St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-12-06

when the call is all waltz If we had
had to wait three days before making
that charge and had known that it was
coming half of us would have had
blue funk.
Think then of that sixty-mile charge
across those deadly sand plains, the
cold about and in us, no music, nor no
battle, not even the cOlOrs to give us the
milk of battle courage. Even Sergeant
JIM sat hard in his saddle, while
Corporal Pfund and Stiles and many
another wondered if they would
be colder than they were by an
morning when we pulled rein on the
hills above the hostile camp and swung
the guns into line and began action.
The Indian police, who had been some
hours before us, lad made their first en-
trance into the camp without trouble.
Red Tomahawk found the teepee OF
Sitting Bull and entered. When he
told the chief that he was to come with
him Bull made no resistance, but came
out. But he was surrounded by women,
ana they, alarmed, made the first out
cry. The camp dogs took it up, until
from every teepee came brave. Red
TOmahawk and another one of the
police were 10y this time struggling
with the Bull. TOmahawk. thinking
that he would escape him, suddenly
drew his pistol and shot him In the hip.
Bull fell to the ground wounded, but
not mortally. while Tomahawk and his
party made for log cabin, where they
were quickly besieged by the hostileS.
The attack upon their temporary fort
was in progress when we came in view.
Capt. Fetchet brought the two field
guns into play at once. He and Troop
4 nf
diSmOunted and sent down the hill on
a charge into the camp. AS we started
the HOtchkiss and Calling began their
spiteful fire, and that was the music we
had for our advance. The hostiles fled,
with poor offer of resistance; they
crossed the Grand. and took up one Of
the many gullles opening from 1t. Sit
ting Bull. after receiving his wound,
had crawled into a bush, and there with
his rifle was making a fight. When
the shells came whistling into the val
lev, and we made our charge. the con-
fined Indian police were freed by the
retreat of the hostiles. Some OF
them took up the pursuit, while 9th
erS gave their attention to the Bull.
There was one of the police who had
brother killed by the Bull. When the
chief was dragged forth from the bush
this policeman sprang forward with a
broken pole, used on the side of wagons,
beat in his head, while others broke his
rife over his head, and still others
slashed his face horribly with their
knives. In this manner he died.
Lieut.. Slocum did all that he conld
to prevent this brutality, but the police
were Infatuated, and having lost five or
six of their number in the scrimmage
they were rot to be pacified. When we
came back from the river across which
we had driven the hOstileS | came
M to where the Bull lay. He
was dat on his back, his arms
drawn up and his hands under his
chin. His head was mass of Jelly and
his face gashed and cut until it was
hard to say what it was that laid there.
He was dead and found his death as
horribly as many of his victims in the
past had. Over in the gully across the
river his women were waling and urg-
ing on 200 well-armed bucks to avenge
upon us his death. Ii they had had
capable leader they might have done so.
but there was no one to take the adj
vance, and we, having accomplished
our purpose, had h0 orders to go fur
Their.
"We called in our skirmish line, and
the men. hungry and tired, went up to
the Bulls teepee. 1t stood on a small
Knoll ABOVE the OInerS. IN the uIIcu
that ran in front of 1t we built fire
and there boiled our coffee and bit at
our frosted rations. When men
and horses had had their fill
the order came to return to the fort.
We picked up the body of the Bull
and threw it into wagon. Then we
went back to Yates, making but one
stop, at Oak Creek. At the fort the
body of the chief lay in barbaric state
for two days and then was buried. That
is, we were first given the impression