The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1908-07-03
CHAPTER xxxtv.
The Last Stand.

II was shortly after two O'Clock IN
the afternoon when that compact col.
umn Of c~avalrymen moved silently
forward down the %concealing coule0
toward the more open ground beyond.
Clusters plan was surprise, the sudden
shifting of that village in the valley
from the rear by the quick charge OF
his horsemen. From man to man the
whispered purpose travelled down the
ranks. the eager troopers greeting the
welcome message with kiRdling eyes.
1t was the old way Of the Seventh,
and they knew it well.
With Custer riding at the head of
the column, and only a little to the
G a of the advance scouts, his adult.
ant Cook, together with a volunteer
aide, beside him, the five depleted
troops filed resolutely forward, dream.
ing not OF possible defeat. Suddenly
distant shots were heard far of tic
their left and rear. and deepening into
a rumble, ~evidencing a warm engage.
ment, The interested troopers lifted
their heads, listening intently, while
eager whispers ran from man 70 mar
along the closed files.
Reno is going in, boys: II will ba
our turn next"
Close up! Quiet there, lads,
| quiet" officer after officer passed the
word of command.
Yet there we're those among them
| who felt a strange dread-that firing
| .nnnAoI CO for I'm fho cf-aar, frnr,
| where Reno should have been by that
time. Still it might be that those
| o~verhanging bluffs would mufle and
defect the reports. All about them
lowered death in dreadful guise. None
among them saw those cruel. spying
| eyes watching from distant ridges.
| peering at them from concealed ra-
i vines; none marked the rapidly mass
ing hordes, hideous in war-paint,
crowded into nearby coulees and be.
hind protecting hills.
1t burst upon them with wild yells.
The gloomy ridges blazed into their
startled faces, the dark ~ravines hurled
at them skurrying horsemen, while.
wherever their eyes turned, they be
held savage forms leaping forth from
hill and %cou,ee, gulch and rock shad.
ow. Horses fell, or ran about neigh.
ing; men flung up their hands and
died in that first awful minute Of con.
sternation, and the little column
seemed to shrivel away as If consum.
ed by the flame which struck 1t, front
and flank and rear. 1t was as If those
men had ridden into the mouth of
hell.
Yet 1t was scarcely for more than q
minute. Men trained, strong. clear OF
brain, were in those stricken lines
men who had seen Indian battle be
fore. The recoil came, swift as had
been the surprise. Voice after voice
rang out old familiar orders, steady
ing instantly the startled nerves; dis
cipline conquered disorder, and the
shattered column rolled out, as If by
magic, into the semblance of q battle
line.
1t was magnificently done. Custer
and his troop commanders brought
their sorely smitten men into a posi-
ton of defense, even hurled them
cheering forward in short, swift
charges, so as to clear the front and
gain room in which to deploy. Out Of
confusion emerged discipline, conf
dencc. esprit de corps.
Safe beyond the range OF the troop
ers' light carbines. the Indians, witt
their heavier rifles. kept hurting {
constant storm of lead. hugging the
gullies. and spreading out until there
was no rear toward which the harass
ed cavalrymen could turn for safety
One by one, continually under q heav.
fire, the scattered troops were form
ed into something more nearly re
sembling a battle line-Calhoun OF
the left. then Keogh, Smith an,
Yates. with Tom Custer holding tn,
extreme right. Thus they waited grim
ly for the next assault.