Elizabeth Bacon Custer
Following the Guidon
(Illustrated Edition)
The Life of General Custe
Madison & Adams Press, 2020
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Table of Contents
Chapter I. The March into the Indian Territory.
Chapter II. General Custer's Letters Describing the March.
Chapter IV. Battle of the Washita.
Chapter V. Indian Trails, Councils, and Captives.
Chapter VI. In Camp on Big Creek.
Chapter VII. Indian Prisoners.
Chapter VIII. Corral of the Captives.
Chapter XI. Tales of Soldiers' Devotion and Drollery
Chapter XII. Wild Bill as a Magistrate.
Chapter XIII. Home of the Buffalo.
Chapter XIV. First Women to Hunt Buffaloes.
Chapter XVI. Army House-Keeping.
Chapter XVII. Necessity the Mother of Invention.
Chapter XVIII. "Garryowen" Leads the Hunt.
Chapter XX. A Flood on Big Creek.
Chapter XXI. Rattlesnakes as Neighbors.
CHAPTER I.
THE MARCH INTO THE INDIAN TERRITORY.
Around many a camp-fire in the summer, and in our winter-quarters before the huge fireplaces, where the wood merrily crackled and the flame danced up the chimney, have I heard the oft-told tales of the battle of the Washita, the first great fight of the Seventh Cavalry. The regiment was still new, having been organized during the year after the war. It had done much hard work, and had not only accomplished some genuine successes in a small way, but its records of long untiring marches in the chill of early spring, during the burning heat of a Kansas summer sun, and in the sharp frosts of a late autumn campaign, were something to be proud of. Still, the officers and men had little in the way of recognized achievement to repay them for much patient work, and they longed individually and as a regiment for a war record. This would not have been so powerful a desire had not the souls of our men been set on fire by the constant news of the torture of white prisoners by the Indians. History traces many wars to women; and women certainly bore a large though unconscious part in inciting our people to take up arms in attempts to rescue them, and to inflict such punishments upon their savage captors as would teach the Indian a needed lesson.
From the Department of the Platte, which has its headquarters in Nebraska, to the Indian Territory and Texas the trails of the regiment could be traced. It is customary to keep a daily record of each march, and a small pen-and-ink map is added. From these a larger one is made after the summer is over, and when the War Department issues yearly maps the new routes or fresh discoveries are recorded. One of these regimental journals lies before me. The map for each day marks the course of the stream, the place where the regiment encamped overnight, the "ford", the "rolling prairie", "high ridges", "level prairie", with dots to mark the line of the Pacific Railway, in course of construction; "small dry creek", "marshy soil", "level bottom", "stone bluff", etc.. One of the written records goes on to state where, as the days advanced, the troops encamped at night without water, and all the men and horses had to drink was got by digging down into the dry bed of a stream; or where, at another time, they found a "stream impassable", and "halted to build a bridge", together with such hints of experience as these: "struck an old wagon trail"; "marched over cactus-beds and through a deep ravine"; "made camp where there was standing water only"; "banks of stream miry obliged to corduroy it"; "grass along the stream poor, sandy soil"; "banks of next stream forty feet high great trouble in finding a crossing"; "obliged to corduroy another stream for each separate wagon"; "took four hours to cross twenty wagons"; "timber thick, grass poor; struck what is called by the Indians Bad Lands, being a succession of ridges with ravines fifty feet deep between"; two wagons rolled over and went down one ravine; "passed four ranches destroyed by the Indians and abandoned"; "left camp at 5 A.M.; so misty and foggy, could not see a hundred yards in advance; distance of march this day guessed, odometer out of order; marched up a cañon with banks fifty feet high"; "Company E left the columns to pursue Indians"; "all this day marched over Captain S——'s old trail"; "this was a dry camp, poor grass and plenty of cacti"; "found water-holes, the head of the river"; "total distance of march, seven hundred and four miles."
The names of the streams, the elevated points of ground, or the gulches were seldom taken from the musical nomenclature of the Indian; they seemed to have been given by the outspoken, irreverent pioneer or miner.
Evidently, if these first wayfarers had difficulty in making a crossing of a stream, they caused the name to record the obstacles. Our refined officers sometimes hesitated in their replies if asked by peace commissioners from the East, whom they were escorting to an Indian village, what the place was called. For instance, one of them said when he replied to such