Hundreds of additional titles available for
online reading when you join Gateway to the Classics
 THIS Cheyenne war chief was a contemporary of Dull Knife. He was not so strong a character as the
other, and was inclined to be pompous and boastful; but with all this he was a true type of native
American in spirit and bravery.
While Dull Knife was noted in warfare among Indians, Roman Nose made his record against the whites,
in defense of territory embracing the Republican and Arickaree rivers. He was killed on the latter
river in 1868, in the celebrated battle with General Forsythe.
Save Chief Gall and Washakie in the prime of their manhood, this chief had no peer in bodily
perfection and masterful personality. No Greek or Roman gymnast was ever a finer model of physical
 beauty and power. He thrilled his men to frenzied action when he came upon the field. It was said of
him that he sacrificed more youths by his personal influence in battle than any other leader, being
very reckless himself in grand-stand charges. He was killed needlessly in this manner.
Roman Nose always rode an uncommonly fine, spirited horse, and with his war bonnet and other
paraphernalia gave a wonderful exhibition. The Indians used to say that the soldiers must gaze at
him rather than aim at him, as they so seldom hit him even when running the gantlet before a firing
He did a remarkable thing once when on a one-arrow-to-kill buffalo hunt with his brother-in-law. His
companion had selected his animal and drew so powerfully on his sinew bowstring that it broke. Roman
Nose had killed his own cow and was whipping up close to the other when the misfortune occurred.
Both horses were going at full speed and the arrow jerked
 up in the air. Roman Nose caught it and shot the cow for him.
Another curious story told of him is to the effect that he had an intimate Sioux friend who was
courting a Cheyenne girl, but without success. As the wooing of both Sioux and Cheyennes was pretty
much all effected in the night time, Roman Nose told his friend to let him do the courting for him.
He arranged with the young woman to elope the next night and to spend the honeymoon among his Sioux
friends. He then told his friend what to do. The Sioux followed instructions and carried off the
Cheyenne maid, and not until morning did she discover her mistake. It is said she never admitted it,
and that the two lived happily together to a good old age, so perhaps there was no mistake after
Perhaps no other chief attacked more emigrants going west on the Oregon Trail between 1860 and 1868.
He once made an attack on a large party of Mormons,
 and in this instance the Mormons had time to form a corral with their wagons and shelter their
women, children, and horses. The men stood outside and met the Indians with well-aimed volleys, but
they circled the wagons with whirlwind speed, and whenever a white man fell, it was the signal for
Roman Nose to charge and count the "coup." The hat of one of the dead men was off, and although he
had heavy hair and beard, the top of his head was bald from the forehead up. As custom required such
a deed to be announced on the spot, the chief yelled at the top of his voice:
"Your Roman Nose has counted the first coup on the longest-faced white man who was ever killed!"
When the Northern Cheyennes under this daring leader attacked a body of scouting troops under the
brilliant officer General Forsythe, Roman Nose thought that he had a comparatively easy task. The
first onset failed, and the command
 entrenched itself on a little island. The wily chief thought he could stampede them and urged on his
braves with the declaration that the first to reach the island should be entitled to wear a trailing
war bonnet. Nevertheless he was disappointed, and his men received such a warm reception that none
succeeded in reaching it. In order to inspire them to desperate deeds he had led them in person, and
with him that meant victory or death. According to the army accounts, it was a thrilling moment, and
might well have proved disastrous to the Forsythe command, whose leader was wounded and helpless.
The danger was acute until Roman Nose fell, and even then his lieutenants were bent upon crossing at
any cost, but some of the older chiefs prevailed upon them to withdraw.
Thus the brilliant war chief of the Cheyennes came to his death. If he had lived until 1876, Sitting
Bull would have had another bold ally.