Julia Indian: Ann-na-mo-tha Mitchell

  General Notes:

She gave birth to 10 children with Mr Goodell but only two lived to be of any age.

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She was only 15 years old when she had Mary, their daughter together.
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From the book Dona Tules: Santa Fe's courtesan gambler endnotes: he had a Sac and Fox Indian wife named Julia and they had a daughter, Mary. He was employed by the fur company then and with the Sac and Fox Indians at that time, so this is very likely true, especially how it was his custom to have country wives whereever he happened to be.

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He went to the old Chief Moses Keokuk who is yet aJive more than 80 years old
- jid whose only wife now is the well known half breed woman,
Mary Mitchell Means, the child in July,1832, who was carried
across the river on the squaws back above alluded to. Keokuk
.. d Quenemo died down there some time prior to ISSO and was
buried about 1% miles from the Agency.

AND



JULIA GOODELL



Was of Sauk and Winnebago stock. Born in Wisconsin about 1810. Died at
the Sac & Fox Agency, Indian Ty., June 8, 1880. When young she was the

Indian wife Lieut. ( - Mitchell, an officer of the army stationed in Wisconsin, who about this time, 1826-27, left the army and became an agent of the American Fur Co., of which Jacob Astor was the head. Mary Mitchell was born to this union in about 1827. This child, after five marriages and a life time of history, became the wife of Moses Keokuk and is alive to-day so
far as I know. Julia Goodell got mixed in with the Sauk under Black Hawk
and was in that war of 1832 in 111. and Wis. At the battle of "Wisconsin
Dells" between the Illinois Volunteers and Black Hawk's forces when the
Indians were, without exception of brave, squaw or child, most unmercifully
chased, shot down and drove into the Wisconsin River which was at flood
tide that July, Julia saved the life of herself and child by lashing it to her
back and plunging into the waters while many were being snot while sv/im-
n.ing to the opposite shore an eighth of a mile away. Kow she wao helpad
out after being carried around in a whirlpool by her Winnebago Prophet kins-
man; how her child, Mary, was eventually educated in Philadelphia, and Julia.
the mother, in 1840 became the wife of John GooJell, the official interpreter
01 Ag3nt Joseph M. S.reet, and her family of several children, two or three
of whom are alive yet, all makes history enough to be in a small book by
itself.

She experienced conversion to Christianity under Rev. R. P. Duvall near
Centropolis about 1860 — perhaps the first one in the tribe. She proved in
later years to be a veritable "Mother in Israel" to all, whether whites or
Indians, who came her way. This testimonial and picture I present in the
name of Mrs. Dr. E. B. Fenn and Mrs. Fannie Whistler Nedeau, who lived ir.
the home or beside it for years and knew well the various mcident.s of Julia
Goodeli's life from her frequent talks about it.


Julia and John Goodells portraits will be found oq another page.
Mary Mittl-i'lJ and Harali (-iooi.cll .s arc al.so gi^eu as tln'y ai-e all
tliat aie le.Lt alive 1912 ot Julia's uhildreu by ilio lwo iiu&ijaiids-

THiS liBOKUK-GOODELL-SHAW KAW PAW KOF PICTURE

Mrs. Fannie Whistler Nedeau was sliowing me an ambrotype that she
prized much. One time at Fort Leavenworth John Goodell had taken Keoltuk
and the orator, Shaw kaw paw kof, into a gallery and had their pictures
taken along with his. 1 guess the only one ever taken of the great orator
and, as it was taken in war days shortly before Shaw kaw paw kof shot him-
self through the heart, is one of historical value.

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Interview with Fanny Nadeu

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Prague, Oklahoma, Nov. 21, 1918.
In the midst of the present Sauk & Fox country.
Mrs. Fanny Nadeau (pronounced Neddo) tells of the olden indian times. She is
Sauk indian [with some white blood]; speaks english perfectly, and her home
too, is a model of American form.

"My mother [Julia Goodell] was a very interesting woman, and she used to tell
a great deal about the early times and of the Black Hawk War. She spent some
of her days at Prairie du Chien in Wisconsin, on account of her daughter
Mary, who is now the widow of Moses Keokuk. I remember mother telling when
they crossed the Wisconsin river in the Black Hawk War, and she told of the
beginning of the Black Hawk War. She said some of the Indians were sent with
a white flag to meet the soldiers and make peace with them, and as they were
going toward the soldiers, two of the Indians ran ahead of the flag of truce
and said they were going to be the first ones to shake hands with the white
men, but they were shot by the white men. Black Hawk still insisted that they
must not go to war, but his young men said they would not make peace now.
Black Hawk's sons would take their father and throw him down on the ground
and hold him down, insisting that he should not make peace, that now they
wanted war. Black Hawk seemed to know that the white men would be too much
for them. The young men threw him down twice and would not let him hold up
the white flag of truce.

"Now I was not posted enough in Indian and English too, to know the English
names when she told it in Indian.

"Mother used to tell us they had no ammunition, and few rifles. They were not
prepared for war. They had nothing to fight with. Yes, she must have been
from the village on Rock River. In her Indian way and language I could not
tell where she had been living, but I guess that must be where she was from.
I never knew from what country. I was grown before I knew what the Missouri
and Missippi rivers were. She would always speak of them in Indian. No, she
didn't speak of "Sinisippi". I don't remember for sure how they called the
Missouri, but I think it was Peekittoon. It means "always stirred up". After
I had seen the Missouri river I could understand. The Mississippi they called
"Mashethepo", meaning "The Big River."

I have a little bust here of Old Black Hawk. We think it's pretty good of
him. Of course I didn't know him, but this is a good type of Sac and Fox
Indian. I bought it at a curio shop in Oklahoma City. You know they shaved
the head and left what they called a roach on the back of head, what you call
a scalp lock. They had a little long braid in the middle of that scalp lock.

"After the first fight of the Black Hawk War the Indians danced over the
scalps, but mother said she couldn't take part in it, because her own little
girl was half white and fair complexion, and one of the soldier's scalps that
they were dancing over was a light complexioned scalp.

"She was separated from her tribe and got with the Winnebago Indians, and by
her having the white child they persuaded her to go to the Winnebago school,
and she said she went there with her little girl, and that was where she
learned to cut and sew and to talk some English. I don't know where that
Indian School was. Lieut. Hill at Fort Crawford, adopted her little daughter
Mary, and she was sent to an infant school at Fort Crawford, a school for
little folks, and she remembers when Jefferson Davis eloped with Zachiary
Taylor's daughter. She was a young girl at the Fort at that time. Her
father's name was Mitchell, an officer or trader, but Lieut. Hill adopted her
after the Black Hawk War, and when the Civil War broke out, Lieut. Hill
joined the Confederate Army and was killed in the war, and Mr. Moore was
Mary's guardian.

Mary's mother was Julia, but her Indian name was Ann-na-mo-tha. I was her
adopted daughter and her niece. My mother and Mary's mother were sisters, but
my mother died when I was a baby, and her mother adopted me, and so we are
thought to be sisters.

When a family loses a child, a son or a daughter, they always take another
child by adoption, with great ceremony. Old Moses Keokuk adopted me for his
daughter when he lost his daughter. No, the adopted child does not go home
with the adopted parents, it goes back to his own home, but the adopted
parents look after her and if she loses her parents they take her to their
home. The adopted parents make the most beautiful clothes and dress you up in
these finest clothes, if their deceased child had a pony, they will set you
on that pony and send you to your home. I remember the first time I was
adopted. I told mother I wouldn't go. I knew I had to dress up in full Indian
finery, and the idea of being made so prominent scared me, but I had to go,
because when you are selected by a family it is compulsory to go. I have been
adopted several times. No, I don't know that they select the most attractive
child in the tribe, but it's according to fancy, according to their own
notion. They may select a child to resemble the one who dies. I know that my
adoptive mothers would always bring me the first strawberries they would
find. They would do anything to make me think of them. I would think so much
of my adoptive mother because she would be so kind to me, and old Mr. Keokuk,
if he'd get two or three venison hams, a hunter would come in with venison,
and if he got any he'd tell Mary to send it to me. Of course I'd look out for
him too, if I had something nice.

I am going to lend you a number of pictures which you say you would like to
copy. Here is one of old Chief Chick-o-skuk. Some years ago the white
authorities tried to break down all Indian customs, and they forbade the
traders to sell the Indians any Indian clothes. It was required that all
should wear white men's clothes. Chick-o-skuk was the last chief. He had
never had on a pair of pants or a vest in his life, and he arose in the
Council and said to the agent, 'Tell the Father that I can't wear white men's
clothes. I can't at all dress myself in them. I can't put on that crupper
(referring to pants.) I'll promise to persuade the young men to wear white
men's clothes, but let me live like the Great Spirit intended I should, an
Indian. Let me have my bow and arrows, and not the white man's gun.' I cried
when he made the talk. I couldn't help it, he was so in earnest. Yes, I was
right there in the council too. He told it in Indian and it was interpreted
to them. It was at the time when the commissioners wanted the Indians to take
their land allotments instead of holding lands in one body. The poor old man
lived to his death as an Indian. They built a house for him and he lived in
it some, but he died in his Indian house.

"It's hard on our Indian young people to be takem away to school and then
come home and be different from what they were before. Their original home
influence is Indian, and it's hard for them to live like the white man. I
feel so sorry for the Carlisle and Haskell Indians. The girls are there eight
or ten years, with all modern conveniences, and when they come back they
can't have things in their homes that way, and they come back strangers in
their own country and tribe, and their own families say they don't know us. I
spoke of the artist Catlin's representation of the Slave Dance, in which the
Indian young men obligate themselves to do menial service to which Mrs.
Nadeau replies, "When we have our big dances and big feasts the men always do
all the cooking. They clean the fowl and do all the work. The women are
present and eat."

I asked Mrs. Nadeau about some of the old prominent Indians, and she said:
"Chief Powieshiek was our relative". He was my mother's own uncle." I am to
send her a picture of him. My sister who died had a large picture of him,
which her husband got in Washington. She knew of Pashe[pu]ho and of the
Winnebago prophet. She could not remember Logan Kakaque's father's name. She
did not know of Wapello, Tiamah, Wakechi nor Neopope. Mrs. Nadeau's grandson,
a boy of 18 years or so, who is staying with her today, says he remembers the
last La Crosse game of ball when he was a youngster. It is forbidden now,
they say because it was so rough a game an Indian sometimes got killed in it,
and they spoke of their dances at the stamping ground and said they would
beat the drum all night. Mr. Vlasak, my chauffer, says he has heard the drum
at Prague, a distance of 10 or 11 miles from the stamping ground where it was
being played.

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I found this while reading an old "The Chronicles of Oklahoma" and found it very interesting. I am not related and have no more information.

Mrs Goodell (An-na-mo-sa) was a Sac and Fox Indian known in history as the woman who swam the Mississippi with a child on her back. The child was Mary A Means (Wa-pa-se-ta). During the Black Hawk War this Indian woman with her 3 yr old babe stated across the Wisconsin River to get away from the soldiers. She had one pony and she strapped all of her pssessions with her baby, thinking the pony could swim across and she could swim after them. Halfway across she took the child on her back and the pony went down in a whirlpool. Indian friends on the other side came to the river and helped her across. She was so exhausted that the rest had to leave her and the baby there. They survived ten days with nothing to eat but wild onions. They were captured by the Winnebagos, a then hostile tribe to the Sac & Fox and taken to the Winnebago Mission on Yellow River.

In a year, the child (Wa-pa-se-ta) was adopted by an army officer at Ft Crawford WS. The mother remained in the mission until some Sacs Long Horn, Kish-ke-kosh, and others with John Goodell as interperter) went to the mission and took her away with them to Burlington Iowa. Here she married John Goodell on July 4th 1840. After marrying they moved to Ft Des Moines IA and then to Franklin Co KS. In 1847 Mrs Goodell started trying to find her daughter (Wa-pa-se-ta). She was told by Capt John King that she was living in Galena IL with her husband, Mr Gardner, who she married in 1846.

Wa-pa-se-ta was born to An-na-mo-sa (Mrs Goodell) when she was 15 years of age, the father being an army officer (Col Mitchell) stationed at Rock Island.

After marrying Mr Goodell, she gave birth to ten children of whom only two lived to be of any age, Sarah (Sarah a Whistler-Pennock) and John who died in 1875 at age 18 of consumption. "She raised and educated three children who are at present time living on the reservation, one having gone back to the blanket, the other two are refind nice people, Mrs John Whistler and Isaac Goodell (twins)."

Mr Goodell died in Quenemo, Osage Co KS in 1867. Mrs Goodell died June 1, 1879.

"Wa-pa-se-ta, afterwards Mrs Gardner, now known as Mary A Means, has a very interesting life, can entertain one for hours by telling her experiences."

taken from the writings of Samuel Lee Patrick

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Amelia Mitchell and Mary Mitchell Means were both half bloods by the same father, a Mr. Mitchell, an army officer and then American Fur Trader back in the '20s among the Foxes and Win- nebagos in Wisconsin, and who had different mothers, thus, as the Indians count genealogy, being cousins. I have been told that this Major Mitchell at the latter end of his life entrusted one of the Agents one thousand dollars apiece to each of the; girls and that the trust was faithfully carried out by the Agent's clerk, J. M. Luce, about 1860-62, my informant.

Julia married Colonel David Dawson Mitchell, son of Charles Mitchell and Mary "Polly" Garth Mitchell. (Colonel David Dawson Mitchell was born on 31 Jul 1806 in Virginia Louisa county, died on 23 May 1861 in St. Louis and was buried in Calvary cemetery St. Louis.). The cause of his death was Jaundice.

Julia next married John Goodell on 4 Jul 1840 in Iowa. (John Goodell was born in 1815 in Connecticut and died in 1867 in Quenemo, Osage Co KS.)