THE LEGEND OF SACRED BABY MOUNTAIN
Skywise
THE LEGEND OF SACRED BABY MOUNTAIN
By Dr. Tuklo Nashoba
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From the Legends page of "ITS-BIG" & DR. TUKLO NASHOBA
September 22 2001 at 8:11 AM David Holley, Founder of TBRI
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There are many tales of strange happenings in the forests and woodlands of
Oklahoma. Many of the folk have stories about haunted woods, strange beasts out
in the woods, and "spooky" noises. There are legends, folktales and family
histories where screams in the night have been handed down from family member to
successive family member.
Hamas Tubbee was an unusually large man, even for a Choctaw Indian. His father,
Hanali Tubbee stood two inches over eight feet in height and weighed five
hundred forty pounds. Hama and his six sons stood about a foot shorter than
Pahlumi, or "father" Tubbee.
They were large, exceedingly strong, fierce warriors. Hamas and his sons were
the point riders for a troop of Choctaw cavalry known as the "Lighthorsemen".
Many in the Choctaw Nation thought it humorous that such large men, riding draft
horses, refered to themselves as "Lighthorsemen". Tubbees men experienced
something which none would ever forget.
This day's assignment was to flush out some bandits that had been preying upon
the local farmers. A thirty man troop would be going into an area which later in
the "state" of Oklahoma became the "McCurtain County Wilderness Area". These
bandits had been not only taking large quantities of corn, squash, and beans,
but had as well been taking very young children. This thievery had been taking
place across the border in Arkansas as well as in Indian Territory. The captain
of the troop of Choctaw cavalry was a man named Joshua LeFlore. Captain LeFlore
was of mixed blood, part French, part Choctaw. The men deeply respected him.
Joshua LeFlore was impeccably honest and wasbrave to a fault.
The men had been traveling horseback non-stop since three o'clock in the
morning. They began their assignment at the tribal capital in Tuskaloma and when
they finally came to the Clover River, they let their horses eat and the men
decided to rest and eat as well. Non-stop riding for eight hours, having to lead
their horses across Little River, and the hot July sun were taking a toll on the
men and their mounts. When some time had passed, Captain Josh gave the order and
the men remounted and they began the last leg of their trip. At or around 4:30
in the afternoon, the troop came to the edge of the area which the bandits were
supposed to be inhabiting.
Captain Josh signaled with uplifted hand that the troop should come to a halt.
Standing in his stirups, Captain Josh utilized a ship's eyepiece [telescope] and
promptly turned to his men and gave the command for a full armed charge. The
distance between the suspected bandits and the troopers was about five hundred
yards. The Tubbee men and captain Josh were at the front of the charge and as
the thirty men and he neared the thick, pine forest where the bandits were, two
things took place at once... The stench of death assaulted both men and horses,
and the horses became uncontrollable.
Horses were rearing, pitching and throwing riders. Captain Josh and the seven
Tubbee men were the only ones in the troop whose mounts were disciplined enough
that they continued to obey their riders and continued to charge in the midst of
the bandits.
When the eight men met with the "bandits" they were totally unprepared for what
greeted them. The clearing behind the inital tree cover was actually a large,
earthen mound. Strewn about the mound were numerous corpses of human children in
varying stages of decay. Most of the bandits had fled, but three really large,
hairy ape-like creatures remained at the mound. Captain Josh drew his sabre and
with pistol in hand, sabre in the other, charged the huge monsters.
The nearest monster killed Captain LeFlore's horse with one blow of its massive
hand. The monster never flinched as Captain LeFlore poured bullets from his
Patterson's Colt revolver into the beasts chest. After emptying the revolver
into the monster, Captain Joshua continued to press the attack with his sabre.
Many times did the sabre meet with the brute's flesh and many times did blood
spew from the gaping wounds on the beasts body. So quickly did this engagement
take place that the Tubbee men had barely enough time to take aim at the three
monsters before one of the beasts flanked the Captain and literally tore off
Captain LeFlore's head.
There was not time for any sort of delay due to shock. The Tubbee men opened
fire upon the three man-beasts. Seven 50-caliber Sharp's buffalo rifles impacted
the three simian appearing brutes at the same time. From years of routine and
practice, all bullets smashed into the three monster's heads. six rounds were
fired into the heads of the two monsters which were the culprits that killed
their beloved Captain. Only the youngest Tubbee; Robert, had the presence of
mind to put a bullet into the head of the third monster.
A legend was born that day. Robert Tubbee, 18 years of age, all six feet eleven
inches, three hundred seventy-three pounds of him, chased down a wounded
man-beast and finished the beast off with only his hunting knife. By the time
the other six Tubbee men caught up with Robert and the monster, Robert had
already decapitated the beast. Holding the head aloft with both hands, Robert
let out a primal scream which made even the Tubbee mounts panic.
The "light-horsemen" gathered their mounts and surveyed what was before them.
Absolute carnage littered about the clearing. The partially consumed bodies of
nineteen children lay upon and about the mound. The stench of decaying bodies
was bad enough, but the over-powering odor of the man-beasts' urine and feces
was more than the strongest stomach could endure.
After retching violently, the men of the troop buried the bodies of the children
in nineteen small graves, buried their beloved Captain, and as a matter of
respect, gave him a twenty-one gun salute.
They built a large bon-fire, placed the murderous man-beasts upon it, and lit
it. As they rode back into Tuskahoma each man struggled with emotions and
thoughts he never before imagined.
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