WPA Mrs. Mary E. Burleson
Writer: Edith L. Crawford
Carrizozo, N. Mex.
By Mrs. Mary E. Burleson.
The Government train we came to New Mexico in had about
one hundred prairie schooners in it. Of this number four belonged to my family.
My grandfather and grandmother Searcy, with six girls and one boy and my
father, O. K. Chittenden, with my mother brother Tom and myself. I was five
years old and my brother was about one year old. My grandfather and my father
sold their farms in West Fort, Missouri. We brought all our supplies along with
us. We had our flour in barrels, our own meat, lard and sugar. We were not
allowed to stop and hunt buffalo on the way out here on account of the Indians.
The women made the bread out of sour dough and used Soda. There was no such
thing as baking powder in those days. The men baked the bread in dutch ovens
over the camp fires. When we stopped at night the schooners with families were
put into a circle and the Government schooners would form a circle around the family
wagons. In between the two circles they put the oxen and horses, to keep the
Indians from getting them. Every night the men took turns standing guard. All
the soldiers rode horses. Every few days the train would stop and everybody
would get rested. The feet of the oxen would get so sore that they could not go
without resting them every few days. When the train stopped it was nearly
always at water and the women would do their washing. The train used cow and
buffalo chips and anything they could find to burn. The men did all this as the
women and children were never allowed far from the schooners on account of
Indians. We did not milk our cow as she had to be worked along with the oxen.
Our schooners had cow hides fastened underneath and our cooking utensils were
packed in them. Our drinking water was carried in barrels tied to the sides of
We had no trouble of any kind on
our trip but we were always in fear of the Indians as other trains had been
attacked by them. Mr. Tom Boggs, the foreman of the Government train, told us
that there was a band of Indians just ahead of our train. The Indians had
attacked a train not long before we came along and had killed the people,
stolen the horses and cattle and burned the wagons. We saw what was left of the
wagons as we passed by.
We left the wagon train on Raton Pass.
Enoch Tipton who was a relative of my grandmother, and who had persuaded my
grandfather and father to come out to this country, met us on Raton Pass.
We stopped at his place at Tiptonville,
New Mexico. Enoch Tipton had come
out here sometime before from West
Port, Missouri. I do
not remember just when he came or how he happened to settle here. Tiptonville
is the same place as Mora, New Mexico
is now. My father and grandfather farmed a year at Tiptonville. When we found
our new home hard dirt floors and a dirt roof my mother was so very homesick to
go back to Missouri
where we had a nice farm home. My mother had brought her spinning wheel with
her. She spun all the yarn for our clothes and knitted all our socks and
stockings. My father and grandfather made a loom for her and [she?] made us two
carpets for our floors to keep the baby from getting so awful dirty on the
floor. We had brought some seed cane with us and my father and grandfather made
a homemade syrup mill and made syrup, the first ever made in that country. The
mill was a crude affair made of logs and drawn by a horse. The juice was
pressed out with the logs and put in a vat and cooked into syrup. People came
from miles around to see this mill.
We always saved all our beef and
mutton tallow to make our candles. We brought our moulds from Missouri with us. We made our wicks out of
cotton strings. We tied a large knot in the end of the wick, slipped the mould
over the wick and poured the hot tallow into the mould. When the tallow got
cold we cut the knot off and slipped the candle out of the mould. Our candle
moulds were the first ones brought into that part of the country, and all the
neighbors borrowed them to mould their candles.
My father moved to Ute Creek, New
Mexico, in 1867, when they struck placer gold there,
and he put in a country store to supply the needs of the miners and the people
who were rushing to the gold strike.
A man by the name of Stevens, I
can't remember any other name as everyone called him "Steve", wheeled
a wheelbarrow all the way from the State of Maine
In this wheelbarrow he had his bed, his clothes and his provisions. He did not
stay long in Colorado.
He came on to Tiptonville and put in a toll road to Ute Creek and my father
took care of the toll gate for him. They charged $1.00 for a wagon, .50¢ for a
horse and rider and 25¢ for a person on foot. Mr. Stevens made a lot of money
as there were lots of miners rushing to Ute Creek looking for gold.
When my brother and I were old
enough to go to school we had to walk three miles. My mother was always so
afraid of wild animals and Indians. We had a big bull dog who used to go with
us to school. When he got tired waiting for us he would go home and when it was
time for us to get home he would come to meet us. We lived down in a valley and
had to go over a big hill and he would wait for us on top of this hill. We went
to school at Ute Creek. The Indians were not so hostile as when we first came
to New Mexico.
It was the Apache and Ute Indians who gave so much trouble and sometimes the
Kiowas and Cheyennes
would slip in and make raids on the settlers.
My father was from Connecticutt
originally and came to West Port,
Mo., and married my mother there.
She was Elizabeth Searcy. I am the last one left of the Searcy and Chittenden
families. My brother Jap who was born after we came to New
Mexico died in Gallup,
New Mexico, in 1926.
Narrator: Mrs. Mary E Burleson,
Aged 78 years.
Carrizozo, New Mexico.
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