Campaigning with Crook, and Stories of Army LifeKing, Charles
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Campaigning with Crook, and Stories of Army Life
King, Charles
Crook, George, 1829-1890; Indians of North America -- Wars -- 1866-1895; United States. Army. Cavalry, 5th
That was all. From the general down to subalterns the officers started
with no more clothing than they had on and the overcoat and blanket
indicated in that order. Many, indeed, officers and men, thinking to be
back in a week, left overcoats behind, as superfluous in that bright
August weather. When I tell you it was ten weeks before we saw those
wagons again, meantime the weather having changed from summer sun to
mountain storm and sleet, and we having tramped some eight hundred
miles, you can fancy what a stylish appearance the Fifth
Cavalry--indeed, the whole expedition--presented as it marched into the
Black Hills the following September.
Saturday morning, the 5th of August, broke clear and cloudless, and at
the very peep of day the hillsides re-echoed to the stirring music of
our reveille. Cavalry trumpet, soft and mellow, replied to the deeper
tone of the infantry bugle. We of the Fifth tumbled up in prompt and
cheery response to the summons. Roll-call was quickly over. The horses
took their final grooming with coltish impatience, and devoured their
grain in blissful ignorance of the sufferings in store for them. The
officers gathered for the last time in two months around their
mess-chests and thankfully partook of a bountiful breakfast. Then "the
General" rang out from cavalry headquarters; down fell the snowy canvas
in every direction; wagon after wagon loaded up in the rapid style
acquired only in long campaigning, and trundled off to join the
quartermaster's corral. The long column of infantry crawled away
northward over the divide; half a dozen mounted scouts and rangers
cantered away upon their flanks; the busy packers drove up their herds
of braying mules, lashed boxes of hard-tack and sacks of bacon upon the
snugly-fitting "apparejo"--the only pack-saddle that ever proved a
complete success--and finally everything was ready for the start. The
bustling town of yesterday had disappeared, and only long rows of
saddles and bridles disposed upon the turf in front of each company
indicated the regimental position.
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