I just finished reading “Silas Soule”, a short, eventful life of moral courage, by Tom Bensing.
The name originates in France, pronounced Soulé, however, Silas’ branch of the family came from Great Britain, so the origin of the French family isn’t known, yet.
Silas Stillane Soulé (my accent placed here) was born in 1836 and died in 1865 by a gun shot by a known ruffian, who had been a soldier with a questionable past.
Silas is buried in the Riverside Cemetery in Denver.
When the young man died he was a hero of the Sand Creek massacre, the massacres that exterminated Indian men, women and children in the most barbarous ways. Silas refused to lead his men into the surprise attack near Denver because Indian Chiefs had been proposing peaceful solutions.
The book speaks a lot of the man, who had humor, wit, charm and moral courage, all of which he demonstrated in his life. He was described as having sandy colored hair and stood with good posture.
He was killed only three weeks after he had been married.
I am related to Silas Soule, but I haven’t learned just how, as of yet. My grandmother was a Soule and her brother, Walter Soule, ran an Indian trading post on a reservation. I do remember my mother telling me about a relative who refused to take his men into the surprise Sand Creek attack, but I’ve just recently learned about him.
The book explains a lot, but I still want to get deeper into the family history. It surprises me that all this took place less than 100 years before I was born. American history of the white man is still young.