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Clan Munro USA
Genealogy Pages
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 Abt 1846 - Abt 1922 (~ 76 years)
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| Name |
Francis Munro |
| Born |
Abt 1846 |
Dakota Territory, USA  |
| Gender |
Male |
| Died |
Abt 1922 |
| Person ID |
I30853 |
Munro |
| Last Modified |
27 May 2001 |
| Father |
Hugh Munro, Jr., b. 25 Aug 1799, L'assumption, Montcalm Co., Quebec, Canada , d. 1896, Browning, Glacier Co., MT Blackfoot, Indian Res (Age 96 years) |
| Mother |
Sinopah Kit Fox Woman, b. 1796-1798, Dakota Territory , d. Abt 1880, , , , Canada (Age 82 years) |
| Married |
Abt 1820 |
Northwest Terr |
| Family ID |
F10648 |
Group Sheet | Family Chart |
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| Notes |
- FRANK MUNROE - SON OF HUGH, THE WHITE BLACKFOOT
National Archive Records of the Blackfeet Indians #1275621 Microfilm; LDS Library, SL City, UT, March 1995) Listed in undated document of page 528a:
In this record Frank Munro states he is 61 years old (probably 1906-7) and is 1/2 Piegan, with "Hugh Munro, white man" as his father and "Kit Fox, Full Piegan," as mother. He also designates his paternal grandparents as "Hugh Munro and Mary Munro," and states he has a paternal uncle by the name of "La Roche" although he does not know if he is living. He also lists three sisters of his mother: (Wolf, Yells In Water, Short Woman), and one brother (Sarvisberry). He lists as his own siblings: John Munro, Minnie (wife of Alex Fox), Margaret (once wife of Edmund Houseman), and Felix Munro. He lists three marriages with issue:
(1) MARY ; a half-breed Cree (who now lives up North and is married to a Cree Indian). Her father was Charley De Maer (1/2 Cree and 1/2 White; now dead), and her mother was NELLIE (1/2 Cree and 1/2 White, now dead). ISSUE: FRANK MUNRO (JR.) - 1/4 Piegan and 1/4 Cree; now lives (1906-7) on the North Fork of the Milk River.
(2) A CREE Woman - had children but now dead. No Issue.
(3) MARY - Kills At Edge Of Water - (Full Piegan) married at Choteau 28 years ago by Indian Custom, and later at Sun River by a Catholic Priest. PARENTS: Middle Calf (dead) is father [his parents: Red Paint (f) and Little Mice (m)]; Catches Inside (dead) is mother [her parents: Middle Bull (f) and Eh-sin-ah-ka (m)]. She states all her brothers and sisters died when she was small. ISSUE: Five Children: LOUIS (26 yrs) and ANTOINE (20 yrs) MUNRO.
Had a daughter "Rosey" who married George Cook, a white man living on the reservation, and had daughters Isabelle Cook and Nellie Cook (both now at school). The girls have lived with her and Frank Munroe; when at school they are looked after by their father. (Mary was also once wife of a full Piegan named Weasel Shoe - son of Weasel Shoe and Good-Walk-Across-The-Way)
IN 1906-7 Frank Munro was living "on the other side of Cut Bank."
FRANK MEETS THE REAL-BEARS
In the summer of 1922 James Willard Shultz met with his old Piegan Indian friends while camping on the banks of the Two Medicine Lodges River in Montana. His book entitled "Friends Of My Life As An Indian," contains tales about both Frank Munro and his father Hugh Munro, the "White Blackfoot" known as Rising Wolf. At this time Frank, or "Heavy Eyes" as he was known to the Piegans, was the last surviving son of Hugh. Frank relates the adventure in which he was mauled and crippled by a Grizzly bear:
In the first Autumn month of 1889, Heavy Eyes, his nephew, Blackfeet Man (William Jackson) and Shultz, after long weeks of heavy work in their hayfields, decided to have a good hunt for fresh meat. They struck out for the mountains with a team and wagon, saddle horses and camping gear and were soon camped along the Two Medicine Lodge Lake. Leaving the two younger men to set up the Lodge and make camp, Frank struck out for the nearby ridge to shoot a deer among the quaking aspen trees. After a brief interval the campers heard a shot and then three more in quick succession, and later, several more. Thinking Frank would soon return with a deer or elk, they gathered a lot of dry cottonwood branches and made a fire for cooking. After a long time they finally saw him riding down through the quaking aspens to the river. They were alarmed to see that he was swaying in the saddle, hanging on to the saddle horn with both hands, his hat gone, and of his clothing only a few sheds of his shirt remained. They ran to meet him, but just as he came to the near shore of the river he fell from his horse in a dead faint. He was the bloodiest, worst torn man that they had ever seen. His face, right hand, right shoulder, and right leg were terribly mangled. He came to long enough to murmur, "Real Bear, did me wrong."
Seeing that Frank's wounds were too serious for them to heal, Schultz bathed the wounds, and dressed them and his broken bones as well as he could and helped to load him into the back of the wagon. Jackson hitched the team and left on the long trip to take Frank to the doctor at the Agency on Badger Creek.
Knowing the danger of camping in the proximity of a wounded Grizzley bear, Schultz loaded his heavy Winchester and set out to retrace Frank's bloody trail. On the Aspen ridge he soon found the site of the bear fight. Below a wide, thick growth of servis-berry brush the ground was trampled, torn, and splotched with black dried blood, and from there two bloody trails went west along the ridge. In following these he came to a damp ravine and there found four distinct bear trails. He followed the bloody trails until they passed into heavy pine and fir forest. Although he hunted for three full days he was unable to find the wounded bears. On the fourth day Jackson returned with the wagon. Although Frank had nearly died from loss of blood the Government physician now thought he would live, although he would be crippled for life.
Now Frank related his details of this terrifying experience: First he explained that the night previous to leaving home he had a dream or vision in which he saw himself standing upon a big log in a heavy forest looking for game when two real-bears appeared and warned him if he attempted to harm them he would be sorry for it as long as he lived. He did not tell anyone of his vision, but resolved to heed the bear's warning.
When they arrived at the camping place and he set out to kill a deer he found game trails but no fresh deer tracks. He found one old game path was being used by bears, and that accounted for the absence of deer. As he rode up higher on the ridge he came to where the service-berry brush was black with its heavy load of ripe fruit. Wrapping the bridle rope several turns around his left arm to prevent his horse from straying, Frank got down to gather the ripe berries. Suddenly his horse snorted, and he saw it was staring at something on the ridge behind him. Looking that way he saw a big real-bear feeding on the berries. He thought at once of the warning given in his vision, but the bear was so fat he wanted him for he would provide enough cooking grease for all winter. Over-riding his best judgement he raised his rife and fired at the bear. He heard the bullet splat into him and the bear gave a roar of pain. At the sound three other bears rose up close by him and stared about. The wounded bear had disappeared from sight and Frank thought that he had killed him, so he fired at one of the others. That bear then roared in anger and charged for Frank. He fired the rife at him again and again, knowing from the sound that the bullets struck him, but he kept coming. The real-bear sprang upon Frank, biting and mauling him as they rolled down the steep ridge with the horse following as the bridle rope was still wrapped around Frank's left arm. Frank was badly hurt and both he and the bear were bleeding copiously. Only two more cartridges remained in the magazine of his rife, and he finally managed to fire both of them. The new wounds only made the bear roar with anger and pain and once more he charged upon Frank and began to maul him again. Caught between Frank and the bear his horse was also fighting and kicking the bear. He fainted and woke to find the horse still kicking the bear. He became unconscious and finally again woke to terrible pain. Blood was running from his face, his torn and mangled shoulder and breast, and his crushed hand. His horse was close by with his haunches torn and bleeding. After many tries he at last managed to crawl up onto the saddle and the faithful horse delivered him to the camp place.
Frank did not fault the bear for injuring him but, rather, maintained he was crippled for life for failing to heed the warning of his vision!
FRANK MUNROE ON BLACKFOOT CENSUS
Blackfoot Indian Agency census: 1890 to 1896 MF#573849
Age in: 1890 1891 1892 1893 1894 1895 1896
FRANK MONROE Husb 41 42 43 44 45 47 49
Mary Hill-On-Edge W 32 39 40 41 42 44 44
Lewis/Louis Son 7 8 9 10 11 11 14
Frank Son 5 6 7 8 - - -
Antoine Son 1 2 3 4 6 7 9
On the 1920 allotment census of the Blackfoot Indian Reservation Frank Munroe, Sr. is listed: #1801 Frank Munroe, Sr. Widower, allot #1895 b. 1846
Ref: Clan Munro files - Munro, Henry Dallas - GEDCOM file HMUNRO.GED dated 9
Oct 1996
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