Battles of the nineteenth century, vol. 1 of 7Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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Battles of the nineteenth century, vol. 1 of 7
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Battles; Military history, Modern -- 19th century
The feud which began on the Atlantic coast hundreds of years before,
was destined to end in the far North-West, away up in a corner of the
United States then almost wholly unknown to the White man, an angle
of territory bounded on the west by the Rockies, and on the north
by what formerly was known as Rupert’s Land--British territory. The
immediate cause of the trouble which led up to the massacre of Custer
and his battalion was one which had often before provoked active
hostilities. It was the refusal of sundry bands of Indians to settle
down on the reservations placed at the disposal of the Indians by the
United States Government. The Indians resented the attempt to confine
them to restricted districts. The Red man of the prairie had been,
from time immemorial, a notorious nomad. On his lean, shaggy, ungainly
pony, his bow and quiver slung across his back, his buckskin breeches
and shirt fringed with horsehair and painted in gaudy colours, his
long, greasy black hair stuck full of the feathers of the turkey, hawk
and eagle, he had for centuries roamed the vast prairie at will: now
fighting his hereditary foe, and again camping for weeks at a time on
the trail of the mighty herds of buffalo in their wanderings over the
boundless prairie. For ages the chafings of restriction were unknown to
him, until freedom had become almost as necessary to the savage of the
plains as the air itself. This he enjoyed, until one day the advance
guard of civilisation, a grizzly trapper, dressed in leather, and
carrying a flintlock under his arm, peered out of the bushes and saw
in astonishment the great rolling prairie, the home of the buffalo and
the Sioux. The hardy pioneer soon followed, restless, and ever pressing
westward; and one day, the Sioux, sitting astride his barebacked pony,
saw in amazement the long train of white-topped waggons--the prairie
schooner--drawn by oxen, trailing westward through the tall grass,
and realised that his ancient fastness had been invaded. Immediately
there began massacres on the one hand and retaliation on the other. The
Sioux, the Bedouins of the prairie, were gradually driven back and back
in the process. They strained fiercely at the bonds, but were unable to
break them.
[Illustration: “UNTIL ONE DAY A GRIZZLY TRAPPER PEERED OUT OF
THE BUSHES.”]
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