The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1934-09-14

Remington was hanging on one wrist and Little
Big Man, Indian scout, on the other. Then,
as the cowboy said hell broke loose The guard
to the number of 20 closed in and surrounded
Crazy Horse. Indians. hostile and frfendies,
closed In US by the hundreds. The soldiers
formed in their quarters and a general fight
was imminent.
SIN the meantime Crazy Horse, surrounded by
the guard, suddenly fell to the ground writing
and groanng. / worked my way in between the
guard and examined him. He was frothing at
the mouth, pulse weak and intermittent, blood
trickling from the upper edge of his hip. A pri-
vate of the Ninth infantry had transfxed him
with his bayonet and his case was hopeless.
81 then worked my way to American Horse,
the friendly chief, who sitting his horse
and informed him that Crazy Horse was badly
hurt and that we would place him in the guard
house and / would care for him. His answer
was: No Wasicu Wakan, he is a chief and can
not be put in prison. The officers were at their
quarters, orderlies had vanished and no one to
carry orders. So tried to arrange matters and
advised Remington to hold the ground while 1
crossed the parade ground to the generals quar-
tiers to explain matters That resulted as fol-
lows: Please give my compliments to the officer
of the day. He is to carry out his original orders
and put the Indian in the guard house
81 returned to Remington and proceeded
to put the Indian In the guard house. AS we
started to lift him, tall Sioux grasped my hand
and in the sign language said that they did not
want to me hurt and for TO desst. The
Indians had begun cooking their rifles. So, an
other trip to the general to explain matters and
i remarked to him: General, know the temper
and feelings of these Indians You may be able
to imprison Crazy Horse, but 1t will mean the
death of good many soldiers and Indians II
you will pardon me for suggesting 1t, we may
be able to compromise on the adjutants office
where can care for him, for he will die before
morning.
"After much reluctance he acquiesced and I
returned to the scene. On being informed of
what l had done, American Horse dismounted
and spread his blanket on the ground. The In
dams placed the chief on Ii and carried him into
the adjutant's Office. By administration Of hypo-
dermics of morphia ETC.. eased his sufferings.
l remained with him until his death at II 100
p. m and there were present then Remington,
officer of the day; Lemley officer of the guard !;
old Crazy Horse; and Chief Touch the
Cloud tMahpia Yutan), six foot four In height
When Crazy Horse died this chief drew the blan-
ket over the face of the dead man and standing
up, pointed to the body and said: There lies
his lodge then pointing up, The chief has gone
above
81 then returned to my quarters across the
parade ground, accompanied by Touch the Cloud,
who slept on his blanket outside my door through
the night, as there was still danger OF trouble.
After retired, word of the death Of the chief
got out and all we could hear were the walls
and death songs from all quarters, as we were
surrounded for miles by the Indian camps. The
whole garrison of 1000 men was kept on guard
for the night. but matters finally adjusted them
selves.
Next day the body was removed to the
Spotted Tail agency and placed on the usual
platform. Later in the fall when we moved the
Indians $50 miles to the Missouri river 1t accom-
panied rs In the fall of 1878 when the Indians
were moved back to the present Pine Ridge
agency. the body was brought back and con-
cealed there"
To this day the last resting place of the chief
remains a secret among the Sioux and since It
has never been marked It is altogether fitting
that there should be some memorial to him, such
the monument recently dedicated at Fort
Robinson, In the land he loved and for which he
fought so valiantly. For. as Bourke writing of
the chiefs first sepulcher at the Spotted Tan
agency-a simple one Of plain pine slabs-has
said: "Jusf as the grave Of Custer marked the
high-water mark of Sioux supremacy In the
trans-Missouri region, so does the grave of Crazy
Horse mark the ebb from which no tide has
ever risen." ~ 49,
q BIZ western Nevrnaner r1n,on