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.
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 benefited to the full extent of the parents' ability.
 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
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
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 all—a 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 chiefs.
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
 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
in-  evitably 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 a fresh 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 intrenched in a deep gully that it was
im-  possible 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 publicly.
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
cow-  ardly 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 defy it.
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
 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.