Indian John last Part
Indian John never married, but the medicine man had a great love for children. A apprentice of his, said, Jacob Derringer has raised five boys and one girl and has given them each a farm. The helpers that assisted Indian John in gathering herbs and mixing medicines were often young people. The medicine man would pay them a few pennies for each pail or bundle of plants collected. Then all of these children and their families were invited to a large turkey and oyster stew dinner held every year around frost date at Indian John’s homestead near Fact, Kansas. The mothers would bring food and help Indian John cook, and afterwards there would be a festive platform dance for one and all. In spite of his remarkable record, Indian John never claimed to be able to cure illness. On Christmas in 1923, the medicine man announced that his death would come from a cancer on his leg. The disease spread so fast that the healer himself gained a leprous appearance before his death on August 27, 1924. He was buried in rural Idylwild Cemetery a few miles from his homestead near Fact. Indian John’s faith in the land and its healing powers remained to the end, and his understanding of the medical potential of plant resources as treatments for seemingly incurable diseases was prophetic. I cannot cure scarlet fever or diphtheria, but in some plants the Father of all, has provided a cure for these scourges. The fountain of youth is all about, in back yards, pastures, fields, and along water courses. he insisted. Although his true identity and the exact nature of healing arts he practiced are secrets gone with him to the grave, Indian John is still remembered in the part of Northern Kansas and southern Nebraska where he gathered native prairie plants and brewed traditional medicines. His legacy is a belief in the land’s power to heal and sustain that remains today among those who live and work along the prairie circuit Indian John once rode.
What a amazing man he was, I only wish I have known him. I wish more people would become like he was. I hope I did not bore you to much, but just felt I had to share Him with you.