Apache Campaigns - Fort Huachuca - U.S. Army
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cover us, the Sergeant of the Guard and I crept out to the far side of the animals. I snatched<br />
at the bridle reins of Stanton’s horse, but he snorted and galloped down the draw towards the<br />
ford and the hostiles, instead of our own camp. Some twenty Indians had been watching us<br />
and as we started running toward our line, they banged away with everything they had and I<br />
was never so “thoroughly surrounded” by bullets in my life.<br />
We regained the line unhurt, but the hostiles and our side together made such a racket<br />
that General Carr demanded the reason. He was not pleased with us when he knew the risk<br />
we had taken.<br />
During this time the Medicine Man had been left where he had fallen, Mose was<br />
clinging close to General Carr for fear of being mistaken for a hostile, Sergeant McDonald<br />
was under the bluff with the surgeon, and the Sergeant of the Guard and his men (Sergeant<br />
Smith, Troop D, who died on the retired list in 1926) were out on our line. Suddenly the<br />
Medicine Man revived and began to crawl on hands and knees. He had moved in this weird<br />
position for several yards when a trumpeter of Troop D yelled:<br />
“Why, he’s not dead!”<br />
He rushed forward, jammed his revolver against Noch-ay-del-Klinne’s head, and fired.<br />
During the first fifteen minutes of the action, while General Carr was engaged in<br />
disposing his troops for defense, he had forgotten his fifteen-year-old son Clarke, who had<br />
come on the march with us. Suddenly he remembered that he had not seen Clarke since the<br />
first shot, when the boy was seated on the ground not more than fifty feet from the Scouts. The<br />
General’s emotion was apparent when he called the boy’s name, then turned to the bystanders<br />
and asked if they knew where he was. There was an ominous silence for a second, then<br />
Clarke answered calmly:<br />
“Here I am! What do you want?”<br />
I think that Clarke was the only person in the whole command who got the slightest<br />
degree of enjoyment out of the whole fight. He had a small Winchester .44 and had got to<br />
shoot it to his heart’s content with none to say “Don’t!”<br />
* * *<br />
Finally, the shadows began to lengthen, and the sun set over the rim of Black River.<br />
The firing grew sporadic, then ceased altogether. We had a chance to take stock of our<br />
situation. We discovered that we were very tired and amazingly hungry. First we gathered<br />
the dead—except for Private Sondregger, D Troop cook. Just before the firing began,<br />
Sondregger started through the bushes to get water from the creek. He turned to come back<br />
with his full kettles when the shooting started and he collided with the hostiles on their<br />
backward sweep. They shot him, but he was still alive when Stanton with E Troop swept<br />
through the creek bottom.<br />
To one of the troopers he said that his name was not Sondregger, but something else;<br />
and to notify his people of his death. He died before Dr. McCreery knew that he was there, or<br />
could attend to him. When we were gathering up the dead, a detail was sent to bring in<br />
Sondregger, but after several minutes’ search returned and reported that on account of the<br />
darkness in the willow thickets they could not find the body.<br />
All the others were brought in, including the Medicine Man and his family; a large<br />
grave was dug and lined with pack mantas. Captain Hentig was wrapped in his bedding roll.<br />
I think Carter repeated one of the prayers for the dead, then the grave was covered over, the<br />
General’s tent was pitched over the mound, and taps sounded. In the circumstances, it was<br />
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