INDIAN RAID RECALLED AT PIONEER’S DEATH
Mrs. C. C. Proctor
died at her home about 5 miles northeast of Florence
March 7, 1924,
after a lingering illness, at the age of 84 yrs, 11
months and 2 days.
She was born in Spartanburg, S.C.,
May 9, 1839 and
moved to the State of Mississippi at the tender age of 2
In 1848 she moved to Bastrop, Texas and in 1854 moved to
where the same year
she confessed a hope and was baptized into the
Church. In 1857 she moved with the family to
where she was married in 1858 to G.
Proctor. To them were born five children,
two of whom
died in infancy. The living are G.
Proctor, Mrs. M. L. Hickman and W. H. Proctor.
her husband joined the Confederate
Army and left her to with her uncle, Wofford
Johnson, a stockman, who was
away from home a good part of the time, and as Mrs.
Johnson and Mrs. Proctor had
been girlhood chums, it suited all around. They
lived at this
time in the Western community known as Hopewell.
In 1863, while Mr.
Proctor was with his regiment in Louisiana, his
company lost all
their clothing. He advised his young wife of his
immediately she went to work at the only job that
produced clothes in
those days, and that was to spin and weave the cloth and
then make the
just finished her husband a comfortable suit; she
had done the
last of the work at her father’s, several miles from
where she was
making her home, and had turned it over to Captain
Arnett to deliver, which he
did. (The men served three years without pay, and
received what clothes
they had from their wives, mothers and
completing her labors, Mrs.
mounted her horse and started for home. When in
sight of home she
discovered the Indians making off with her uncle and
aunt, but thought
it was men driving cattle.
The family attacked by the Indians
consisted of Mr. And
Mrs. Wofford Johnson, Mary Jane,
Elvira and baby Georgianna.
killed in this raid were Mr.
Mrs. Johnson and Mary
approached near the house she discovered little Elvira
running toward the
house. Blood was on her little bonnet and she
said: “The Indians
are killing Papa and Mama. Mama put me off the
horse and told me
to run and hide.” Mrs. Proctor set the child
behind the saddle,
but she was so excited that she would climb into the
the time Mrs. Proctor
mounted with the child behind her the Indians were again
the house. She was riding an extra fast horse and
was making good
time away from the Indians when she overtook a negro
girl who belonged
to the family. She wanted to climb on the horse
but Mrs. Proctor,
knowing she would pull
them all if she attempted to mount, told the negro girl
to run for her
life, and that she would do all she could for her.
It is said
that all sprinting records prior or subsequent to this
time were broken
by this negro girl. In their race for their lives
two men who were hauling water, Messrs
and Frank Williamson. There she left the
and put her horse at full speed for her father’s
Arriving there and telling the story, her father changed
saddles on the
horse and went single handed in pursuit of the red men,
but failed to
find them. When he returned, a wagon and team was
procured and a
search was made for the missing. Mr.
and little Mary Jane were soon picked up with
through their bodies, dead. This left Mrs. Johnson
Georgianna, unaccounted for. By this time the
neighbors for many
miles around had heard of the tragedy and were gathered
at the home of Mrs.
Proctor's father, where the
dead where resting. While the crowd was
trying to decide
what to do, old Uncle
negro who belonged to the murdered family became
impatient and spoke up
this way: “Folks, is you gwine let Missus lay out
varments to eat? If nobody else will go, I will go
Missus and bring her in myself.” Another
successful insofar as the wife and mother were
found her dead with nine arrow wounds in her body and
lanced in the
There was no rest or sleep in the
night. The next morning while
Jimmie Gilliland was passing a fallen blackjack
tree off which
the leaves had not fallen, he discovered baby
Georgianna leaning against the
trunk of the tree, badly scared. When Jimmie
called her name she held out
her hands and came running to him. There was an
between the bones of her forearm. Where the arrow
went no one
ever knew. Also no one ever knew how little Georgianna
got where she was, but it
is believed that her mother threw her into the tree top
in an effort to
save the life of her baby.
When the family was attacked they
were on their way
home from a Mr.
where they had been making molasses. The were
and carrying the children, therefore had little chance
The bodies of the three victims of
this awful raid
rest in the old Hopewell
about seven miles west of Liberty
It was known in those days as the Enoch
The Indians took their horses and
saddles and Mr.
Johnson’s revolver and left the
neighborhood in a hurry.
cared for the two children until their grandfather, Jessee
Moore, came and took them
away. He was living at the time on Little Elm in
to womanhood, married and died. Elvira
married a man by the name of Barber,
and is living in or near Heidenheimer,
In 1867 the subject of this sketch
moved with her
husband and family, to Bell County where they have since
She and her husband, who survives her and who furnished
for this article, have lived together for 65 years, 3
months and 7 days.
Grandchildren living in Jarrell are W.
E. Proctor and Ira
Proctor and their great
and Warren Proctor
and Theron Proctor.
Mrs. Tom Fisher
and Mrs. Wilson
Wheeler reside in
from submitter: [This
concerning the niece of Wofford
Johnson-Proctor. Wofford is the one
that was murdered
along with his
wife and daughter, Mary,
by Comanches in 1863 along the Dog Branch.