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Post by fred on Oct 15, 2007 16:43:50 GMT -6
These days were filled with uneventful, boring campaigning, a soldier's nightmare... or at least, bad dream. After a gruelling trip, the Terry-Custer column reached the Powder River, often called "the filthiest stream... in America... too thick to drink and too thin to plow." One wag said it was "four hundred miles long, a mile wide, and an inch deep." (I don't know; I've crossed it and it seemed deeper than that to me!)
Terry ordered the troops into camp.
They have been on the move for more than three weeks. What has been accomplished?
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Post by fred on Oct 16, 2007 8:42:39 GMT -6
June 4: Clear and pleasant; afternoon turned quite warm. 17-18 miles.
June 5: Heavy early-morning dew. Very warm. 20 1/2 miles. 237 1/2 miles out.
June 6: Clear, cool, light breeze. Again, the column gets lost. 18 miles.
June 7: Heavy mists, dark clouds. A long, gruelling march this day; 32.3 miles. They reach the Powder River.
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Post by conz on Oct 18, 2007 9:56:16 GMT -6
From Bray again:
"On June 4 the villages repitched camp for the Sun Dance."
They had ceremonies the 5th and 6th, a torrential downpour interrupting them briefly on the second day. Here Sitting Bull has his prophetic vision.
"Incoming bands continued to update the war chiefs of Crook's approach."
Clair
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Post by fred on Nov 9, 2007 21:15:03 GMT -6
A cavalryman in camp...  Best wishes, Fred. |
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Post by tubman13 on Jun 4, 2015 14:57:21 GMT -6
Got lost, Hmmm!
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