GREASY GRASS - Chapter Five

 

I believe that around 4:30 pm, Saturday, 25 June, 1876, after pausing briefly at the bottom of the Medicine Trail Coulee, head scout Mitch Bouyer, Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer and German born "C" company bugler Henry Dose, all began crossing the Minniconjou Ford (above) of the Little Big Horn river, together.  About midstream, Private Dose was shot and killed by a musket fired by the Cheyenne warrior Bobtail Horse.

Next to him the Sioux warrior White Bull aimed at the second soldier, who was “...riding a fine looking horse, a sorrel with...four white stockings."  White Bull pulled the trigger and that soldier fell into the river. “They all reined up their horses and gathered around where he had fallen....By this time the air was getting thick with gun smoke and it was hard to see...When it cleared a little I saw...Some of them got off their horses...and seemed to be dragging something out of the water, while others soldiers still on horseback kept shooting at us.”

Before the black powder smoke obscured the scene another witness saw soldiers fall while crossing the river. He was the young Crow scout Curley (above), who was watching from the bluffs above. Telling his story years before and miles apart from White Bull, Curley said one of the men who was shot crossing the river was ridding a sorrel horse with white stockings. 

And that day the only officer, scout or trooper who was riding a sorrel horse with four white leggings (above)  was George Armstrong Custer.

According to several witnesses who helped recover his body two days after the battle, Custer had received a gunshot wound in his left chest "near the heart".  Assuming the bullet missed that vital organ, it would have caused a massive spontaneous pneumothorax (above) - damaging his rib cage before puncturing the upper lobe of his left lung and leaving behind a sucking chest wound.  

Air and blood filled the chest space outside his now deflated lung causing intense pain, rapid and continuing blood loss and the inability to draw a deep breath. Custer was probably conscious, but would be unable to communicate coherently.

Lieutenant William Winer Cooke (above) was probably the first officer to reach Custer's side, and with the help of enlisted men they would have lifted Custer and thrown him across the back of his horse.

They lead the animal away from the river and up the first escape route which presented itself - not the Medicine Trail Coulee, which angled southward, back the way the regiment had come, but to the right, northward (above, left), away from the rest of the regiment, up what is now called the Long Coulee.

Captain Myles Walter Keogh (above), leading the 3 companies directly behind Custer, threw "C" and "I" companies into skirmish line to hold off the warriors with their carbines, while  "L" company followed Custer's body up the Long Coulee.  But this skirmish line, like Reno's earlier, did not and could not hold for long.

"Suddenly we heard war cries behind us", continued White Bull.  "I looked back and saw hundreds of Lakotas and (Cheyenne)  warriors charging toward us....The soldiers must have seen them too, for they fell back to the far bank of the river, and those still on horseback got off to fight on foot. As warriors rode up to join us...a big cry went up.  Hoka hey!" the Lakotas were shouting. "They are going!" I saw this was true. The soldiers were running back up the coulee and swarming out over the higher ground to the north."

As the skirmish line fell apart, Lieutenant James Calhoun (above), along with his second in command, 

...20 year old 2nd Lieutenant John Jordan Crittenden (above), lead the 34 men of "L" company back up Medicine Trail Coulee, chased closely by warriors all the way.  At the top of drainage, and finding that his men were isolated,  Crittenden tried  to form a defense, dismounting on a height later named Calhoun Ridge. Crittenden was naturally hindered by his glass eye, the result of a shot gun injury years earlier. Warriors were able to stamped the troop's horses, leaving the men on foot in the very center of the now sprawling battlefield.

Among the warriors who swarmed up Medicine Trail Coulee in pursuit was the 28 year old Cheyenne warrior Two Moon (above). He recalled, “The shooting was quick, quick. Pop—pop—pop very fast. Some of the soldiers were down on their knees, some standing. Officers all in front. The smoke was like a great cloud, and everywhere the Sioux went the dust rose like smoke....”

A 22 year old Southern Cheyenne girl, Antelope Woman, later named Kate Big Head, was singing war songs in the Cheyenne camp, in support of her brother, White Bull. Then she learned that her nephew, Noisy Walking,  had been wounded in the fight across the river. Grabbing a horse she galloped up the right drainage, Medicine Trail Coulee.  At the top she found “The soldiers had lined themselves out on a long ridge.” 

She later told an interviewer, while the Indians, “...hid themselves crawling forward...gradually creeping closer...by following the gullies or dodging from knoll to knoll...within a few minutes there were many hundreds of warriors wriggling along the gullies all around the soldiers...their saddled horses standing near them showing all of the warriors where the white men were.”

Moving around, searching for her nephew, Antelope Woman saw, "The soldier horses got scared and all of them broke loose and ran toward the river." Abandoned of their means of escape she saw the soldiers begin to use their last pistol shots to end their own lives. "Right away," she said, "all of them began shooting themselves or shooting each other....For a short time the Indians just stayed where they were and watched. Then they rushed forward. But not many of them got to strike coup blows on living enemies."

Not seeing her nephew, Antelope Woman turned north, crossing what was later called Keogh Ridge. But the fight there was already over,  all the soldiers dead. So she pushed on until she reached "Last Stand Hill". There she observed, "The Indians were crowded on the (northern) side of the ridge along it's two sides.  I followed, but keeping myself back so I would not be hit by a bullet. I stopped and looked over a little hill and watched a band of soldiers on the ground at the norther slope of the ridge"

The same destruction which had been brought to Lieutenant  Crittenden and Captain Keogh's commands now befell the last group of soldiers who had followed Custer to the river ford. The loss of their leader had dissolved the unit cohesion. Isolated, and bewildered, the last of the men under Custer were surrounded, picked off and killed. They had stripped his chest, looking to tend his chest wound, but it had done no good. He might have been already dead when someone, probably Lieutenant Cooke, whose body was found beside Custer, put a bullet in Yellow Hair's brain, to save him the agony if the Sioux or Cheyenne had reached him first.    

"At the time there must have been hundreds of warriors for every white man," remembered Antelope .Woman.  "The shots kept coming from the place where the soldiers were lying behind their dead horses. All the Indians jumped up and ran forward...But there were seven of the White men who sprang to their feet and went running toward the river (Deep Ravine),...There was such a rush and mix up that it seemed the whole world had gone wild."

Two Moon saw the last of them. "One man all alone ran far down toward the river...I thought he was going to escape, but a Sioux fired and hit him in the head. He was the last man. He wore a braid on his arms."  It meant that he was an noncommissioned officer.

As did many other warriors, White Bull went among the dead soldiers, looking for ammunition. On the top of the ridge he found a naked white man's body. He turned the corpse over and recognized him as the soldier on the sorrel horse he had shot at the river.  "I remembered how close some of his bullets had come, so I thought I would take the medicine of his trigger finger to make me an even better shot. Taking out my knife. I began to cut off that finger." But a woman's voice stopped him. She said, "He is our relative."

It was the attractive young Cheyenne woman  Mona Setah (above) , whom White Bull had been courting.  She had brought her 7 year old son to this butcher ground. His name was Yellow Hair, for the blond highlights in his rich black mane. Seven years earlier Mona Setah had been taken captive at the battle of the Washita, and during the slow march north she had been raped by George Armstrong Custer.  That fall she had given birth to her boy.  It was Custer's body which lay naked before them at that moment.  While White Bull watched Mona Setah's  mother shoved a sewing awl deep into each of Custer's ears, "So Long Hair will hear better in the spirit land."  And, said White Bull, "That was the first I knew that Long Hair was the soldier chief...I shot at the ford."

It was now approaching 5:30pm.  In less than an hour of fighting 210 soldiers under the direct command of George Armstrong Custer had been killed.  At most one, or perhaps two white men escaped.  As heartbreaking as the loss of so many soldiers' lives was, no white families would starve during the coming winter.  According to the Cheyenne count, seven of their sons had been killed driving the white soldiers from their village. The Sioux had lost 19 men and boys who would no longer  feed their families. Between 10 and 20 native women and children were also killed. Remembered Two Moon,  "We had no dance that night. We were sorrowful." 

Antelope Woman eventually found her nephew in a deep gulch. "He had been shot through the body and had been stabbed several times. I stayed with him while a young man friend went to the camps to tell his mother." She brought a travois to carry her son back to the family lodge, where the young man died that night."

The day had changed the lives of every Sioux and Cheyenne who had camped along the Little Big Horn River on 25 June, 1876. The Hunkpapa warrior Gall, who had seen his family members murdered by white soldier's bullets, and who in a rage had used his war club to bludgeon many white men to death that day, would never fight again against anyone, white man or Indian. 

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GREASY GRASS - Part Two

 

I suppose the most unexpected thing the soldiers did that afternoon, as far as the Indians were concerned, was that after they suddenly burst forth from the cottonwood trees and brush along the Little Big Horn, they stopped and formed up in a column of fours, before beginning their escape.

Private William Ephraim (Billy) Morris, from M company, who claimed to be 22, but was actually only 14, heard Major Marcus Reno tell his soldiers, "Men, we are surrounded, draw your revolvers and follow me." As they did, the mystical 34 year old Lakota warrior Crazy Horse (Lakota name Thasunjke Itko), shouted to his men, " “Here are some of the soldiers after us again. Do your best, and let us kill them all off today, that they may not trouble us anymore."

Crazy Horse (above) was told in a vision that as long as he did not take scalps in battle then bullets would never hurt him. However the modification of "in battle" had to be added to his magic in 1870 when Crazy Horse went on a "buffalo hunt" with Black Buffalo Woman. Her husband, fellow Lakota No Water, tracked the lovers down and shoved a pistol into their tepee and set off a cap  The previously impervious Lothelo took a bullet to the jaw.  He recovered, but collected a couple of horses when the elders fined No Water for his excessive version of fidelity.   

Crazy Horse (above) avoided ostentation in dress, never took part in the public dances, rarely joked in public, and never sang.  He often ignored his fellow tribe members. But in battle he was an electrifying presence, his trademark war paint of a lightening bolt and hail stones made him stand out.    

And on this day, according to witnesses, Crazy Horse was right among the soldiers, "shooting them down as in a buffalo drive." The Cheyenne Two Moons described the running battle as "All mixed up. Sioux, then soldiers, then more Sioux, all shooting."

As  George Herendon came out of the brush his horse stumbled and fell, throwing the scout to the ground and leaving him dismounted.  He scrambled back into the brush, and encouraged his fellow refuges to let their horses go and hide. 

Meanwhile Reno was now trying to lead his men back to the river ford they had crossed an hour earlier, But, "As we dashed through them, my men were so close...they could discharge their pistols right into the breasts of the savages...Our horses were on a dead run with...two or three men on one animal".  When his own gun was empty Reno tossed it aside.  

During the ride Lieutenant Donald "Tosh" McIntosh (above), the 38 year old Canadian born commander of "G" company, emptied his pistol, whereupon a warrior - possibly Crazy Horse - closed in and at a full gallop and with a swing of his war club, knocked McIntosh from his horse.  Other warriors stopped to finish him off and mutilate his body.  Said Flying Hawk, an Oglala Sioux, "Crazy Horse...killed a lot of them with his war club." 

As they galloped southward across the flats an Indian warrior pulled up next to 32 year old Private Edward Davern, in "F" troop, and the two swung weapons at each other, until Davern's horse was killed. The Irishman was thrown to ground, and the unknown Indian warrior dismounted to finish him off. But Davern had a round left in his pistol and shot his attacker dead, Davern then immediately grabbed the Indian pony around the neck, swung up and galloped after the command.

Most of the Sioux and Cheyenne warriors were on the open right flank of the retreating soldiers, and gradually they forced the battalion closer to the river, until, when presented with a break in the tree line Reno led the men over a five foot high bank and into the river. The horse rode by his adjutant, 38 year old Second Lieutenant Benjamin Hurbert Hodgson (above) made the jump but was shot and landed in the water dead.

Hodgson was wounded in the leg, but managed to yell, "For God's sake, don't abandon me!" As M company trumpeter, 31 year old German born Charles Henry Fisher came splashing past him in the river, he held his stirrup strap out for Hodson to grab. Desperately holding on,  the lieutenant was dragged across the Little Big Horn, before dropping off on the eastern bank.  As he lay in the grass recovering he was shot a second time in the back, and died.

Private Charles Windolph estimated that half of the warriors were armed with bows and arrows, one in four carried single shot rifles and muskets, and perhaps only one fourth carried Winchester, a Henry or other repeating rifles. Still, with a battle moving at the speed of a terrified horse, combat intimacy favored the Cheyenne and Sioux warriors.  

Clambering ashore on the lower, eastern bank of the Little Big Horn, 33 year old Doctor James Madison De Wolf (above) was guarded by his sharpshooter orderly, 34 year old Hoosier, Elihu Clear. However, the private from the heavily Quaker Randolph County, Indiana, was shot and killed just after regaining solid ground. So the doctor started up the coulee on his own, and for some unknown reason chose to follow a side path which branched to the north of the main channel.   

Those members of Reno's command who first reached the top of the coulee, saw that, 300 yards to their north,  De Wolf was climbing straight toward three warriors. They shouted a warning. but De Wolf did not hear them until he had reached a plateau. Only then did the doctor pull up his horse, and pause to listen. And while he was stopped he and his horse were both shot. The horse went down, and De Wolf, hit in the belly, also fell. Despite a desperate barrage of gunfire, one Indian clambered down the slope and, in full view of the exhausted command, scalped and then murdered Doctor De Wolf.

As the last of the soldiers struggled up the coulee, Sioux warrior, White Eagle, closed with a soldier and was shot and killed. White Eagle fell from his horse, and the soldier returned and took the time to exact  vengeance by scalping the warrior, before escaping with his bloody trophy to the relative safety of Reno's new position.  Neither he nor any of the white soldiers knew they had just mutilated the son the Oglala Sioux leader Horned Horse. Whether the warrior was dead before he was scalped would never be clear.

Reno gathered his men in a depression atop the bluff, and quickly discovered he had 3 officers and 29 enlisted men missing, presumed killed, and had 7 enlisted wounded. The Major immediately set his men into another skirmish line, but it was pretty thin - out of his original 140 men, he could only put 88 guns in his defense. Even after having his men share their remaining ammunition. it did not look as if his winded battalion would be able to hold out for long. 

But 10 minutes later, at about 4:20pm,  Captain Benteen appeared with his 125 fresh troopers. He observed that Reno "...was about as cool as he is now," adding, "He had lost his hat in the run..." However Benteen did say he saw, "...about 900 Indians...circling around in the bottom". 

Benteen's battalion was ordered to dismount and deploy as skirmishers on the edge of the bluffs overlooking the valley. Very soon after this the Indians withdrew from the attack. Reno then called for 25 year old Second Lieutenant Luther Rector Hare (above). When the young Hoosier reported, Reno named him as his new adjutant, and then ordered him to find the pack train and hurry it to join them. Hare borrowed a horse and rode up the slope and back along Custer's trail.  Until it's arrival, Benteen ordered his men to share their ammunition with Reno's beaten men.  It was just about 5:00pm. 

As scattered shots poured into the defensive position, the question on everyone's mind was where the hell was Custer?

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GREASY GRASS - Part One

 

I invite you to stand atop the rim of the Wolf Mountains in southern Montana while  36 year old Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer scans the western horizon.  Hidden to his eyes, 15 miles distant in the middle horizon (above) campfire smoke rises from Sioux and Cheyanne lodges in the valley of the Little Big Horn river.   His Indian scouts can see the smoke clearly, but Custer remains blind  to his fate.

It was about 6:00am local time, Monday, 25 June 1876. Finally, in frustration, the half Crow, half white scout Mitch Bouyar warns Custer (above),  "General, I have been with these Indians for 30 years, and this is the largest village I have ever heard of."  One of the Crow scouts, White Man Runs Him, had no doubts about the Indian numbers;  "There were camps and camps and camps," he said.

Resting below the ridge were the 650 officers and troopers, 36 scouts and civilians of the Seventh Regiment of the United States Cavalry.  Sergeant and cobbler, 25 year old Charles A. Windolph of "H" company remembered,  "None of us had much sleep for several days, so we were glad to lie down and grab a rest." The men had spent 18 of the last 24 hours in their saddles, pushing to catch up to what the army figured to be about 400 native American lodges.  Windolph added, "When daylight came...we made coffee, but the water was so alkaline we almost gagged on it."

A 21 year old private in "M" troop, William Clemons Slaper (above),  noted that the forced march the night before "had much to do with the worn condition of our horses...the grazing had been poor for several days, and...there was little, if any, grain for our horses..."

When Custer returned from The "Crow's Nest" he told his officers it was his intent to rest his men and horses for the day, while scouting out the Indian camp, and then on 26 June to launch his assault. But within minutes that plan changed.

A trio of troopers had been dispatched to recover a box of hardtack lost off a pack mule. In backtracking they stumbled upon a 10 year old Lakota Sioux boy named "Wicohan" (or "Deed" in English) exploring the rations (above). They shot the boy to silence him. He was the first human to die this day.  Two other Sioux teenagers, Brown Back and Drags the Rope,  managed to avoid the soldier's shots in their rush to give warning.

When told of this Custer decided the attack must be made before the Indians could escape.  As Sergeant Windolph (above) wrote, "It was around 8 o'clock when we got orders to saddle up. We marched about ten miles, when we were halted in a sort of ravine. We'd been told to make as little noise as possible and light no fires (and that) There'd been no bugle calls for a day or two." 

About noon they crested the divide on the ancient path used by Sioux and Cheyenne called the Lodge Pole Trail,  and followed a small stream into the valley of the Little Big Horn, The regiment was then  divided into three. Forty-one year old contentious Captain Frederick William Benteen (above) rode along the south bank of the creek, leading 125 men (companies D, H and K).  

On the north bank the front of the column was lead by 41 year old Major Marcus Reno (above),  in command of 140 men (companies A, G, and M). 

Custer followed on the north bank, with the main body of 225 men, divided into 2 battalions; 32 year old Captain George Yates (above) was in command of companies E and F.... 

...while 36 year old  Captain Myles Walter Keogh (above) lead Companies C, I and L. 

Bringing up the rear was 31 year old Captain Thomas Mower McDougal (above) leading company B, which guarded the 150 pack mules, carrying 15 days of hardtack rations and 50 rounds of additional ammo per soldier.  As added security, five men from each of the remaining 10 companies were assigned to guard the Pack Train.   

The river and presumably the Indian camp, were still hidden by bluffs along the Little Big Horn. So Custer ordered Benteen to angle his command to the left, to see if there were any hostiles to the south. Custer did not want to be surprised by an attack on his rear.  And within a few moments Benteen's 125 men disappeared into the rolling stirrup high dry brush. 

After a few hundred yards, looming up from the undulating terrain, appeared a single Sioux tepee. Inside lay the dead body of a man. To insult his spirit, the scouts promptly set the tent on fire, producing a column of grey smoke, which now marked the regiment's appearance and progress.

As the troopers cleared the penultimate line of bluffs the clear cool waters of the Little Big Horn river appeared in the distance (above).  Thirty year old Lieutenant William Winer Cooke, Custer's adjutant, now delivered new orders.  Reno was  told his men were to cross the river and advance upon the Indian village with "...as rapid a gait as I thought prudent and afterward to charge." Reno was assured he would be "...supported by the whole outfit."  After riding with the major for a few minutes, Cooke cheerfully bade Reno good luck and returned to Custer.  It was about 3:00pm, local time.  The hottest part of the day.

 Reno's horses were so tired and thirsty he had trouble keeping them moving across the stream, and there was a 10 minute delay reforming on the western, valley side. Already the soldiers could see dust rising around the Indian camp, indicating the "hostiles" had been alerted. 

As the battalion formed up again, 30 year old French born "A" company Sergeant Stanislas Roy,  saw Colonel Custer leading the main body across the bluffs east of the river, to the right.   He heard troopers around him shout,  "There goes Custer." German born 23 year old Private Henry Petring heard the shout as, "There goes Custer. He's up to something, for he's waving his hat!"  

After setting his men at a trot toward the village about 2 miles up the valley, Reno sent the 47 year old interpreter, Fredrick Francis Gerard, back to inform Custer (above) that the Indians were not running away, but were in fact coming out to fight.  Gerard then returned to Reno's command, which had covered about half the distance to the village. 

Reno began with his command in a column of fours, but then shifted to two companies in a line across the flats, their right flank close to the brush along the river bank and the third company in reserve. But as they continued the number of Indians visible increased. Reno said later, "I saw Indians passing...behind my left flank." When he glanced backward, Reno saw no sign of either Custer or his men, 

But 29 year old Irish born Private Dan Newell again saw Custer 2 miles away on the eastern bluffs high above the river (above), and shouted bitterly to his comrades, "There he goes! Look at him. And we here, a fighting"  Reno ordered "M" company, in reserve, to swing out to the left of his line. Now he had no reserves. 

The village they were approaching consisted of circles of tepees, called lodges, pitched close together in a season of plenty.  Each lodge was occupied by a family group.  Smaller wickiups sheltered 3 to 4 young bachelor warriors each. The southern circle, closest to Reno's assault, were the Hunkpaps Sioux band, then the Sans Arc, the Brule, the Minneconjou, the Santee and the Oglala bands - about 700 lodges in all. 

Just north were the Cheyenne circles, another 500 to 600 lodges - all told three times the number the army expected. Estimates today suggest the village was occupied by as many as six to seven thousand people, with a third of them boys and men of fighting age - perhaps as many as 2,000 warriors.

There had been rumors all morning of soldiers being seen over the Wolf Mountains, but, in the words of the Oglala warrior  Low Dog, "I did not think anyone would come to attack us, so strong as we were."  In fact, running on foot across the difficult terrain  Brown Back had delivered the warning of the approaching soldiers just moments after Reno crossed the river. 

According to the 29 year old respected Cheyenne warrior Low Dog (Ishaynishus in Cheyenne) (above) "We thought,  all we thought was to dance all day. I went to water my horse at the creek...and then took a swim myself. I came back to camp afoot. When I got near my lodge I looked up the Little Horn towards Sitting Bull's camp. I saw a great dust rising. It looked like a whirlwind. Soon Sioux horsemen came rushing into camp shouting, "Soldiers Come! Plenty white soldiers!" I ran into my lodge and said to my brother-in-law, "Get your horses; the white man is coming. Everybody run for horses." 

Panic and anger sent the population scrambling. Women and old men hurried to gather children and the elderly, rushing them up stream or to the cover of the river bank or the higher ground to the west. Some warriors ran back and forth, gathering weapons, putting on war paint, and raising dust to obscure the vulnerable village, while most ran a quarter mile to the west, to recover their ponies hobbled on a grassy terrace. 

About half a mile south of the first tepees, and with still no sign of Custer, Reno called the command to halt. He explained later that he believed if had continued to charge the village, all his men would "still be in the valley to this day". 

Private William Slaper noted "Our horses were scenting danger before we dismounted, and several...became unmanageable and started straight for the open among the Indians, carrying their helpless riders with them. One of the boys, a young fellow named Smith of Boston, we never saw again, either dead or alive." And the horse carrying 26 year old Private Henry James Turley from Troy, New York,  also bolted.   "M" company Sergeant John Ryan watched Turley disappear into the swirling dust cloud, adding, "That was the last I saw of him".  Ignoring those unlucky fellows, Reno order his command to dismount and form a skirmish line about 300 yards from the first tepee circle.   

As they had been trained, every fourth trooper took the reins from his three compatriot's horses and retreated thirty paces. The other three spread out to form a skirmish line, each man eight to twelve paces apart. That  reduced them to 105 guns, with 35 men holding the horses.  That produced a battle line from the trees westward about 200 feet - a city block - out into the valley with their left wing hanging loose.  Just before the troopers began their slow steady fire with their single shot "trap door carbines, 23 year old Irishman, Private John Donahue, usually serving in K troop, remembered seeing Custer's battle flags to his right. The skirmish line was intended to keep the enemy at a distance. And it had worked a decade earlier against Confederate Infantry.   

The range of 300 yards, plus the tendency of the soldiers to over shoot their targets, meant relatively few casualties were inflicted on either side. The woman Moving Robe said later "the bullets shattered the tepee poles".  But the thousands of rounds also killed two wives and three children of the Hunkpapa leader Gall (in Lakota, Phizo) (above). Standing just a few feet away, the 5 foot 7 inch tall barrel chested warrior was consumed by grief and anger. He sent one of his surviving sons to fetch his pony from the herd, grazing a quarter mile across the valley, while he prepared his "medicine".  A small fire was started to burn herbs, and Gall sang his prayers. He had decided that this day he would fight only with his hatchet, up close and aiming to inflict pain and mutilation before delivering death. 

Each trooper carried on himself and his horse 100 rounds for his Model 1873 "trap door" single shot carbine, and it was expected they would fire 12 to 15 rounds a minute. This meant the skirmish line could, at best, only be held for little more than 30 minutes. Second Lieutenant Luther R. Hare said that as soon as the skirmish line had formed, "400 to 500 Indians came out of a coulee...400 yards in front of us".  Reno had never fought plains Indians before, but the failure of this tactical formation was clear to him within 15 minutes.  

Second Lieutenant Charles C. DeRudio (above), a 45 year old  Italian born revolutionary gadfly, who escaped from Devil's Island after having attempted to murder French Emperor Napoleon III, made the obvious observation that, "I saw we would have been butchered if we had gone 500 yards further". 

Within those 15 minutes Reno's men had expended about half their ammunition, and yet  "I saw Indians passing...behind my left flank",  most of those still on foot. Clearly they were seeking to capture the trooper's horses   In response Reno ordered the horses holders to pull back into the tree line along the river. Then he ordered his skirmish line to also withdraw into the trees.

As the troopers reformed their skirmish line with their backs to the river, Sergeant John Ryan saw his friend, 26 year old Miles F. O'Hara (above), shot by Indians who were working their way through the bushes.   O'Hara had been promoted to sergeant just before the expedition left Fort Abraham Lincoln. 

Seeing this, Ryan warned his commander,  32 year old Captain Thomas Henry French (above) that there were "....Indians in our rear".  But the normally cool headed officer assured the sergeant "Oh, no. Those are Custer's men."  They were not.

Within half an hour, and certain now that Custer was not coming to help, Reno ordered his men to remount their horses. As the Major himself did so, the 36 year old Arikara (or Ree) scout Bloody Knife (above) rode up beside him. 

Bloody Knife's mother had been captured by a Hunkpapa warrior who fathered him. But the Sioux treated he and his mother as outcasts.  He was taunted and tortured by his fellow children, among them young Sitting Bull and Gall.  When he reached 16 summers Bloody Knife (above) and his mother returned to her family, but years later he came back for a visit and was almost killed by Gall.

Now Bloody Knife (above) leaned forward to say something to Reno when an errant shot exploded in the man's head, covering the Major's face and eyes with bits of the scout's brains, blood and skull. Stunned, Reno shouted the command to dismount, and did so. For a few minutes Reno was in a state of shock. When he had recovered enough he shouted again, "Mount up", and then, "Any of you men who want to make your escape, follow me!" 

"Just at that moment", remembered Sargeant Ryan, "one of those Indians fired and (24 year old) Private George (Gustave) Lorentz (above) was shot, the bullet striking him in the back of his neck and coming out his mouth. He fell forward on his saddle and dropped to the ground".  Ryan now admitted, "The best thing we can do is cut right through them."

Lieutenant Charles Albert Varnum (above), the 27 year old son of retired Union Major John Varnum,  and who was in charge of the 35 scouts attached to the 7th cavalry, remembered, "When we came out of the woods there were a great many Indians...working their Winchesters on the column".  

And with Indians now mounted and running alongside the soldiers, civilian interpreter, Gerard, noted, "The Indians picked off the soldiers at will. It was a rout..." 

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