Crazy Horse, Sioux Chief
Crazy Horse was born on the Republican River about 1845. He was
killed at Fort Robinson, Nebraska, in 1877, so that he lived barely thirty-three years.
Charles A. Eastman
He was an uncommonly handsome man. While not the equal of Gall in
magnificence and imposing stature, he was physically perfect, an Apollo in symmetry.
Furthermore he was a true type of Indian refinement and grace. He was modest and courteous
as Chief Joseph; the difference is that he was a born warrior, while Joseph was not.
However, he was a gentle warrior, a true brave, who stood for the highest ideal of the
Sioux. Notwithstanding all that biased historians have said of him, it is only fair to
judge a man by the estimate of his own people rather than that of his enemies.
The boyhood of Crazy Horse was passed in the days when the western
Sioux saw a white man but seldom, and then it was usually a trader or a soldier. He was
carefully brought up according to the tribal customs. At that period the Sioux prided
themselves on the training and development of their sons and daughters, and not a step in
that development was overlooked as an excuse to bring the child before the public by
giving a feast in its honor. At such times the parents often gave so generously to the
needy that they almost impoverished themselves, thus setting an example to the child of
self-denial for the general good. His first step alone, the first word spoken, first game
killed, the attainment of manhood or womanhood, each was the occasion of a feast and dance
in his honor, at which the poor always benefitted to the full extent of the parents'
Big-heartedness, generosity, courage, and self-denial are the
qualifications of a public servant, and the average Indian was keen to follow this ideal.
As every one knows, these characteristic traits become a weakness when he enters a life
founded upon commerce and gain. Under such conditions the life of Crazy Horse began. His
mother, like other mothers, tender and watchful of her boy, would never once place an
obstacle in the way of his father's severe physical training. They laid the spiritual and
patriotic foundations of his education in such a way that he early became conscious of the
demands of public service.
He was perhaps four or five years old when the band was snowed in one severe winter.
They were very short of food, but his father was a tireless hunter. The buffalo, their
main dependence, were not to be found, but he was out in the storm and cold every day and
finally brought in two antelopes. The little boy got on his pet pony and rode through the
camp, telling the old folks to come to his mother's teepee for meat. It turned out that
neither his father nor mother had authorized him to do this. Before they knew it, old men
and women were lined up before the teepee home, ready to receive the meat, in answer to
his invitation. As a result, the mother had to distribute nearly all of it, keeping only
enough for two meals.
On the following day the child asked for food. His mother told him
that the old folks had taken it all, and added: "Remember, my son, they went home
singing praises in your name, not my name or your father's. You must be brave. You must
live up to your reputation."
Crazy Horse loved horses, and his father gave him a pony of his own
when he was very young. He became a fine horseman and accompanied his father on buffalo
hunts, holding the pack horses while the men chased the buffalo and thus gradually
learning the art. In those days the Sioux had but few guns, and the hunting was mostly
done with bow and arrows.
Another story told of his boyhood is that when he was about twelve
he went to look for the ponies with his little brother, whom he loved much, and took a
great deal of pains to teach what he had already learned. They came to some wild cherry
trees full of ripe fruit, and while they were enjoying it, the brothers were startled by
the growl and sudden rush of a bear. Young Crazy Horse pushed his brother up into the
nearest tree and himself sprang upon the back of one of the horses, which was frightened
and ran some distance before he could control him. As soon as he could, however, he turned
him about and came back, yelling and swinging his lariat over his head. The bear at first
showed fight but finally turned and ran. The old man who told me this story added that
young as he was, he had some power, so that even a grizzly did not care to tackle him. I
believe it is a fact that a silver-tip will dare anything except a bell or a lasso line,
so that accidentally the boy had hit upon the very thing which would drive him off.
It was usual for Sioux boys of his day to wait in the field after a
buffalo hunt until sundown, when the young calves would come out in the open, hungrily
seeking their mothers. Then these wild children would enjoy a mimic hunt, and lasso the
calves or drive them into camp. Crazy Horse was found to be a determined little fellow,
and it was settled one day among the larger boys that they would "stump" him to
ride a good-sized bull calf. He rode the calf, and stayed on its back while it ran bawling
over the hills, followed by the other boys on their ponies, until his strange mount stood
trembling and exhausted.
At the age of sixteen he joined a war party against the Gros
Ventres. He was well in the front of the charge, and at once established his bravery by
following closely one of the foremost Sioux warriors, by the name of Hump, drawing the
enemy's fire and circling around their advance guard. Suddenly Hump's horse was shot from
under him, and there was a rush of warriors to kill or capture him while down. But amidst
a shower of arrows the youth leaped from his pony, helped his friend into his own saddle,
sprang up behind him, and carried him off in safety, although they were hotly pursued by
the enemy. Thus he associated himself in his maiden battle with the wizard of Indian
warfare, and Hump, who was then at the height of his own career, pronounced Crazy Horse
the coming warrior of the Teton Sioux.
At this period of his life, as was customary with the best young
men, he spent much time in prayer and solitude. Just what happened in these days of his
fasting in the wilderness and upon the crown of bald buttes, no one will ever know; for
these things may only be known when one has lived through the battles of life to an
honored old age. He was much sought after by his youthful associates, but was noticeably
reserved and modest; yet in the moment of danger he at once rose above them allCa natural
leader! Crazy Horse was a typical Sioux brave, and from the point of view of our race an
ideal hero, living at the height of the epical progress of the American Indian and
maintaining in his own character all that was most subtle and ennobling of their spiritual
life, and that has since been lost in the contact with a material civilization.
He loved Hump, that peerless warrior, and the two became close
friends, in spite of the difference in age. Men called them "the grizzly and his
cub." Again and again the pair saved the day for the Sioux in a skirmish with some
neighboring tribe. But one day they undertook a losing battle against the Snakes. The
Sioux were in full retreat and were fast being overwhelmed by superior numbers. The old
warrior fell in a last desperate charge; but Crazy Horse and his younger brother, though
dismounted, killed two of the enemy and thus made good their retreat.
It was observed of him that when he pursued the enemy into their
stronghold, as he was wont to do, he often refrained from killing, and simply struck them
with a switch, showing that he did not fear their weapons nor care to waste his upon them.
In attempting this very feat, he lost this only brother of his, who emulated him closely.
A party of young warriors, led by Crazy Horse, had dashed upon a frontier post, killed one
of the sentinels, stampeded the horses, and pursued the herder to the very gate of the
stockade, thus drawing upon themselves the fire of the garrison. The leader escaped
without a scratch, but his young brother was brought down from his horse and killed.
While he was still under twenty, there was a great winter buffalo
hunt, and he came back with ten buffaloes' tongues which he sent to the council lodge for
the councilors' feast. He had in one winter day killed ten buffalo cows with his bow and
arrows, and the unsuccessful hunters or those who had no swift ponies were made happy by
his generosity. When the hunters returned, these came chanting songs of thanks. He knew
that his father was an expert hunter and had a good horse, so he took no meat home,
putting in practice the spirit of his early teaching.
He attained his majority at the crisis of the difficulties between
the United States and the Sioux. Even before that time, Crazy Horse had already proved his
worth to his people in Indian warfare. He had risked his life again and again, and in some
instances it was considered almost a miracle that he had saved others as well as himself.
He was no orator nor was he the son of a chief. His success and influence was purely a
matter of personality. He had never fought the whites up to this time, and indeed no
"coup" was counted for killing or scalping a white man.
Young Crazy Horse was twenty-one years old when all the Teton Sioux
chiefs (the western or plains dwellers) met in council to determine upon their future
policy toward the invader. Their former agreements had been by individual bands, each for
itself, and every one was friendly. They reasoned that the country was wide, and that the
white traders should be made welcome. Up to this time they had anticipated no conflict.
They had permitted the Oregon Trail, but now to their astonishment forts were built and
garrisoned in their territory.
Most of the chiefs advocated a strong resistance. There were a few
influential men who desired still to live in peace, and who were willing to make another
treaty. Among these were White Bull, Two Kettle, Four Bears, and Swift Bear. Even Spotted
Tail, afterward the great peace chief, was at this time with the majority, who decided in
the year 1866 to defend their rights and territory by force. Attacks were to be made upon
the forts within their country and on every trespasser on the same.
Crazy Horse took no part in the discussion, but he and all the young
warriors were in accord with the decision of the council. Although so young, he was
already a leader among them. Other prominent young braves were Sword (brother of the man
of that name who was long captain of police at Pine Ridge), the younger Hump, Charging
Bear, Spotted Elk, Crow King, No Water, Big Road, He Dog, the nephew of Red Cloud, and
Touch-the-Cloud, intimate friend of Crazy Horse.
The attack on Fort Phil Kearny was the first fruits of the new
policy, and here Crazy Horse was chosen to lead the attack on the woodchoppers, designed
to draw the soldiers out of the fort, while an army of six hundred lay in wait for them.
The success of this stratagem was further enhanced by his masterful handling of his men.
From this time on a general war was inaugurated; Sitting Bull looked to him as a principal
war leader, and even the Cheyenne chiefs, allies of the Sioux, practically acknowledged
his leadership. Yet during the following ten years of defensive war he was never known to
make a speech, though his teepee was the rendezvous of the young men. He was depended upon
to put into action the decisions of the council, and was frequently consulted by the older
Like Osceola, he rose suddenly; like Tecumseh he was always
impatient for battle; like Pontiac, he fought on while his allies were suing for peace,
and like Grant, the silent soldier, he was a man of deeds and not of words. He won from
Custer and Fetterman and Crook. He won every battle that he undertook, with the exception
of one or two occasions when he was surprised in the midst of his women and children, and
even then he managed to extricate himself in safety from a difficult position.
Early in the year 1876, his runners brought word from Sitting Bull
that all the roving bands would converge upon the upper Tongue River in Montana for summer
feasts and conferences. There was conflicting news from the reservation. It was rumored
that the army would fight the Sioux to a finish; again, it was said that another
commission would be sent out to treat with them.
The Indians came together early in June, and formed a series of
encampments stretching out from three to four miles, each band keeping separate camp. On
June 17, scouts came in and reported the advance of a large body of troops under General
Crook. The council sent Crazy Horse with seven hundred men to meet and attack him. These
were nearly all young men, many of them under twenty, the flower of the hostile Sioux.
They set out at night so as to steal a march upon the enemy, but within three or four
miles of his camp they came unexpectedly upon some of his Crow scouts. There was a hurried
exchange of shots; the Crows fled back to Crook's camp, pursued by the Sioux. The soldiers
had their warning, and it was impossible to enter the well-protected camp. Again and again
Crazy Horse charged with his bravest men, in the attempt to bring the troops into the
open, but he succeeded only in drawing their fire. Toward afternoon he withdrew, and
returned to camp disappointed. His scouts remained to watch Crook's movements, and later
brought word that he had retreated to Goose Creek and seemed to have no further
disposition to disturb the Sioux. It is well known to us that it is Crook rather than Reno
who is to be blamed for cowardice in connection with Custer's fate. The latter had no
chance to do anything, he was lucky to save himself; but if Crook had kept on his way, as
ordered, to meet Terry, with his one thousand regulars and two hundred Crow and Shoshone
scouts, he would inevitably have intercepted Custer in his advance and saved the day for
him, and war with the Sioux would have ended right there. Instead of this, he fell back
upon Fort Meade, eating his horses on the way, in a country swarming with game, for fear
of Crazy Horse and his braves!
The Indians now crossed the divide between the Tongue and the Little
Big Horn, where they felt safe from immediate pursuit. Here, with all their precautions,
they were caught unawares by General Custer, in the midst of their midday games and
festivities, while many were out upon the daily hunt.
On this twenty-fifth of June, 1876, the great camp was scattered for
three miles or more along the level river bottom, back of the thin line of cottonwoods
five circular rows of teepees, ranging from half a mile to a mile and a half in
circumference. Here and there stood out a large, white, solitary teepee; these were the
lodges or "clubs" of the young men. Crazy Horse was a member of the "Strong
Hearts" and the "Tokala" or Fox lodge. He was watching a game of ring-toss
when the warning came from the southern end of the camp of the approach of troops.
The Sioux and the Cheyennes were "minute men", and
although taken by surprise, they instantly responded. Meanwhile, the women and children
were thrown into confusion. Dogs were howling, ponies running hither and thither, pursued
by their owners, while many of the old men were singing their lodge songs to encourage the
warriors, or praising the "strong heart" of Crazy Horse.
That leader had quickly saddled his favorite war pony and was
starting with his young men for the south end of the camp, when afresh alarm came from the
opposite direction, and looking up, he saw Custer's force upon the top of the bluff
directly across the river. As quick as a flash, he took in the situation the enemy had
planned to attack the camp at both ends at once; and knowing that Custer could not ford
the river at that point, he instantly led his men northward to the ford to cut him off.
The Cheyennes followed closely. Custer must have seen that wonderful dash up the sage-bush
plain, and one wonders whether he realized its meaning. In a very few minutes, this wild
general of the plains had outwitted one of the most brilliant leaders of the Civil War and
ended at once his military career and his life.
In this dashing charge, Crazy Horse snatched his most famous
victory out of what seemed frightful peril, for the Sioux could not know how many were
behind Custer. He was caught in his own trap. To the soldiers it must have seemed as if
the Indians rose up from the earth to overwhelm them. They closed in from three sides and
fought until not a white man was left alive. Then they went down to Reno's stand and found
him so well entrenched in a deep gully that it was impossible to dislodge him. Gall and
his men held him there until the approach of General Terry compelled the Sioux to break
camp and scatter in different directions.
While Sitting Bull was pursued into Canada, Crazy Horse and the
Cheyennes wandered about, comparatively undisturbed, during the rest of that year, until
in the winter the army surprised the Cheyennes, but did not do them much harm, possibly
because they knew that Crazy Horse was not far off. His name was held in wholesome
respect. From time to time, delegations of friendly Indians were sent to him, to urge him
to come in to the reservation, promising a full hearing and fair treatment.
For some time he held out, but the rapid disappearance of the
buffalo, their only means of support, probably weighed with him more than any other
influence. In July, 1877, he was finally prevailed upon to come in to Fort Robinson,
Nebraska, with several thousand Indians, most of them Ogallala and Minneconwoju Sioux, on
the distinct understanding that the government would hear and adjust their grievances.
At this juncture General Crook proclaimed Spotted Tail, who had
rendered much valuable service to the army, head chief of the Sioux, which was resented by
many. The attention paid Crazy Horse was offensive to Spotted Tail and the Indian scouts,
who planned a conspiracy against him. They reported to General Crook that the young chief
would murder him at the next council, and stampede the Sioux into another war. He was
urged not to attend the council and did not, but sent another officer to represent him.
Meanwhile the friends of Crazy Horse discovered the plot and told him of it. His reply
was, "Only cowards are murderers."
His wife was critically ill at the time, and he decided to take her
to her parents at Spotted Tail agency, whereupon his enemies circulated the story that he
had fled, and a party of scouts was sent after him. They overtook him riding with his wife
and one other but did not undertake to arrest him, and after he had left the sick woman
with her people he went to call on Captain Lea, the agent for the Brules, accompanied by
all the warriors of the Minneconwoju band. This volunteer escort made an imposing
appearance on horseback, shouting and singing, and in the words of Captain Lea himself and
the missionary, the Reverend Mr. Cleveland, the situation was extremely critical. Indeed,
the scouts who had followed Crazy Horse from Red Cloud agency were advised not to show
themselves, as some of the warriors had urged that they be taken out and horsewhipped
Under these circumstances Crazy Horse again showed his masterful
spirit by holding these young men in check. He said to them in his quiet way: "It is
well to be brave in the field of battle; it is cowardly to display bravery against one's
own tribesmen. These scouts have been compelled to do what they did; they are no better
than servants of the white officers. I came here on a peaceful errand."
The captain urged him to report at army headquarters to explain
himself and correct false rumors, and on his giving consent, furnished him with a wagon
and escort. It has been said that he went back under arrest, but this is untrue. Indians
have boasted that they had a hand in bringing him in, but their stories are without
foundation. He went of his own accord, either suspecting no treachery or determined to
When he reached the military camp, Little Big Man walked arm-in-arm
with him, and his cousin and friend, Touch-the-Cloud, was just in advance. After they
passed the sentinel, an officer approached them and walked on his other side. He was
unarmed but for the knife which is carried for ordinary uses by women as well as men.
Unsuspectingly he walked toward the guardhouse, when Touch-the-Cloud suddenly turned back
exclaiming: "Cousin, they will put you in prison!" "Another white
man's trick! Let me go! Let me die fighting!" cried Crazy Horse. He stopped and
tried to free himself and draw his knife, but both arms were held fast by Little Big Man
and the officer. While he struggled thus, a soldier thrust him through with his bayonet
from behind. The wound was mortal, and he died in the course of that night, his old father
singing the death song over him and afterward carrying away the body, which they said must
not be further polluted by the touch of a white man. They hid it somewhere in the Bad
Lands, his resting place to this day.
Thus died one of the ablest and truest American Indians. His life was
ideal; his record clean. He was never involved in any of the numerous massacres on the
trail, but was a leader in practically every open fight. Such characters as those of Crazy
Horse and Chief Joseph are not easily found among so-called civilized people. The
reputation of great men is apt to be shadowed by questionable motives and policies, but
here are two pure patriots, as worthy of honor as any who ever breathed God's air in the
wide spaces of a new world.by Charles A. Eastman