Showing posts with label fighting. Show all posts
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Tuesday, June 18, 2013

How the Apache and Sioux Indians Fight

How the Apache and Sioux Indians Fight




     In such approaches, it was necessary to use every help in concealing oneself. Of the Apaches it is said: “He can conceal his swart body amidst the green grass, behind brown shrubs or gray rocks, with so much address and judgment that any one but the experienced would pass him by without detection at the distance of three or four yards. Sometimes they will envelop themselves in a gray blanket, and by an artistic sprinkling of earth will so resemble a granite bowlder as to be passed within near range without suspicion. At others, they will cover their person with freshly gathered grass, and lying prostrate, appear as a natural portion of the field. Again, they will plant themselves among the yuccas, and so closely imitate their appearance as to pass for one of them.”At another time the Indian warrior would depend upon a sudden dash into the midst of the enemy, whereby he might work destruction and be away before his presence was fairly realized.

     Clark tells of an unexpected assault made upon a camp by some white soldiers and Indian scouts. One of these scouts, named Three Bears, rode a horse that became unmanageable, and dashed with his rider into the very midst of the now angry and aroused enemy. Shots flew around him, and his life was in great peril. At that moment his friend, Feather-on-the-head, saw his danger. He dashed in after Three Bears. As he rode, he dodged back and forth, from side to side, in his saddle, to avoid shots. At the very center of the village, Three Bears' horse fell dead. Instantly, Feather-on-the-head, sweeping past, caught up his friend behind him on his own horse, and they were gone like a flash.

       A favorite device in war was to draw the enemy into ambush. An attack would be made with a small part of the force. This would seem to make a brave assault, but would then fall back as if beaten. The enemy would press on in pursuit until some bit of woods, some little hollow, or some narrow place beneath a height was reached. Then suddenly the main body of attack, which had been carefully concealed, would rise to view on every side, and a massacre would ensue.

      After the white man brought horses, the war expeditions were usually trips for stealing ponies. These, of course, were never common among eastern tribes; they were frequent among Plains Indians. Some man dreamed that he knew a village of hostile Indians where he could steal horses. If he were a brave and popular man, companions would promptly join him, on his announcing that he was going on an expedition. When the party was formed, the women prepared food, moccasins, and clothing. When ready, the party gathered in the medicine lodge, where they gashed themselves, took a sweat, and had prayers and charms repeated by the medicine man. Then they started. If they were to go far, at first they might travel night and day. As they neared their point of attack, they became more cautious, traveling only at night, and remaining concealed during the daylight. When they found a village or camp with horses, their care was redoubled. Waiting for night, they then approached rapidly but silently.

     Each man worked by himself. Horses were quickly loosed and quietly driven away. When at a little distance from the village they gathered together, mounted the stolen animals, and fled. Once started, they pressed on as rapidly as possible.

     was the ambition of every Plains Indian to count coupCoup is a French word, meaning a stroke or blow. It was considered an act of great bravery to go so near to a live enemy as to touch him with the hand, or to strike him with a short stick, or a little whip. As soon as an enemy had been shot and had fallen, three or four often would rush upon him, anxious to be the first one to touch him, and thus count coup.

      There was really great danger in this, for a fallen enemy need not be badly injured, and may kill one who closely approach him. More than this, when seriously injured and dying, a man in his last struggles is particularly dangerous. It was the ambition of every Indian youth to make coup for the first time, for thereafter he was considered brave, and greatly respected. Old men never tired of telling of the times they had made coup, and one who had thus touched dreaded enemies many times was looked upon as a mighty warrior.



      Among certain tribes it was the custom to show the number of enemies killed by the wearing of war feathers. These were usually feathers of the eagle, and were cut or marked to show how many enemies had been slain. Among the Dakotas a war feather with a round spot of red upon it indicated one enemy slain; a notch in the edge showed that the throat of an enemy was cut; other peculiarities in the cut, trim, or coloration told other stories. Of course, such feathers were highly prized.

       Everyone has seen pictures of war bonnets made of eagle feathers. These consisted of a crown or band, fitting the head, from which rose a circle of upright feathers; down the back hung a long streamer, a band of cloth sometimes reaching the ground, to which other feathers were attached so as to make a great crest. As many as sixty or seventy feathers might be used in such a bonnet, and, as one eagle only supplies a dozen, the bonnet represented the killing of five or six birds. These bonnets were often really worn in war, and were believed to protect the wearer from the missiles of the enemy.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

New York's Wappinger Indians Fight for Washington in the American Revolution

New York's Wappinger Indians Fight for Washington in the American Revolution


August 31, 1778 upon this field Chief Nimham and seventeen Stockbridge Indians as allies of the Patriots gave their lives for liberty


In the Revolution Nimham and his warriors took an active 
part. Some sixty of them, expert marksmen and skilled in war, 
joined the American forces and fought with a bravery and valor 
worthy of their ancient race, in the days of their glory. Active 
in the campaigns of 1777, they joined Washington again in the 
spring of the following year, and were detached with the forces 
under La Fayette, to check the depredations of the British army 
on its retreat from Philadelphia, and they were afterward trans-
ferred to Westchester county, the scene of some of the most 
hotly contested struggles of the war. 

It was on the 30th of August, 1778, that Nimham and his 
warrior band went forth to the field of their last battle. On 
that day they met with a scouting party of British under Colo- 
nel Emerick, and after a tierce engagement compelled them to 
retreat. On the following morning the whole of the British 
force at Kings Bridge was ordered out and the larger part was 
placed in an ambuscade, while Emerick was sent forward to de- 
coy his assailants of the previous day. In the extreme northern 
part of the annexed portion of the city of New York, is a high 
elevation of land, known as Cortlandt's Kidge. Winding 
through the valleys and emptying into the Harlem River, near 
Kings Bridge, is a stream that has borne from the earliest times 
the name of Tippets Brook. The wooded heights and the 
banks of the stream were the scenes of a most sanguinary con- 
flict. The attempt to draw the Indians into the ambuscade 
failed, and upon their advance the British troops had scarcely 
time to fall into rank. The Indians lined the fences and com- 
menced firing upon the forces under Colonel Enierick. The 
Queen's Rangers moved rapidly to gain the heights, and Tarle- 
ton advanced with the Hussars and his famous Legion of Cav- 
alry. This being reported to Lieutenant-Colonel Simcoe, he 
directed Major Ross to conduct his corps on the heights, and 
advancing to the road arrived within ten yards of Nimham and 
his men. Up to this time they had been intent on the attack 
upon Colonel Emerick. Tliey now gave a yell and fired on the 
advancing enemy and wounded five, including Colonel Simcoe. 

They were driven from the fence, and Tarleton rushed upon 
them with his cavalry and pursued them down Cortlandt"s 
Ridge. Here Tarleton himself had a narrow escape. Striking' 
at one of the fugitives, he lost his balance and fell from his 
horse. Fortunately for him the Indian had no bayonet and his 
musket was discharged. A captain of a company of American 
soldiers was taken prisoner with some of his men, and a company 
under Major Stewart, who afterwards distinguished himself at 
the storming of Stony Point, left the Indians and tied. The en- 
gagement was renewed with the fiercest vigor. The cavalry 
charged the ridge with overwhelming numbers, but were bravely 
resisted. As the cavalry rode them down, the Indians seizing 
their foes, dragged them from their horses, to join them in death. 

     In a swamp, not far from the brook, Nimham made his last 
stand. When he saw the Grenadiers closing upon him and all 
hope of successful resistance gone, he called out to his people 
to flee, but as for himself, " I am an aged tree, I will die here." 
Being attacked by Simcoe he wounded that oificer, but was shot 
and killed by Wright, his orderly Hussar. In this fearful fray 
the power of the tribe was forever broken. More than forty of 
the Indians were killed or desperately wounded in the fight, and 
when the next morning dawned, there, still and cold in death, 
on the field he had defended so bravely, lay the last sachem of 
the AVappingers. 

The place where they crossed Tippets Brook is still known as 
Indian Bridge, and an opening in the Cortlandt woods yet bears 
the name of Indian Field, and there the dead were buried. It is 
said that the spirit of the sachem still haunts the field of his 
last battle, and that the sound of his war cry still rises on the 
midnight air, and greets the ear of the belated traveller as he 
treads on his lonely way. 

From that time the Wappingers ceased to have a name in his- 
tory. A few scattered remnants still remained, and as late as 
ISll, a small band had their dwelling place on a low tract of 
land by the side of a brook, under a high hill, in the northern 
part of the town of Kent,' but all that remained of them have 
Long since passed away, and the fleece that knew them once will 
know them no more forever. 

A person who stands on the high land in Carmel, south of 
Lake Gleneida, sees far to the northwest, three lofty mountains 
that tower above all the country round. To the middle peak, 
which is the highest, we have given the name of the last Sachem 
of the tribe that once ruled all the lands that can be seen from 
'its highest summit: and we trust that in honor of his valor, and 
of the faith sealed with his blood, on the field where he fought 
for the liberty of America, it will bear to all future time the 
name of Mount Nimham. 

'The site of this village is on the farm of Isaiah Booth, about half a mile south 
of the Putnam county road, near the west line of Lot 5.