Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1891-01-29
The CRUEL WAR OVER.
HeVlew Of General Miles Army of
the Northwest,
1he Pageant Witnessed by the Suspicious
SaVages in a Driving Storm-Soms
of the Famous Commands
Participating.

VIA RCSHNILLE. Neb.. Jan. 22-Ten
thousand Sioux Indians had opportuni-
ty to see the strength and discipline of
the l nlted States army. for the end of
the ghOst-dance rebellion was marked
by a review of all the soldiers who have
taken part in crushing the Indians who
had taken to the warpath through fear
OF their tribes people or by reason of
their fanaticism, which was an eccen-
tr1c but natural outcome OF the system
OF starvation practiced by the Govern
ment toward its wards. The day was
one OF the most isagreeable of the cam
palgn. The wind blew from the north.
driving sand and snow over the valley
In binding and choking sheets. The
camp of the soldiers was two miles
from the agency. Tents ran in long
lane through the great ravine. the
creeks of which We're fecked with snow
from the early-morning storm. Through
a sitting gale OF sand General Miles
and his staff rode in a ragged group, the
wind raising the tails of their horses
over their TANKS. 1t was after ten
o'clock when all preparations We're
made for the review. The SUBMITS of
the buttes to the north We're then
Will SIOUX warriors. VINO
We're closely wrapped in their
blankets and staring at the long
lines of cavalrymen and infantrymen.
which stretched away to the south until
they were lost in the flying sand. The
redskins We're strange group of
spectators. They looked like Arabs as
they are sometimes seen in prints
squatting on the ground or mounted on
ponies on the top of the knobs when the
sun is sinking. Many of the late ghost
dancers We're still wrapped in the
precious but ghOstly habiliments of the
strange religious craze. Others Were
clOalled in blue blankets. the wind toss
ing their colored ribbons and eagle
feathers in barbaric grandeur. The
great Indian village two miles north
was deserted. and the sullen Sioux
seemed awed by the activity of the
troops. Shiverin% in the biting wind were
their thousands of ponies. huddlcd about
the tepeeS. The warriors We're still sus-
piciouS that some move would bc made
to wipe them of the face of the earth
Stretching in a long. ghostly line along
the ridge of buttes to the north We're
their pickets. ready to give the word
case the soldiers should advance upon
them.
General Miles sat upon black horse
on Il knoll to the east. in front of his
escort. which consisted of representa-
tives OF every arm of the army in the
field. and Captains Maus. Baldwin and
EwerS. Finally there came through
She gale the shrill notes of the bugle
They We're 50 faint that they were al
most lost in the storm. Then one by
one the troops took up the call, and the
great parade of the regular army
which was the grandeSt since the final
diSpOSement of the troops. in 1865. in
Washington. began to pass in review.
General Brooke. muified up in a wolf
Skin OvercOdt. grimy from sand that
sWirled about his horse. and followed
by his staff. led the procession. When
the horsemen passed in front Of General
Miles the two leaders of the campaign
dipped their hats. Then General
Brooke. wheeling his horse over the
yellow grass. took Il position beside
his superior. \ cloud of sand now
swept across the prairie. but through
the binding sheet, and with heads muf-
fled in huge fur caps. came the great de
tachInent of Ogalalla Sioux scouts. with
Captain Taylor. with his sword at a
salute, at their head.
Sergeant Redshirt. the handsomest
Indian in the Sioux Nation. was at the |
extreme right. his long hair tossing in a |
tangled mass over his shoulders. Yank- |
ton Charlie. who saved the revolvers of |
poor Lieutenant Casey, rode at the left |
ba -
closely about him that the war feathers |
on his breast Were concealed. Behind |
these famous scouts was the First Reri- |
znent Band of Angel Island. Cal. in fur |
mittens and caps playing march. |
which was almost lost in the roar of the |
storm. When the musicians. with horns |
roaring and drums rafting. got opposite |
General Miles they stepped away from /
the column SO that they faced their |
Then came the great |
swinging column of infantry. in brown |
canvas overcoats and fur caps. and the |
glittering barrels of their rifles over |
their shoulders.
Colonel Shafter. with his side whis- |
kers closely clipped. rode at the head of |
the advancing column. The men
marched in company front. with their
red and white guidons. tattered by shot |
and shell. swapping spitefully in the
gale. This was the First Regiment of |
the army, and as its officers passed in
front of General Miles their swords |
flashed through the flying sand, and |
then fell at their saddle girths.
Captain DOugherty. grim veteran of a
dozen Indian wars. and the man who
had his three-inch rified gun trained on
the hostiles all the time they marched |
up the valley to the agency. was at the
head of one column. Those ragged |
guidonS went down before the command
ing General. and instantly fell back as
the som brero of the great Indian strate-
gist was dipped.
Behind the. trumpeters tramped the |
Second Infantry, of Omaha. in blue |
overcoats and brown leggings. with !
Major Butler at their head. and then
came the Seventeenth Infantry. swing
ing along with the jauntiness displayed |
when it marched through the blizzard |
and sand along the Cheyenne river. |
There was rumbling back of the in |
fantry. Mules with patient looking |
faces and statuesque ears were dragging |
machine cannon. Those guns the In
dians declare shoot to-day and kill to-
morrow. The noise came from bat !
terry of Gattiing and Hotchlliss guns, and
mules Flooding along at their sides with
cartridges packed in white canvas bags !
or their backs. Behind these machine |!
cannon was Captain Capron's battery |
OF 3-inch rifle guns. with soldiers hold /!