saved first.  The poor fellow cried out, "Oh, God, I shall be killed."  Mother said, "Oh, dear husband, take the coward in, I will wait here until you come after me", and she actually pushed him in, and with her foot sent the canoe flying off, and sat down on the sand quietly awaiting Father's return. As soon as the boat struck shore, the fellow made tracks for the Choctaw Nation.  In a few days after the excitement, all the people returned and pledged themselves to remain and hold the Fort.  In the meantime, the young folks were courting and making love, although they were in a Fort expecting to lose their scalps at any moment.  Mr. George Gullet became engaged to my sister, Mary Eades, and they implored our parents to allow the marriage, because he could be of so much help to us, could take care of Sister, and then Father would only have Mother and me to take care of, so they consented that the marriage should take place in the Fort.  Mother sent Hannah work that she must get up a large wedding supper, and manage to get it to the Fort.

Hannah came down in a complete upsetment, "Name of de Lord, Missus, what I gwine to do for all de silibubs and tings for Miss Mary's wedding", Mother said, "Never mind, Hannah, make plenty chicken pies, I can buy turkey from the Choctaws, save cream, make plenty of potato custards and huckleberry tarts. We will have coffee enough for all the Fort, so go right at the work." 

"Well, well, did I ever tink to see de day, did I ebber, my Lord, Miss Mary must be crazy."  But she set to work with a will.  Invitations were general to the whole inhabitants of the Fort, they were married, and a jolly wedding it was.  One old man sat down to the long table, looked over at Mother, and she said, "Help yourself, sir".  "I thank you, Madam, I will with presumption."  I laughed, and being a little girl, was sent off from the table.

       

Not long after the wedding we had a respite, the Indians were driven back, and all returned joyfully to their houses.  Very few had been destroyed this side of Choctaw Bluff, but we could hear of fearful murders.  Men would venture too far, and again and again we were forced to return to the Fort until at last General Jackson came to our rescue and finished the war. All the gallant young men joined his army.  My Father carried his provisions up

the Alabama in his barge, even as high as Fort Jackson above Wetumpka. Sam Dale, Jere Austill, and many others were with Jackson fighting like heroes for many months, and after the Indians gave up, they went with Jackson to Pensacola and Mobile, some went to New Orleans.  Austill was very sick at the battle of New Orleans, but one of his cousins was killed there, he was a Files.  About the last of Fourteen all the people were gay, money was plenty, and the people were pouring in by thousands.  The County was filled with young men looking for land, school teachers getting up schools. The largest school in the territory was at St. Stephens, there I was sent with many a poor waif to learn grammar.  Our teacher was Mr. Mayhow, from North Carolina, a splendid teacher and good man.

The Story I Grew Up Hearing

When I asked my Mother where her family came from she told me that her Mother’s family came from Louisiana and their ancestors families were Eades, Glover, Watson, Baquie, and Bergamini.  Now the most interesting was the story of her Great Great Grandfather Daniel Eades.  When Daniel was a child he had fallen from a tree and had a terrible gash on his leg, which left a remarkable scar.  One day their Plantation in Georgia was attacked by a band of Indians who carried off the child Daniel. 

Daniel was adopted by the Medicine man of the tribe who had lost a son about Daniel’s age.  He grew up as the adopted brother of the son of the Chief of the tribe, (not sure how that worked).  Some years later, when the two boys had become men, the son of the Chief told Daniel that he knew where Daniel’s family was, and asked if he wanted to return to them, and if he did, he would take him there. Daniel decided that he did want to leave his adopted family and return and see his parents.  When he returned his Mother recognized him by the unusual scar on his leg.  They had a big party and welcomed their lost son home.

That’s the story I grew up hearing.  I accepted the story and that it could probably never be proven.

Then I became interested in Genealogy and wanted to know my Family’s real history.  I posted countless queries about Daniel Eades and his Father John. Then someone who was a descendant of Daniel’s brother John send me a copy of Margaret Eades Story.  There it was, written in the early 1800's by a girl who was there; probably written as a school assignment and preserved in her family, my family.

Then I found a reference in The Journal of Southern History, Volume 73, Number 2, May 2007

Snyder, C. Conquered enemies, adopted kin, and owned people: the Creek Indians and their captives

During the American Revolution, a clan from Hilabi adopted nine-year-old captive Daniel Eades. By 1793 he answered to the name "Sausey Jack" and sported "a remarkable scar on the inside of his left thigh above the Knee," likely the result of his warring and hunting. (66)

(66) Affidavit of John Eades, October 30, 1793, in "Creek Indian Letters, Talks, and Treaties," part 1, p. 349.

I found a similar reference in Claudio Saunt’s “Black, White, and Indian” published in 2005 by Oxford Press. On page 14 I found this.

John Eades’s son Daniel was born in Wilkes County Georgia, in 1770. Daniel was kidnapped at the impressionable age of nine by a party of Creeks.  Fourteen years after this traumatic event, John hopefully reported that his son was held captive in Hilabi. Yet Daniel, then twnty three, was scarcely a prisoner. He had adopted a new identity and now answered to the name Saucy Jack.

Coming Chapters

If you would like to follow the story, come back.  These are the next few chapters.  If you are related to any of the families mentioned, or had ancestors in the same places at the same time, please use the comment area to let me know.  I would like to collect related stories.

What happens when Daniel, Charity, and Penelope finally get to Louisiana?

What does the future hold for Margaret  and Mary, the daughters of John Eades Jr in Alabama? 

Reflections on Daniel’s life among the Creeks during the 1780’s and 1790’s.  

The Lives of Daniel and John Eades’ Sisters. 

The War between Charity and Penelope.

Penelope’s European Education.

The Hunt for the Stoney Point Plantation.

After the Civil War.