The Northern Pacific Railroad from St. Paul had reached Bismarck, and was determined5 to push on across Dakota and Montana, as the union Pacific had pushed on across Nebraska and Wyoming. Scarcely had the Seventh Cavalry6 been welcomed at Fort Rice, when they prepared to take the long trail again, as escort to protect the engineers surveying a route westward7 for the railroad.
So when the Northern Pacific Railroad engineers started upon their survey westward still, their escort numbered almost 2000 soldiers: of the Seventh[237] Cavalry, of infantry8, of artillery9, and of Indian scouts10, all under Major-General D. S. Stanley, with General Custer the “Long Hair” in command of the ten companies of the Seventh.
It was to be a march clear across western Dakota to the Yellowstone River of Montana. Few white men had seen this country.
The Indian scouts were not the faithful Osages or Kaws. They were Arikaras; a war-like tribe of smaller numbers than the southern Indians; their head scout11 was Bloody12 Knife. They hated the Sioux, and so did the Crows of Montana. The Sioux long had fought the Arikaras, and nowadays were constantly invading the country of the Crows, for scalps and horses.
With the Seventh were Dr. James Honzinger, the fat, bald-headed old veterinary surgeon of the regiment13, and Mr. Baliran who was the post sutler. They were not enlisted14 men but were civilian15 employees, and accompanied the expedition as an outing. The general took Mary the black cook, for his mess.
It required a month of marching before, July 19, the Yellowstone River in Montana was reached. It had seemed much like old times, with the general leading on Dandy or Vic, in his fringed buckskins, his fringed gauntlets, his broad-brimmed hat, his blue shirt and crimson17 tie, and high, red-topped boots; the hounds galloping18 right and left, and plenty of hunting.
The engineer party, and the scientists who were[238] along, must move slowly, taking many notes. Dr. Honzinger and Mr. Baliran insisted upon straggling and riding apart from the column, picking up specimens19. They were warned that this was dangerous practice, but they did not heed20, and refused even to carry any weapons.
Near where the Powder River empties into the Yellowstone the general took Captain Moylan’s company and Lieutenant21 Tom’s company, and Bloody Knife the Arikara scout, to explore the route ahead. No Indians had yet been sighted; but now, after a mile or two, Bloody Knife, stopping short, examining the ground, signed: “Indians have passed here.”
So they had: nineteen Sioux, by the fresh sign. They must have been reconnoitering the camp, and had traveled on to inform the main company of warriors22.
Nevertheless, on rode the little squadron, until from the bluffs24 along the Yellowstone, green before them lay the beautiful valley of the Tongue River flowing up from the south. The general gave orders to make camp in a clump25 of cottonwood trees, and to wait for the column. With horses unsaddled and unbitted and staked out, and pickets26 posted, the command stretched out upon the ground for a rest. Most of the officers loosened their clothing and prepared to nap.
Ned was nodding, half asleep, when breaking the[239] perfect calm, starting everybody with a jump, spoke27 the “Bang! Bang!” of the pickets’ carbines.
“Indians!” were shouting the pickets’ voices.
The camp was on its feet, peering and blinking. The pickets were kneeling and aiming; and beyond them, across the open valley were riding for the tethered horses a short line of painted horsemen.
“To your horses, men! Quick! To your horses! Run!” The command of the general was as sharp as the crack of a whip. Shoeless and hatless and coatless he stood, rifle in hand.
There were only half a dozen Indians in sight. Evidently they had intended to stampede the mounts; but they had reckoned without their host. The Seventh Cavalry had met Indians before. Out rushed the troopers, to grasp the lariats of the horses, and to reinforce the picket-line. And stopping short, the squad23 of Indians only raced back and forth28, beyond range, gesturing as if inviting29 the soldiers to come and get them. Sioux they were, by their war-dress and action, said Bloody Knife, his eyes flaming hatred30 and disdain31.
Now was it “Boots and Saddles” and “Mount.” The general took Adjutant Calhoun and Lieutenant Tom and twenty men, including Ned the trumpeter, and galloped32 forth boldly; Captain Moylan was to follow.
The six Sioux easily kept out of reach. As anybody ought to know, they were only trying cunningly[240] to lead the white chief on, into an ambuscade. So continued the chase, up the grassy33 green valley.
“I’ll take my orderly and ride ahead, Tom,” presently called the general. “Perhaps that will develop those rascals’ plan. You follow at about two hundred yards interval34, ready to rush in.”
The general was on his Kentucky horse Vic. Sergeant35 Butler his orderly had a good horse, too. But the Indians would not let even them close in, with the other soldiers so near at hand. They were smart, these six Sioux, and knew what they were about.
A patch of timber was before to the left. The general had halted; also halted the six Indians. The general rode in a circle, for a parley36; the six Indians paid no attention. Now here came Sergeant Butler, back with a message from the general. He saluted37 Lieutenant Tom.
“The general’s compliments, and he would suggest that you keep a sharp eye on that bunch of trees, yonder,” said the sergeant.
“Very well,” responded Lieutenant Tom.
Sergeant Butler galloped off.
“In my opinion, that brush is full of Sioux, and those six bucks16 would be only too glad to lead us past,” said Adjutant Calhoun, to Lieutenant Tom.
“The general had better join us or we him,” answered the lieutenant, gazing anxiously. “He’s too near. He’s liable——” but from all the detachment issued a sudden cry.
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The six Sioux had wheeled, and were charging, and from the timber patch had burst, as if at a breath, fully38 three hundred others. At full speed they came, whooping39 and firing, and in splendid line. Evidently these Sioux were fine warriors.
All eyes leaped to the general. Around he had whirled, around had whirled the sergeant, and back they were spurring for dear life. They were three hundred yards from the timber, almost opposite to them, and two hundred yards from the soldiers.
On sped the line of Sioux, dividing, part to head off the general, part to ride to rear of the detachment and head off Captain Moylan, coming from behind.
“Prepare to fight on foot!” It was Lieutenant Tom’s clear voice.
From the saddle swung three men from each squad, leaving Number Four to hold the horses.
“As skirmishers, men! Quick!” and “Company—halt!” issued the commands. There was no time for regulation orders. Out in front of the horses had run the dismounted men, to halt in loose line, kneel, and without waiting for more orders, to aim.
“Don’t fire, men, until I give the word,” spoke Lieutenant Tom, revolver in hand, behind the line. “Aim low.”
Racing40 in toward one another the Sioux, and the general and Sergeant Butler, seemed about to join. But the general and the sergeant were beating. They would arrive first. Good!
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The Sioux were well within range. Their war-paint and their feathers showed plain. There were enough of them to ride over the little line of cavalry and trample41 it to death. Ned, revolver drawn42 as he knelt at the rear of the line, felt himself trembling, although he was not afraid. Out rang the voice of Lieutenant Tom.
“Let them have it!”
“Crash!” belched43 the fifteen carbines. And with smart rattle44 as chambers45 opened, closed, reloaded they belched again: “Crash!” Through the smoke Indian horsemen were reeling and falling, ponies46 were sprawling47 or galloping wildly; and away to either side were scampering48 the Sioux warriors.
“Bang! Bang-bang! Bang!” for the third time roared the carbines. “Hooray! Yah! Yah!” cheered loudly the soldiers. With answering cheer up raced at full speed the support of Captain Moylan. Breathing hard, his eyes blazing blue from his red burned face, the general also was arrived and eager.
“Prepare to fight on foot!” shouted Captain Moylan.
The Sioux were many; the soldiers few; but with the horses protected by a semi-circle of skirmishers they steadily49 fell back to the grove50 of the noonday nap. Yet even here matters might have gone hard—for these Sioux were determined fighters—had not appeared, coming on with cheers and guidons flying,[243] four more companies of the Seventh, sent ahead by the wise General Stanley. And the Sioux galloped away.
The companies brought bad news. That morning, after the general had left, along the line of march had been found the lifeless bodies of Dr. Honzinger and Mr. Baliran, pierced by ball and by arrow. The two cronies had wandered, as customary, and must have been two miles from help when Indians—Sioux, of course—had struck them down.
Two soldiers also were killed, and another battle was fought—a longer, harder battle—with more Sioux, up the Yellowstone, before, the last week in September, the Seventh returned again to barracks.
These were new barracks, the post of Fort Abraham Lincoln, built this summer and fall beside the Missouri, above Fort Rice and opposite the town of Bismarck which was the end of the railroad.
Fort Abraham Lincoln belonged to the Seventh Cavalry. It was their headquarters post, housing six companies. The four other companies on Dakota duty were stationed at Fort Rice.
’Twas rather dull being a soldier at Fort Lincoln, or Rice either, in the long, snowy, below-zero winter. No trains came into Bismarck; mail and supplies must arrive by horse and sleigh. There was little mounted drill for the soldiers, and the men moved about well muffled51 in fur caps and buffalo-hide shoes and mittens52.
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Out near the agencies the friendly Sioux gathered, waiting till spring; and further in the reservation had gathered in their villages the unfriendly Sioux, under Sitting Bull the medicine chief. But who was friendly and who was unfriendly could not be told; so that nobody in the post was permitted to wander beyond rifle shot, except on business.
The Arikara or Ree scouts and their families were camped at the edge of Fort Lincoln. Bloody Knife the chief scout was the general’s favorite. The best white scout at Fort Lincoln was “Lonesome” Charley Reynolds. He had long-lashed, dark-blue eyes, and small, fine features. He was quieter than even Will Comstock; and rarely spoke unless spoken to. He did not look like a scout or act like a scout, yet he was one of the bravest men of the West.
In the spring came out upon a visit from the East another Custer—Boston Custer, the general’s youngest brother; a thin, pale stripling about the age of Ned the trumpeter. He did not look well, but he expected that the fresh air and the out-door life of the western plains would make him strong.
When the spring opened, there had been much talk about the mysterious Black Hills, which the Indians called Pah-sap-pa. The newspapers had contained a great deal of reference to the Black Hills, and now the frontier people of Wyoming, to the southwest of it, and of Dakota, to the east of it, were asking that the[245] Government let explorers in. However, this was Sioux country, guaranteed to them by the United States in the treaty of 1868; and it was very dear Sioux country.
“You see,” said Charley Reynolds, in one of the moments when he talked among the men, “it’s like this. Now, I’ve never been in the Black Hills—away in, I mean. I’ve no doubt there’s gold there. The rocks look so, to me; and trappers, and the Injuns too, say there’s gold. But it’s medicine country. The Injuns say those mountains are full of bad spirits who mustn’t be disturbed. The fact is, it’s the only good country the Sioux have. Lots of timber and fine water and grass; both a summer and a winter country; and the Sioux don’t mean to give it up. You can’t blame ’em. They know that as soon as the miners get in there, the game will be scared out or killed, and timber cut, and water spoiled, and the Indians driven off. They watch that region mighty53 close.”
“You’re right, I guess,” agreed Sergeant Butler, and Odell also nodded. “But I’ll wager54 my buffalo coat against a pipeful of tobacco that the Government isn’t going to let those Black Hills stay unexplored. The army’s got to have a map of this reservation, so that in case of trouble we know where we’re going. Then if the Injuns retreat into the Black Hills, we can follow ’em.”
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Sure enough, when the plains grew green with grass the report spread that the Seventh Cavalry was to explore the Black Hills, distant 200 miles southwest, in air-line.
The orders were issued June 8 from the Department of Dakota headquarters at St. Paul, by command of Brigadier-General Alfred H. Terry, the Department commander. The four companies of the Seventh from Fort Rice were to come up to Fort Lincoln, and all ten companies were to take the field together. There would be “doughboys” or “walking soldiers;” G company of the Seventeenth Infantry and I company of the Twentieth; a squad of army engineers under Captain William Ludlow; General George A. Forsyth who was the famous “Sandy” Forsyth of the island fight with Roman Nose, near the Forks of the Republican; Charley Reynolds the scout; Skunk55 Head and Bull Bear and other Rees under Bloody Knife; and some Santee Sioux whose chief guides were Goose and “Jo Lawrence.”
Boston Custer, or “Bos,” announced that he was to go; and before the start, arrived two scientists, engaged by the Government: Professor N. H. Winchell, the state geologist56 of Minnesota, and Mr. George Bird Grinnell, of New Haven57, Connecticut, who would report upon the fossils and animals. A photographer of St. Paul arrived, to take pictures on the trip; and a number of civilian miners attached themselves to the column, to prospect58 for gold.
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The start was made on July 2. The expedition must return within sixty days. It made a formidable sight: about 1000 men in all, with three gatling guns and a three-inch rifled cannon, 110 army wagons59 and ambulances, and the forty Custer dogs!
Agard the interpreter and Charley Reynolds said the Indian scouts expected that the white people would not dare to enter right into the mysterious Black Hills. The general laughed.
The march was almost a picnic. Anybody who wished to hunt had hunting of antelope60 and deer in plenty. The scientists were busy, examining rocks and animals. Bos Custer was a great favorite. Of course he was a tenderfoot, for this was his first experience on the plains. The general and Colonel Tom, his brothers, played many jokes upon him, to try his mettle61 and make fun; but he took everything so good naturedly and made himself so useful that he was much liked. As for the general, he was again in his element: buckskin clad, galloping on Vic or Dandy, talking sign-language with Bloody Knife and Bull Bear and Skunk’s Head and Goose, and picking up much information from the scientists.
After 300 miles, according to the odometer or measuring wheels of the engineers’ cart, on July 20 through a little ravine the course suddenly changed from dry burning prairie to green grass knee-deep, ripening62 gooseberries, wild cherries, cool breezes and crystal waters. Such was the terrible Black Hills,[248] on the inside. Now even the scouts were eager to go on. Never had so entrancing a country been seen by anybody in the command.
From north to south and south to north through the Black Hills marched the column. The soldiers hunted and napped, the scientists searched for knowledge, the miners prospected63 for gold. They found considerable “color,” which they excitedly showed at camp; but they did not make any great strikes. Professor Winchell, the geologist, was of the opinion that not much gold lay hidden here; however, he did not convince the miners or the soldiers.
There was no trouble from the Sioux: the whole expedition was a perfect success, without bother; and their wagons and saddles laden64 high with horns and skins and other specimens, at halfpast four o’clock on the afternoon of August 30, the sixtieth day to a dot, the tattered65 but happy column swung their hats to Fort Abe Lincoln again.
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