Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 July 1886 — Page 9

CUSTER'S LAST FIGHT.

HOW THE HERO FELL *THIS 25TH OF JUNE TEN YEARS AGO.

Picture of Sitting Bull, the Great Sioux Chief, Who Defeated Custer on the Little Big Horn—His Children—Curly, the General's Scout.

This 25th of June, 1886, it is tea years since the day when brave Gen. Custer and his band of soldiers were massacred on the Little Big Horn river, in Montana. The wild Indian region of ten years ago is a civilized country now. Fleets and herds graze peacefully whera brave Custer and his men marched to their death that day. The only bit of real wildness in ail that country is the National Yellowstone park, set apart by government as a "public park or pleasure ground fcr the benefit of the peoL)lo."

It Is the strangest rivQr in the world, that Yellowstone, down a branch of which heroic Cusler marched with his men. It was explored for the first time in 1870-71. When the surveying party came suddenly to a square mile of hot springs they could only stop and wonde The terrific rift in the mountains, 3 000 feet deep some distance further on, with the rapid river flowing through the bottom, wns still more wonderful. It was awful. The ravine is so sunless that in broad daylight persons looking up from the bottom can see the stars.

George A. Custer was an Ohio man, born in an obscure country vil'age, New Rumley, in. Harrison county, near the Pennsylvania border, in 1839. His ancestry was Pennsylvania German, as far back as the revolution. In point of fact he was descended from one of the Hessian officers who fought on the wrong side1 in the American revolution. There' was little of the phlegmatic German temperament GEN. CUSTEB. the boy George, however. He was as restless and nervous as a squirrel He was educated at West Point. A good story is told of him in his senior year, 186L He was officer of the guard one day, and was put under arrest for not making two cadets cease fighting. H9 wanted to see which would whip, and was letting the fellows fight out, when suddenly Gan. Hazen, then a lieutenant, caxne on the scene. Custer was put under arrest His class was alio wei to go at once to the seat of war, wher^ officers were so much needed, but Custer was not with them. On the contrary, he ned in a guard house at West Point. He was regularly court-martialed on the specification that "he, the said Custer, did iail to suppress a riot or disturbance near the guard tent, and did fail to separate, etc., but, on the contrary, did cry out in a loud tone of voice: 'Stand back,"boys, let's have a fair fight,' or words to that effect."

While awaiting sentence a telegram from Washington ordering his release and commanding him to report at Washington for duty.

From that on he entered heart and soul into the war. He won fame as a cavalry leader, and one pro motion after another was accorded hitn till he who had entered the war as a lieutenant came out a brevet brigadier general

The war over, he was ordered for service to the far west and became an Indian fighter The country rang

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with his praisefe. His lamented death mad* an impression only second to that caused by the murder of a president. Yet so soon are even the greatest and best forgotten that few even remember now when and where bold Custer was killed. To recall the story to their memory these lines are written.

Of all the red foes our soldiers ten years ago had to meet, Sitting Bull, the Sioux, was the wiliest. He considers himse'f a good Roman Catholic Christian, but one who sees his portrait cannot help fancying that his pious beads and medals and crucifix are worn quite as much for ornamentation a for devotion. He has a splendidly strong, though cruel, relentless face. It takes many years to make a good Indian out of such a red man as Sitting Bull. He had a huge head, with hair whose color was brown—very anusual for an In-f dian. He could neither read nor write, but, strange to say, he kept a journal, which a1 $•! scout found and brought into the United States army camp. It contained a history of his life, drawn in grotesque Indian pictures. Most of them represented S. B. killing somebody, white or red. -%h'

CROWFOOT.

Sitting Bull destroyed Custer and his command on the Little Big Horn river, June 25, 1876. He then fled across the border to British America and annoyed the United States government people six years longer. It was not till 1882 that he finally surrendered. Even then he has always claimed that he himself did not surrender. It was his son Crowfoot, the lively Indian youth who appears in the picture, that at last snatched his father's gun and handed it over lo Mai. Brotberton. The boy has some of his father's own

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grit, "ists eiwn'lSutT strong face'shows him to be a chip of the old block. Sitting Bull was rather pleased at his boy's daring, and let the surrender stand. Unlike the Apache Geronimo. Sitting Bull kept his word, and never made the while people any more trouble after giving up. The long braided hair

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upon each side is a badge of the Sioux. Sitting Bull has a pretty little daughter. This picture of her is from a photograph taken a year ago in Bismarck, Dakota. The little madden, except for the cruel and merciless strings of amp^ her ears, would be as bright and attractive to look at as any of her small white sisters who learn music and go to Sunday school.

Custer's force was divided into three columns on that fatal dav, one commanded by Maj. Reno, another by Col. Benteen, the third by Custer h'm elf. The plan was for these three column-t to take different routes converging toward the Indian village on the Little Big Horn. The rest of the story may be told in one sentence. Reno and Benteen failed to come to time, Custer and his men reached the village, fought an overwhelming fore.' of Indians ti:l every man died in his (racks. For a mile or more their bodies were found strung along the banks of the Little Big Horn, just •"'here thsy fell The particulars of this last fight are as thrilling as the story of Thermopylae It ought to be put into the school books for American boys to read and dravt- inspirations from.

The Indian scout Curly, who tells the story, was the only one with Custer who escaped from the massacre. He had been with the leader several years, and was trusted and faithful. He was a Crow. The fight began at 2 o'clock and lasted till sunset. The white men who fought it knew long ere it closed that it was desperate. As soon as Curly saw this he went to Gen. Custer and begged him to let him lead him to a place of safety of which he kn :w. There was one way of escape whereby a single man, the general, could be saved. Curly essed the proposition earnestly on his igenerai. Cutter's had fell on his breast a moment, as if in deep thought. Then he looked up calmly, and waved the scout away. That was the last time Curly ever looked on the face of his general alive.

In that moment tha dashing, heroic cavalry leader chose between life and death. He fought like a tiger himself before giving up his iife

The Indians closed in around him at too close quarters for him to use gun or pistoL Then he snatched his saber. The Indians say that he killed three braves with his saber before he was finally overcome. Then a chief, nam^d Rain-in-the-Face, who had a mortal grudge at the white leader, shot and killed him. Such bravery as he had shown hi wild enemies reverenced as more than mortal. His was the only body they left unmutilated. This proved that they, looked on it with superstitious awe. The Indians say there were more of their braves killed than of white men.

Curly, the Crow scout, escaped alone by the way he had indicated to Custer. He washed his Crow paint off and let his hair down like a Sioux, and thu- undetected, hovered around till the awful fight was over. Then, as much dead as alive with grief and horror, he followed on down thf river till hej-eached the steambop* landing

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It seems that, all the while the five hours' fight was going on, Reno and Benteen were not more than three or four miles away. Reno heard the firing, and knew that his chief was engaged with the enemy.

Reno had been even attacked by a portion of the hOstiles flying toward the Custer fight. They came riding like the wind, "crouching over the necks of their fleet little ponies, flogging away with their short whips, firing random bullets in the air, and all the time yelling out their 'Hi I yip—yip —yip—yip—hi-yah!'" The sight seems to have been rather a demoralizing one tc Reno and his men.

A monument was erected on the scene of the massacre. The horrible relic hunters are already fast chipping it away. Three Custers, a sister's husband and a beloved, bright haired schoolboy nephew, perished of the hapless family that day. CoL Tom Custer and young Boston Custer were the general's brothers. These were all found in a group close together. The monument contains the names qf those who fell, the flower of. the United States Seventh Cavalry regiment. It is one of the most thrilling stories ever •old in any language.

A man in New York has the distinction of a tooth in his nose, fl® is now r«umJj for museum orders.

DAY.

THE MAD KING'S. .LIFE.

P9pTRAlT OF LOUIS, OF BAVARIA,

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ALSO OF HIS SLEIGH.

How He and Wagner Lived "the Life of the Future, and Listened to Its Music. Six Castles and Four Millions of Debts

Left Behind. It is well, perhaps,'thai the descendants of great poets, artists and musicians do not inherit their parents' gifts. In the case of the hapless king of Bavaria, three generations of artistic tendencies led to madness. King Louis I, or Ludwig, as it is in German, grandfather of Ludwig II, was the first of his house to manifest the artistic tastes. He made Munich a beautiful city. He ordered imitations of the great art works of the world to be built for his capi at, and in some instances the imitations are better than the originals. Riding out of the city in the direction of the Pinaco hek library and museum, the tourist passes through a* magnificent gateway, which is the copy of a famous ancient work at Roma No European monarch of modern times has beautified his realm as much as Louis I of Bavaria did. Then came his son, King Maximilian. His brain ran to science and architecture. He encouraged men of letters and erected stately buildings.

In 1845 began the life of his son. Louis II, that strange, inexplicable life which has sought its own exit from this world through the water5 of Lake

Starnberg. Maximilian died in 18&i, and Louis, his son, reigned in his stead.

ftfit It was one of Louis' eccentricities that he would not have portraits or photographs of himself taken.

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LOUIS II OF BAVARIA.

have been only one in existence, that from which the illustration here give.i is copied. Louis Il's particular fads were music and castle building. He delighted to reproduce in landscape and palace the scenes of Wagner's music.

He had six castles. One of his hobbies Was to begin a magnificent edifice, planned with all the accessories of barbaric splendor, B-eni a fabu'ous amount of money on it, then either grow weary of it or else have the cash fail him and leave tha work un« finished. One of these failures is

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HOHENSCHWAUGAU CASTLE.

In the days when he was indeed a young ling and mad over Wagner music Hohens:hwaugau palace, high up in tha Bavarian Alps, was his favorite residence. It was fabled to be the original home of the swans and the swan knight On the mountain opposite the picturesque old castle of mediaeval times he started to build a splendid new one. He thought he wished to live there forever. He spent some millions of marks on it, then grew.weary of his plaything and abandoned it. You see the scaffolding still hanging about the unfinished, ruined palace.

The great Wagner festival at Bayreuth, where the "music of the future" was produced on a scale of joyousness which has never since been equaled, probably never will be, was paid for with King Louis' money. Richard Wagner was for many years the one being whom the king could tolerate. Him he adored. Btic Wagner was quite as extravagant in his tastes and nearly as eccentric as his royal friend. He demanded new tapestry and furniture for every one of the four seasons of the year. Moreover, he dressed himself to correspond. "When he had donned his celebrated gold brocade dressing gown, he could not live in a room unadorned by orange or canary colored tapestry." Every day he demanded new watches, jewels and bnuff boxes, as though, forsooth, we already live,l in a Wagnerian future, when a wish and a thought could create the object of desire. As it was, both the king and Wagner lived in our time, and ail these fancies cost money. Wagner and the king foreshadowed the race of the far future. Soon the state treasury .was hollow as a beggar's stomach at midday, and Herr Wagner was hissed and almost mobbed in the streets, and shortly took himself out of Munich forever.

HIS SLEIGH.

When Ixjuis rod} or walked out for recreation it was always in the dead of night. In winter there would perhaps be suddenly heard a clatter of bells and horses in the streets, and next morning it would be found that the king had been taking his pleasure. He imitated the Louis IV style in his belongings. The sleigh here seen is a masterDiece nt wood carving. Jt has in front a

kind of swan neck's head rising to a height of ten or twelve feet Amorette? fly in front the one holds a crown, the others bear sword, scepter and imperial apple and garlands Four horses drew the king along over the mountain roads. Outriders and drivers wore the costume of the period of Louis XIV.

The train traveled at a mad gallop alwaya Sometimes he disappeared altogether, and then the Bavarians lost their king for a while. He traveled occasionally to Paris or Italy incog. His own ministers half the time did not know where ho was. Politics he hated. The one achievement of his life was that he introduced anl popularized Wagnerian music.

He was a finished pianist. Von Bulow was his teacher. He had special theatrical representations at midnight in the court theatre, at which he alone was the audience. He was'one of the most singular characters of many centuries. A strange and very unpleasant Jove disappointment in early life m«iy or may not have had something to do ?vith his eccentricities.

Ex-Mlnlster to Persia*

It is not a long time ago since the appointment of Frederick H. Winston as United States minister to Persia was announced. Since that time Mr. Winston has made the long and tedious journey to Teheran, spent a few weeks there, and finding nothing to do has resigned. From all reports it is claimed that Mr. Winston carried himself through the excrutiating ordeal of the presentation to the shah in a highly creditable manner, and as that was the most onerous duty he had to perform during his term of service it may be said that he fulfilled his mission.

FREDERICK H. WINSTON.

Mr. Winston is a native of Georgia, where he was born in 1830, the son of a Presbyterian minister. In Mr. Frederick Winston's boyhood his parents moved to Kentucky, where he received his schooling, returning when he was 18 to Georgia, and before he was of age beginning the study of law. He was graduated in 1852 at the Harvard law school, and after his graduation completed his studies in the office of Mr. William M. Evarjp, ia this citv, where he was admitted to practice In 1853. In the same year he took up his residence in Chicago. For nearly twenty years Mr. Winston was the general counsel of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne and Chicago Railroad company. His professional .specialty is railroad law, and in this his eminence at the western bar is undisputed. He is at present the senior member of the firm of Winston & Rhodes. Mr. F. 8. Winston, the corporation counsel of Chicago, .is the son of the new minister.

Second to the National Capitol.

THE NEW STATK CAPITOL AT AUSTIN, TEX. When the new capitol of the "Lone Star State" is completed, it will be socond in size to the national Capitol at Washington. It is 566 feet long by 288 wide, while the national Capitol is 751 feet long and 324 feet at its greatest width. The statue on its dome will exceed in height the statue of Freedom on the.dome at Washington by 4 feet, the latter being 807 feet above the base line of the building. While it will be 811 feet from the base line to the top of the statue on the Texas capitol. But then Texas is larger than the New England and Middle states put together, and should have a capitol comensurate with her vast territory. This building is to be fireproof and furnished with all the modern improvements in the way of electric lighting, steam heating, elevators, etc. It will be three full stories in height, and will contain offices for the entire executive, judicial and legislative departments of the state government. On the whole it will be a credit to the state and to any country.

Selecting a DolL

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Mamma (at the doll counter)—Now, Flossie, here is a very large assortment to select from. What kind of a dolly would you liko to have?

Flossie—Twins, mamma, if you please. Harper's Bazar.

ANDREW CARNEGIE, ESQ.

Portrait and Sketch of the ScotchAmerican Millionaire Socialist. In the year 1848 a small boy with tow hair, a bright eye and a confidential manner applied for employment at the office of a telegraph company in Pittsburg. He had besides a broad Scotch brogue. He was enly 18, and small even for that age, but hi had already worked in a cotton mill and

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an engine in'a dirty cellar." His canny Scotch face pleased the manager, and he was taken on an a messenger at $2.50 a week.

The boy's name was Andrew Carnegie. The snobs and the nobs and the titled people who are proud to be acquaintances of the once small boy pronounce the name Car-ney-jie, accept on :e "nay."

ANDREW CARNEGIE.

The tow-headed boy of 1848 is now the millionaire manufacturer of Pittsburg and New York, the most extensive producer of steel rails, pig iron and coke in the world. He is the distinguished-looking gentleman in the picture. Besides being a illionaire he is a philanthropist and brilliant author. His book on America, "Triumphant D*mocrac.-," has attracted much attention on both sides of the ocean. A man with a broad, level head lik* that can do anything.

The boy Andrew in tima beca ue a telegraph operator, and he was number one, too. Whatever he went at ho worked as hard as he could at it, and devoted his leisure time to learning someth'ng else. His eye saw into things quickly, and he made some'vaiuable telegrfiphic suggestions to the company. Before long he was made division superintendent of th? Pennsylvania railroad. Besides bring shrewd and energetic, he had bet economical, too, and saved hris earnings. He invested them in Pennsylvania oil lands, which bebame immensely productive. Then he engaged in iron manufacture, and the Scotch boy was a millionaire.

Best of all he is as wisely benevolent as he is rich. He gives away every year seven or eight times as much money as he spanis. Hundreds of charitable and educational institutions have received his flowing gifts.

His latest plan is in connection with John Jarrett to form a gigantic co-operative organization in which workingmen alone shall be stockholders. First a cooperative bank and store will be started in Pittsburg. Next the organization will feel its way to the establishment of great workshops and factories. The object is to unite the interests of capital and labor upon the only basis where they can meet—co-oaeration.

Oregon's Governor Elect*.

Hon. Sylvester Pennoyer, the governorelect of Oregon, is a native of New York, born in 1831. His early years were spent upon his father's farm but desiring to pursue a professional career, he entered the law school of Harvard university, and graduated from there in 1854. The following year he removed to Oregon, when it was still a territory, and has resided there ever since. He was admitted to practice in the inferior and superior courts of the state but, seeing the splendid possibilities of the lumber business in the then im-

ana "Tex-s Uaiop," very pretty, nna a song, "Let the Angels In," which is remarkable for one of her years. It is claimed that she surpasses B.ind Tom, in that the soul, the inspiration of music, is ful'y developed in her and, besides, she is altogeth?r intellfc. gent, having no peculiarities to distinguish her save her passion for music, which she manifested at the Hu early age of 18 months. She is one of seven children, two more of whom, like her•elf, were born blin', and all telraying the 1? same genius for music as Little Maud, though not in the same hi: de ~ree. A copy of her "Hendrick's Fur.erai March" was sent to S? the widow of the ex-vice-president, who aoknowle iged its receipt in grateful terms. It is a very appropriate production, and doea the little genius great credit. Shs will be 10 years old in October. Her parents are too poor to give her the bet\efltB of a musical training, or there is no telling what she might not develop.

^\yi -^ARCHIBALD FORBES*

The World-Famous War Correspondent to Settle Down at Last. Mr. Archibald Forbes, the celebrated war correspondent of The London Daily News, whose brilliant adventures and thrilling letters from bloody fields on several continents have electrified the wor d. has married and is to settle down at last. After observing the girls of two hemispheres with the critical eye of a newspaper man, he has selected for his bride a Washington lady, the daughter of Gen. Meigs, now retired quartermaster general of the United States army. The happy couple were married on the 19th inst. in St John's Episcopal church, Washington.

Mr. Forbes is now in that citv, and Mr. T. C. Crawford says of him in a recent letter: "Mr.

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pOSura He speaks with a very strong Scotch accent He could never go through again what he has in the past as a war correspondent He says that he has serve his time at that and is ready now to give way for younger men. He says that there is nothing waicn ill sooner exhaust and break down a newspaper correspondent than to engage as a "special" in the field. He attributes all of his rheumar tism and bad health to the exposure and fatigues of his many campaigns. His marriage with Miss Meigs has been postponed several times on account of his ill health. Miss Meigfs is in the neighborhood of 28 years of age. She is of medium height, with a very well rounded figure, almost inclined to be stout She has a, very clear pink-and-white English complexion, dark brown eyes and irregular features. Her expression is, however, very pleasant Her hair is a golden red. Sho .nearly alwayt dresses in black and. is considered one of the finest horsewomen of the cap-W a ital. She ticcom- s? panied her father during his last visit to Europe when he was in active service. Gen. Meigs went abroad with a staff a year or" two before he was retired and assisted in the grand review of the German armies. He also visited all of the great military establishments of Europe, and made a most, elaborate report thereon. 'He lives in one of the handsomest of the old houses of Washington.

SYLVFSTER PENNOYER.

mense forests of Oregon, he abandoned his professional ambition and engaged in »ne timber trade, and has been for years connected with one of the largast mills in the state. For a brief period he edited The Oregon Herald, displaying marked ability as a writer. r/'.

Blind Maud Cook. Musical Wonder.

Little, blind Maud Cook, whose home is in Manchester, Tenn., is probably the greatest living musical prodigy. She is only 9 years of age, and yet when but 5 years old she was not only a musician but a composer also, and the youngest on record. She has already composed and had

published three instrumental pieces: "Cleve land's March," "Hendrick's Funeral March"

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Forbes is nearly 48 years of age. He is tall, angular and thin. He has a high, sloping forehead, straight nose, dark gray eyes and wears agraj ish blonde mustache and imperial Ha is quite stiff from rheumatism and ex-

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Since hi* retirement he has given a good deal of attention to building plans. His latest work was the erection of toe pension building in Washington, though he is not re-: sponsible for its hideous architecture."

One of a Number. J"

De Lancy—-Who is that simpering idiot who persists in (-taring at you from the opposite box?

Mrs. Da I^mcy—Let me see oh, that's— er—er—well, I've forgotten his name, but he used to be a husband of mine. —The Judgei

Anarchist Most blpws a bellows in the prison on B'ackwell's Island. The joke which naturally accompanies this statement of fact is too cheap and obvious to be pressed upon the readers of the Express.— Buffalo Express.

A Philadelphia gentleman, after being shown about the city by a citizen of the Hub, said to his chaperon: "Boston isn't laid out so well as Philadelphia." "No," replied the latter, "but it will ba when it is as dead."—Boston Post "Shall I vind the clock, fadderl" asked young Jacob Isaacstein, as they were about to close the stores "No," said the old gentleman, with a sigh, "pizness vas too pad. Choost let it alone, Jacob, and ve vill save the vear and tear on the veels."—New York Times. .iV."