Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1900-07-21
Col. Brodie's Two Wounds
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the other day, as he with few of that
scattered band of famous fighters were
waiting for train to Williams. Its
astrange coincidence that was wound
ed when 1 was a lieutenant, just fresh
from West Point, on the Gath day OF
June, by Apaches Gut here, and it was
the gath day of June, over 20 years
later, was wounded at Los Guaymas.
in Cuba, and nearly in the same place."
81 was nothing but kid then, and
was stationed at Fort Grant. A short
time afterward L was sent to Fort
Apache during the outbreak in '73
built up the place, and was helping to
keep the red cusses in shape there with
a few men. rode into the country on
horseback, over 700 miles, and you'd
have to ride $50 more miles to get to
the nearest point on the railroad to
the north.
I'VE had been cooped up at Fort
Apache for over four months without
any mail; the men were getting rest.
less-guess it was enough to make
them restless, too, for we expected the
whole herd of Apaches down on us
at any time. You never could tell
what old Geronimo would do. One day
the captain gave me detail of Is men
and told me to go to Fort Grant for
mail and few supplies. It was over
100 miles and through the Indian
country ali the way hills and desert
where a jackrabbit would have trouble
to keep on a trail. About half way out
eight of my troopers deserted. There
was no use in my trying to get them
back again, for you couldn't find them
in the first place to get them back
egain, and 1 couldn't have took 'em
back with me if had found them, be.
cause I didn't have enough men to
do it.
I'VE had been lodging hostile bands
OF Indians for some time before we
had brush with them. Coming ur
through a long draw we jumped Up a
band of about 10 or 20 and the music
commenced. There was no way of get.
ting in any fancy moves on them.-we
were in the bottom of a long draw, OF
oanyoD, just about wide enough for
an ordinary road. 1t was either go
ahead, retreat or climb a side of the
canyon. There wasn't much Ito hest
tate over; we would have had n long
retreat down that draw and been ported
If we attempted to climb the sides Of
the canyon My sergeant was an old.
timer, as were a number OF my little
band. They knew as we'll as did that
the only thing that would save US
was quick dash right into them
something that the Indian can't stand
little bit unless they outnumber you
ten to one. We gave them a volley to
stir them up, and let them know we
were coming, and had the satisfaction
OF seeing three or four of them drop,
then, yelling like a lot of hyenas, we
started down the draw on dead run,
headed straight into them. Each
trooper swung out his six-shooter
ready for a snapshot at the first In
dian he could reach. The old sergeant
was close at my heels, with every fell
low hugging down close to the saddle.
I turned half around in my saddle Just
before we struck them, and as did so
bullet broke through my saddle horn
and another cut through my vest and
ripped me across the stomach about
half-inch deep.
The PEACHES couldn't stand the rush.
We run them up the canyon about
mile before they could find any side
breaks to get out of and scatter. We
lost three troopers in the fight. After
1t was over we went back to where they
were, rolled them in their blankets and
buried them among the rocks as best
we could. There wasn't much ceremony
or tears for the poor fellows-we hadn't
time for it; we all expected the same
thing all the time; besides there was
splendid possibility of the whole
bunch of US going the same way before
we got through, without anyone left
to roll US in blanket. If the poor In
dian gathered in a band of blue-coats,
he also gathered up their hair, and left
flock of buzzards to do the rest.
After burying the troopers we
struck q trail up the canyon side and
camped in a clearing where we could
command q view of the country sur
rounding, and doctored up our wounds
as best we could; mine was painful.
but only a flesh wound. I think was
sorer over my ruined new coat and vest
than from the wound.
THE band of Indians circled around
our camp again that afternoon, and
we exchanged long shots with them,
without doing any damage to either
side. As soon as night came we struck
out for Fort Grant as fast as we could !
make 1T through the night, and eluded
them. An Indian won't fight at night, !
anyway, unless you force him to.
We reached the fort late the next
Gay. The closer we came to it the less
danger there was, for troops from the
9ortkept the country round pretty wen
cleaned up and quiet
I'VE stayed at the fort for several
days, until our wounds healed, before
making return trip. The colonel in
command of the fort insisted on my
staying there for time, as there were
over 200 hostile Indians on the warpath /
scattered all over that country. He !
told me that it was foolish to make the
attempt, and never expected to see me