"All we ask is that we have peace with the whites.
We want to hold you by the hand. You are our father. We have been travelling
through a cloud. The sky has been dark ever since the war began. These braves
who are with me are willing to do what I say. We want to take good tidings
home to our people, that they may sleep in peace. I want you to give all
these chiefs of the soldiers here to understand that we are for peace, and
that we have made peace, that we may not be mistaken by them for enemies.
I have not come here with a little wolf bark, but have come to talk plain
with you."
-Motavato (Black Kettle) speaking to Gov. Evans, Col.
Chivington, Maj. Wynkoop & others
in Denver, autumn, 1864
Black Kettle had been a great warrior in his youth.
Now, in late summer of middle age, he was a widely recognized Chief of
the Southern Cheyenne. Accompanied by Lean Bear, he had recently been to
Washington and shook hands with the Great Father Lincoln. Lean Bear and Black
Kettle had been friends since they were babies; it must have blown their
minds to visit the Capitol City. It is not hard to imagine them walking amidst
all the bustle and building thinking,, just what are these white folks trying
to do? President Lincoln presented them with pretty medals to wear and papers
stating that they were good friends of the United States. But since then,
things had been getting more confusing on the plains. There was talk of soldiers
attacking Cheyenne.
One morning Lean Bear rode out to meet the Bluecoats as
they approached the Cheyenne camp on Ash Creek. He wore the medal and brought
the papers to show the soldiers that he was peaceful. When he was close enough,
they opened fired and killed him. Black Kettle did not understand this. He
and Lean Bear tried to avoid conflicts and steered their people away from
the unforseen dangers encountered through too much contact with buffalo hunters,
stage roads, white man's forts and railroads. The warriors of the Southern
Cheyenne, the young men who comprised the Dog Soldiers, were more attracted
to leaders like Roman Nose who loved a good fight, especially if there seemed
to be a noble cause. As things got crazier on the plains, indiscriminate
attacks became mutual fare. The Dog Soldiers believed that they could realize
their ends through armed struggle and conducted a guerrila war along the
Platte, launching many bloody raids against the inexorable advance of the
whites across the Great Plains. In 1864, officials in Colorado issued an
ultimatum; all friendly Indians should surrender by reporting to the local
forts where they would be instructed on what to do and be protected. Hostile
Indians and those not complying with this form of surrender would be hunted
down and killed. The soldiers who killed Lean Bear had been instructed to
kill Indians, period.
Governor John Evans of the Colorado Territory, had leaned
on his connections in Washington and received permission to raise a new regiment
for protection against marauding Indians. The possibility of peace offered
by Black Kettle, White Antelope and other Cheyenne chiefs was not what Evans
had in mind. Evans wanted to satisfy his constituents and had already commited
himself to a course of action. He felt it would compromise his credibility
with his connections in DC as well as betray the locals who desired to avoid
conscription by joining a regiment to fight poorly armed Indians rather than
well-seasoned Confederate troops. As the Governor explained, "They have been
raised to kill Indians, and they must kill Indians."
On November 29, 1864, troops under the command of
Colonel John M. Chivington, a former Methodist preacher with political ambitions,
attacked and destroyed the Cheyenne camp of Chief Black Kettle and Chief
White Antelope by
Sand Creek, on the plains of eastern Colorado. Upon hearing
the approaching soldiers in the early morning light, White Antelope went
out to meet them. The Bluecoats raised their rifles and White Antelope sang
a death song as the bullets tore through him. Black Kettle stood in the middle
of the camp and raised his American flag as well as a white flag in case
anyone thought the first one was just a souvenir. The previous year in Washington,
Colonel Greenwood, the Commissioner of Indian Affairs, had presented Black
Kettle with this huge 34 star flag, saying that soldiers would not fire upon
anyone standing under the Stars and Stripes. Black Kettle always mounted
it above his tipi in the middle of the village when he stayed in one place
for any length of time. He and the other chiefs in his camp had already declared
themselves at peace and were led to believe they had done what they were
told to do. They were now under the military protection of Fort Lyon. So
the Chief held up the poles in the early November air and his breath condensed
into mist as he called to his people and with prayerful confidence, told
them not to be afraid, that the soldiers would not hurt them. Chivington's
troops then opened fire from both sides of the camp, shooting directly into
the crowd around Black Kettle and scattering them.
Conservative estimates figure the Indian dead at 105
women and children and 28 men. The Army also drove off about six hundred
horses and mules. In a few nauseating hours, a gang of white devils had "destroyed
the lives and power of every Cheyenne and Arapaho chief who had held out
for peace." (Dee Brown) The slaughter would soon caused a massive public
reaction, but what exactly had happened on the banks of Sand Creek was not
immediately obvious to the general public.
The soldiers, many of them drunk, had killed indiscriminately.
After the battle, they went on to scalp, bash in skulls and otherwise mutilate
the dead. Officers and enlisted men alike cut off the private parts of men,
women and children and kept them as souvenirs. Others cut off fingers to
obtain rings. Women and children prisoners were killed and scalped by the
Bluecoats who were "wading in gore" as Chivington had promised. A full
two weeks after the massacre, the Colonel was honored with a big parade through
the streets of Denver. He even appeared onstage displaying some of his grisly
trophies. A Denver editorial boasted, "Among the brilliant feats of arms
in Indian warfare, the recent campaign of our Colorado volunteers will stand
in history with few rivals, and none to exceed it in final results." They
go on to state, "Colorado soldiers have again covered themselves with glory."
Caught up in his own demented illusions, Chivington decided
to publicize the cowardice of Captain Silas Soule (1839-1865) and other officers
at Fort Lyon who denounced the treacherous attack, saying that it would be
murder and a disgrace to the Army to participate in such a thing. Ordered
to accompany the expedition or face court-martial, they went along, but ordered
their troops to stand down unless fired upon. When Chivington oinked in Denver
about Soule, Captain Soule's men could no longer contain themselves and in
proud defense of their leader, spoke about what they had seen and heard that
day. Soule wrote, that it was "... hard for me to see little children on
their knees begging for their lives, to have their brains beaten out like
dogs." This led to an investigation into Chivington's conduct which was not
a popular move in Denver that year and proceedings were conducted under a
cloud of intimidation. But Soule, who had previously schemed with the Jayhawks,
and helped the Underground Railroad, and who had fought alongside Chivington
against the Confederates at Glorieta Pass, had seen too much that was contrary
to his ideals at Sand Creek that day to be shut down. He knew Black Kettle
and his people and that this was a peaceful band seeking refuge. It was deceit
to consider the Army's actions as anything but cold-blooded murder. Soule
spoke out against the deeds of his old commander and alerted the world to
the holocaust happening in the American west. Soon afterwards, he was shot
by a friend or supporter of Chivington who moved to California and was never
brought to justice. Major Wynkoop, an eyewitness to events preceding the
slaughter at Sand Creek, offered this report to the American Geographical
and Statistical Society at the Cooper Institute, on Christmas Eve, 1864.
It appeared on page one of the New York Tribune;
In regard to the causes of the Indian war which has existed,
at intervals, since 1863, speaking alone from my own personal knowledge,
I would say, without hesitation that the initiative has in every instance
been taken by our own people. Ten years ago I was one of a party of 17 adventurers
who started from the Territory of Kansas to seek their fortunes in the region
of the Rocky Mountains that was then known as the Pike's peak country, now
the Territory of Colorado. During our journey thither we passed through numerous
bands of Indians, viz.: Kiowas, Comanches, Arapahos, Cheyennes, and Apaches.
Thousands of them were camped along the Arkansas River, all the way to the
Rocky Mountains. We were treated hospitably by them and with the utmost kindness;
we were the vanguard of an army of emigrants, who were soon to take possession
of their hunting grounds, and it would have been but a simple effort for
them to have crushed us at that time had they felt so disposed. But, on the
contrary when the nucleus which we formed had gathered together hundreds
of gold seekers at the mouth of Cherry Creek where now stands the city of
Denver and the Indians knew that the supposed treasures of these mountains
would attract thousands who must necessarily encroach upon their rights,
still their intercourse was of the most pacific character.
As the emigration continued to flow in during the years
'58, '59, '60, '61 and '62, I know of no instance in which the friendly relations,
existing between the Indian and the white man were interrupted. But during
the year 1863 that country was cursed with the presence of a man in power,
the commander of a military District, in which was included the Territory
of Colorado, whose position gave him absolute sway, and whose name is synonymous
with infamy, Col. J. M. Chivington. Having had his command reduced by frequent
calls of troops to take the field against those who were endeavoring to dissever
our Union, found that it was necessary to do something to retain him in the
most exalted position he had ever held--that of a commander of a military
district where troops were not really required. He, therefore, thought it
was politic to inaugurate an Indian war. Finding a good opportunity, on the
pretense that a certain hunting party of Cheyenne Indians had run off some
stock which they had found on the prairie, and at the time were driving toward
a ranch to return to their lawful owners, he ordered a detachment of his
troops to make an attack upon them.
They naturally defended themselves, and the consequence
was a skirmish, in which some lives were lost; and from that arose the cry
of an Indian war. Under the orders of this monster, the troops then took
the field to kill all Indians that they might meet. The Indians, in retaliation
for the wrongs had been imposed upon them, naturally committed depredations
whenever they had an opportunity; but after this state of affairs had existed
for a couple of months, under the influence of the older and wiser heads
of their race, retired from the highways and the vicinity of the settlements,
and sued for peace. An armistice existed for a short time, and then came
the fearful massacre of Sand Creek, with the details of which almost every
one is familiar, where Indian women and children were murdered in cold blood
by United States troops and their bodies mutilated in the most horrible manner.
A year later, Black Kettle, still
determined to find a way to live in peace with white men,
again met with US government treaty makers at the mouth of the Little Arkansas
River in Kansas...
"Although the troops have struck us, we throw it
all behind and are glad to meet you in peace and friendship. What you have
come here for, and what the President has sent you for, I don't object to,
but say yes to it... The white people can go wherever they please and they
will not be disturbed by us, and I want you to let them know... We are different
nations, but it seems as if we were but one people, whites and all... Again,
I take you by the hand, and I feel happy. These people that are with us are
glad to think that we can have peace once more, and can sleep soundly, and
that we can live."
-Motavato (Black Kettle), October, 1865
The chiefs present at the meeting on the Little Arkansas,
signed away all claims of the Southern Cheyenne and Arapaho to the Territory
of Colorado and agreed to 'perpetual peace'. As agreed, they moved south
of the Arkansas River where they enjoyed a few good seasons, able to resume
some semblance of their former lives and attempt to raise their families
on the grassy plains. "These were happy days for us," recalled George Bent,
a half-breed who married Black Kettle's niece. But there were soon problems.
The government did not hold up their part of the bargain and failed to supply
the Indians with arms and ammunition as promised. Game was becoming scarcer
every day; and unable to procure subsistence for their families, with no
means to acquire the absolute necessities of life, some became desperate.
According to Major Wynkoop, "Some of the wilder spirits,
incensed at treatment which they supposed to be most unjust, started on the
war-path against the whites, but they were the outlaws of their tribe, and
were so declared by those chiefs whom I saw after they had committed their
depredations. Their whole race should not have been made responsible for
the evil doings of a few, for the head men of their tribe, with whom I held
council, considered that those outlaws had done more injury to their own
people than to mine, and were willing and anxious to deliver them up to us
to be handed over to justice; but the troops were in the field and the Indians
in flight before the same could be consummated."
The next council was at Fort Larned, Kansas in the fall
of 1866, General Winfield Scott Hancock presiding. The Indians called
him Old Man of the Thunder, and he was intent on getting something done.
Maybe it was the shadow of defeat hanging over him from the Civil War, the
repeated insults to his warrior's pride suffered under Confederate clout,
but Hancock was not a good man to have sent west. Back in '62, the press
had dubbed him Hancock the Superb for his military exploits. This was the
man who wasted Pickett's Charge at Gettysburg . But by the fall of '64 he
left his field command because of discouragement and burn out. His men had
been severely butchered, his guns had been overrun, the glory had faded in
a series of defeats during the Virginia campaign. Grant had sent Hancock's
men to the slaughter in a futile charge at Cold Harbor. Discouraged with
the quality of the new troops under his command, Hancock was no longer in
the mood to rebuild and chose to move on. Having come west, he was intent
on a no-nonsense session that would produce results. He had presidential
ambitions and actually ran against Garfield in 1880, but we're getting ahead
of ourselves. First, he must enact the heroic deeds which would make his
name a household word. The General especially wanted to meet with the leaders
of the Dog Soldiers. He was angry and insulted that the great warrior Roman
Nose had not come to the council. In response, Hancock marched his troops
out toward the Indian camp. The Indians, many of whom had been at Sand Creek,
could quickly see where this was leading and sent most of the women and children
away on ponies. Hancock told the remaining young men to bring the others
back. The warriors rode off, but did not return. Hancock waited a few days,
then inventoried and burnt over 300 lodges, turning everything these people
possessed to ashes. Now whole families were destitute, in a starving condition,
and without shelter on the open prairie. The enraged Dog Soldiers struck
back with renewed vigor. General J.B. Sanborn, one of the Indian Comissioners
wrote, "For a mighty nation like us to be carrying on a war with a few straggling
nomads, under such circumstances, is a spectacle most humiliating, an injustice
unparallelled, a national crime most revolting, that must, sooner or later,
bring down upon us or our posterity the judgement of heaven."
Hancock was recalled and his troops were sent elsewhere.
General Sherman arranged the council next fall. The government wanted the
Indians to share a reservation south of the Arkansas and would provide land
and cattle to assisst in their assimilation. Over four thousand Indians were
present for the discussions at Medicine Creek Lodge, although the lack of
Cheyennes at this gathering disturbed the US commisioners. Their main goal
was to convince the Dog Soldiers to accept the land south of the Arkansas
as a move in the direction of peaceful co-existence. Roman Nose was not interested
in accepting these limits and his band moved north. Still, many leaders of
the Dog Soldiers were coaxed into attentding;
"We were once friends with the whites but you nudged
us out of the way by your intrigues,
and now when we are in council you keep nudging each other.
Why don't you talk, and go straight, and let all be well?"
-Motavato (Black Kettle) to the Indians gathered at Medicine
Creek Lodge, October, 1867
When the gallant Roman Nose was killed in a wreckless
charge against a group of scouts in the fall of 1868, many of these young
warriors lost heart in the struggle and headed south to join Black Kettle's
band. Black Kettle was glad to see them return and warmly accepted the braves
back into his fold. No doubt he spoke with them about the futility of making
war against the whites. He had just returned from Fort Cobb a few days before.
There he had met with General Hazen who assured him that his village would
not be attacked. The General issued them some coffee, sugar and tobacco,
knowing that he would probably never see them again. Hazen was well aware
of Sheridan's plans. Black Kettle had resisted the entreaties of some of
his people, including his wife, to move their camp downriver closer to larger
encampments of Cheyennes, Kiowas, and Apaches wintered there. He refused
to believe that Sheridan would order an attack without first offering an
opportunity for peace. This was a serious miscalculation.
Abraham Lincoln had commented that Sheridan was, "One
of those long-armed fellows with short legs, that can scratch his shins without
having to stoop over." The Indians thought the stocky commander looked like
a little bear with a bad attitude. A Comanche who had surrendered walked
up to Sheridan, and smiling, pointed to himself, and said; "Tosawi, good
Indian." Sheridan is then reported to have said ,"The only good Indian is
a dead Indian." Sheridan would one day become Commander in Chief of
the entire US army (1884-1888).
Washita
Before dawn, the cavalry stormed the 51 lodges,
killing men, women, and children. Hard Backside Custer reported over 100
killed, although only 11 of these were warriors. This was Custer's first
major engagement with the Indians. According to Bent,
Black Kettle and his wife, Medicine Woman, both rushed
out of the lodge at the first booming of the guns. Black Kettle mounted a
horse and helped his wife up behind him and started to cross the Washita
River, but both the chief and his wife fell at the river bank riddled with
bullets; the horse was also killed at the same time. Red Shin tells me that
the soldiers rode right over Black Kettle and his wife and their horse as
they lay dead on the ground, and that their bodies were all splashed with
mud by the charging soldiers...
Following Sheridan's plan to cripple resistance, Hard
Backside ordered the slaughter of the Indian pony and mule herd estimated
at near 900 animals. The lodges of Black Kettle's people, with all their
winter supply of food and clothing, were torched. The loss of winter supplies,
and the loss of heart through sheer misery, convinced many bands to accept
reservation life.
Note: In April 1996, the United Methodist Church, at its national convention
in Denver, formally apologized to the Arapaho and Cheyenne Indian tribes
for the Sand Creek Massacre of 1864.