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Welby Thomas Cox Jr.. The Little Bighorn
Preface. A Sequel to Portrait of Mass Murder
Red Man & White. Little Big Horn Medicine
Specimen Jones
The General's Bluff
Salvation Gap
The Second Missouri Compromise
La Tinaja Bonita
A Pilgrim on the Gila
About the Artist / Author / Poet
Books By: Welby Thomas Cox, Jr
Custer's Last Stand (Source: Wikipedia, Battle of the Little Bighorn)
Background. The battlefield and surrounding areas
1876 Sun Dance Gathering
1876 U.S. military campaign
7th Cavalry organization
Battle of the Rosebud
Little Bighorn
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Something new was happening among the Crow Indians. A young pretender had appeared in the tribe. What this might lead to was unknown alike to white man and to red; but the old Crow chiefs discussed it in their councils, and the soldiers at Fort Custer, and the civilians at the agency twelve miles up the river, and all the white settlers in the valley discussed it also. Lieutenant’s Sterling and Haines, of the First Cavalry, were speculating upon it as they rode one afternoon.
"Can't tell about Indians," said Sterling. "But I think the Crows are too reasonable to go on the war-path."
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"Heap good!" said the interpreter, throwing a pinch into a glass. When Cheschapah saw the water effervesce, he folded his newspaper with the salt into a tight lump, stuck the talisman into his clothes, and departed, leaving Mr. Kinney well content. He was doing his best to nourish the sinews of war, for business in the country was discouragingly slack.
Now the Crows were a tribe that had never warred with us, but only with other tribes; they had been valiant enough to steal our cattle, but sufficiently discreet to stop there; and Kinney realized that he had uphill work before him. His dearest hopes hung upon Cheschapah, in whom he thought he saw a development. From being a mere humbug, the young Indian seemed to be getting a belief in himself as something genuinely out of the common. His success in creating a party had greatly increased his conceit, and he walked with a strut, and his face was more unsettled and visionary than ever. One clear sign of his mental change was that he no longer respected his father at all, though the lonely old man looked at him often with what in one of our race would have been tenderness. Cheschapah had been secretly maturing a plot ever since his humiliation at the crossing, and now he was ready. With his lump of newspaper carefully treasured, he came to Two Whistles.
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