The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1888-10-18
AIRED TERROR IN PgTTcoArs.
Mrs Spotted- Horn Bulls Part in the Ter
rible Custer Massacre.

Mr.. E.P. McFadden, one of Pitts
burg's representatives among that peo-
pie, furnishes some queer specimens OF
the unwritten history of Indian out
breaks in the Northwest that is pecu-
liarly interesting and authentic, COM
ing as it does from participants IN
those horrible massacres. On the
Standing Rock Agency, living next
door to him, is Mrs. ''Spotted-horn'
Bull" the wife of Dakota chlettaln
who bears that unique title.
Mr.. McFadden has frequently con.
versed with Mrs. Spotted-Horn-Buli
about the Custer massacre. The cop
per-colored Amazon was prominent
actor on the field of blood. Her trib-
ute to the merits of her better half Is
not at all fattering. She brands him
as having been a most arrant coward.
While the fight, which reflected great
credit on Gen. Clusters daring and
bravery but little on his Generalship,
was going on Spotted-Horn-Bull was
in command of his tribe. He weaken
ed before the bullets of the whites, and
Mrs. Spotted-Horn rushed to the res
cue. She melted the band by her
speech aud deeds to feats of Indian
daring equaled by no other tribe in the
fight. She was foremost in the COM
| bat, and with her own hands scalped
| and mutilated the bodies of dozens of
| United States soldiers.
: She describes the conduct of Custer
as being wonderfully brave, such as to
| command the respect of the red men.
| and, strange to relate, while they
| practiced their horrible methods OF
Warfare on the soldiers, the bodies OF
the General and his brother, Capt. Tom
| Custer, were left untouched. Custer
fought to the last, and is supposed to
have been the last man killed. The
| souaw tells of seeing his body lying on
| top of a group of soldiers. 1t was the
last to fall and lay right across that ol
..little chief" as a Sergeant in the
| army is called.
| Mrs Spotted -Horn-Bull is now 6
quiet, withered old squaw. whose refor
nation seems to have been accomplish
ed. She stays close to the trading pos
at Standing Rock and seldom speak:
of the scenes of bloOdshed in which she
was an actor, unless drawn out in con
tidence She evidently knows wht
killed Gen. Custer, but firmly refuses
| give lie oSSdSSlu 5 udillc.
..lt is source of wonder to ths
whites," says Mr.. McFadden, THAT tn,
bodies of Gen. Custer and his brothcl
Tom were not mutilated in the nlassa
ere. 1t was well known that tn,
treacherous Chief, Rain-in-the-Face, hat
sworn that he would eat Tom Custer
heart. The way he came to make tina
threat was this:
Observation-Disclosures had committed
some depreciation in Nebraska fo
which he was wanted by the Unitet
States notwithstanding, l thinl
it was. He took refuge at Standing
Rock and Gen. Custer sent a Sergean
with detail from Fort Lincoln t.
bring him in. The Sergeant was com
PEELED to return without his prisoner
The General then said to his brother
Tom, go to Standing Rock and brins
back Rain-in-the-Face OF leave you
own body there The Captain, wh'
never refused to obey orders, starte'
on his errand with a detail of cavalry
ut so happened that the day h
reached Standing rock was the day OIL
which rations were issued at the agen
CIV. There were fully 5000 Indians a
the place. Capt. Custer placed his de
tails so as to surround the tradin:
post. He dismounted, and, with re
volver in one hand and q sword in tn
other. entered the building. When h
got inside he asked: Where is Rain
in-the-Face?' Silence fell on the room
which was crowded with friends of til,
Chief. The Captain then told the in
terpreter to point out 'Rain-in-the
Face. This was done, and steppin;
up to him the intrepid cavalry office
placed the muzzle of his revolver a
the Indians head and said:
"Rain-in-the-Face, l want you. /
| you make an attempt to escape III
shoot you. If your friends interfere
will blow your brains out. | have bu
one life to lose and if they shoot m
you will die also
Observation-Disclosures said he would sui
NIT, but on going out at the door h
said: 1T is your turn now, but som
day l will eat your heart. ~ Pttsbur
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