The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1909-08-12

The braves prepared to kill be-
fore they were killed and every
thing was in readiness for the
fight OF the squaws and papooses,
while the warriors, following.
should fight the soldiers LISTING
for the Sioux blood.
Gen. Miles had planned a review
of the forces in the field as last
act of the campaign, and it was
the order for the gathering and
the marching that had been taken
as an order of massacre by the
suspicious Sioux.
Trumpet and bugle calls of
boots and saddles" and assem-
BILE" burdened the air. The
troopers and "doughboys" had
fallen in 5000 strong. The column
started west with flags and guidons
futtering, The head of the COM
mand, the greatest that had been
gathered together up to that time
since the days of the civil war,
reached the bluff above the Sioux
village. a shout would have
started the stampede of the say
ages; a shot would have been the
signal for a volley from the war
riors lying between the white col
umn and the village.
The soldiers passed on and the
review began, but out on the hills
the Indian sentinels still stood,
and between the marching whites
and the village were the long lines
of braves still suspicious and still
ready to give their lives for the
women and children in the heart
Of the valley.
What a review was that on the
snow-covered South Dakota plains
that January morning 10 years
ago, Gen. Miles on his great
black horse watched the 5000
soldiers pass, soldiers that had
stood the burden of battle and the
hardships of a winters campaign
and had checked one of the great
est Indian uprisings of history.
The First infantry, led by Col.
Shafter, who afterward was in
command in front OF Santiago, was
there that day. Guy V. Henry,
now living in peaceful Arlington
cemetery, rode at the head of his
black troopers, the buffalo sol
diers" of the Sioux. Capt. Allen
w, Capron was there with the bat
terry that afterwards opened the
the battle at Santiago. TheSeventh
cavalry was there, two Of its
troops, B and K having barely
enough men left in the ranks to
form a platoon.
These two troops had borne the
brunt Of the fighting at Wounded
Knee a month before when 90 men
fthe Seventh fell killed or wound
ed before the bullets of the Sioux.
When the two troops with their
attenuated ranks rode by, the re-
viewing general removed his cap,
an honor otherwise paid only to
the colors of his country.
The column filed past, broke
into regiments, then into troops
and companies, and the word of
dismissal was given. The Indian
sentinels on the ridges, signaled
the camp in the valley. In an
other minute there was stampede,
but it was only that of the thous-
ands of Sioux ponies turned loose
and eager to get back to their
breakfast Of bunch grass on the
prairies.
Two Strike, the Sioux, watched
the review that day. Old Two
Strike was one of the warriors
who went out with a following of
braves on the warpath the month
previous. Two Strike wore no
ghost shirt. He was above such
superstition, even though he took
no pains to urge his comrades to
follow his shirtless example.
Two Strike was glad of the craze
that had brought, war, for he
hated the whites harder than he
hated anything on earth except