The Crazy Horse Legend
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 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 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
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,
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, resigned 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 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
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 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
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
Photo attributed to Crazy Horse,
Some believe that Crazy horse was never photographed. However, there is
a photograph which is attributed to be that of Crazy horse. I will post
more in the future.