Friday, June 25, 2021

"Dog Soldiers" & the battle of Greasy Grass

Two years before his demise, George Armstrong Custer led the 1874 Yellowstone Expedition, occasionally pausing for a photograph for posterity by William Illingworth of Saint Paul. With him are his "favorite scout," Bloody Knife, kneeling on the left and pointing at the map held by the seated Custer. Private John Burkman, assigned as an orderly to Custer, stands behind with scouts Goose and, kneeling on the right, Little Sioux. Two staghounds, evidently bored with the photo shoot, are napping near Custer.

The heavy-barreled rifle in the foreground possibly is Custer's Remington .50-caliber sporting rifle he carried with for hunting. You might note each of the Indians has a Model 1873 Colt Single Action Army revolver in .45 caliber and with a seven and one-half inch barrel. Those were the handguns carried into battle at the Little Bighorn River 145 years ago today. These handguns were state of the art for the era; the Springfield Trapdoor Model 1873 rifles carried by Custer's men in .45-70 caliber were not, which is among the reasons the  7th  had a "bad day."

Tuck, Swift, Lady & Kaiser

On June 12, 1876, George Armstrong Custer wrote a letter to his wife, Elizabeth (Libby), which included these statements:

"Tuck regularly comes when I am writing, and lays her head on the desk, rooting up my hand with her long nose until I consent to stop and notice her. She and Swift, Lady and Kaiser sleep in my tent."

Thirteen days later, Custer lay dead on what has come to be called "Custer Hill" just above the Little Bighorn River in Montana. The dogs -- Tuck, Swift, Lady and Kaiser, presumably, were with Major Marcus Reno and Captain Frederick Benteen and surviving troopers under their command on another nearby hilltop under the care of Private John Burkman.

Reno and Benteen were in charge of details separated by Custer from his immediate complement and were not among the troopers who rode with George and killed to the last man.

Burkman was an orderly assigned to the Custers with the 7th Cavalry Regiment. The "general's" other dogs were with Libby, ostensibly safe and sound, at Fort Abraham Lincoln seven miles south from Mandan, North Dakota, the location from which Custer had set out.

It is not unusual for me to take note of "Custer Day," as I refer to June 25, the anniversary of the "scrap" at the Little Bighorn. Custer and "a couple of hundred" troopers, scouts, contract employees and tag-alongs were killed by a few hundred (or, maybe a few thousand, depending on whose figures you accept) Lakota Sioux and Northern Cheyenne and Arapaho.

I have written posts at length about elements of the event, but today decided to simply to run this photograph and a couple of paragraphs. There is such a wealth of material about Custer and the 7th -- much of it appearing in just the last decade or so -- that it probably would be impossible to keep current of it.

Libby Custer, as was her custom, had traveled with her husband the first day out on the expedition and would have taken the dogs accompanying them back to Fort Abraham Lincoln except for the fact some refused to leave George.

John Burkman is one of only a few names associated with "Greasy Grass" I will mention today. The battle of Greasy Grass is the name given to the encounter by the Plains Indians.  Burkman was born January 10, 1839, in Alleghany County, Pennsylvania (or, maybe, Germany). On the morning of Sunday, June 25, 1876, he was ordered by Custer to stay behind with Benteen and the pack train.

"Take good care of the horses, Burkman. We may need them before morning," were the instructions Custer gave to Burkman the night before the battle at the Little Bighorn, according to the Billings Gazette.

Before setting out for the Indian encampment later, Burkman said Custer gave orders for him to stay with the pack train: "Stay with the pack train, Burkman, and take good care of the horses, were his orders to me. And it was the first time he ever left me behind in a fight. Those were his last words to me. And the next thing I knew of Custer and those five companies, was the news of the massacre."

Much of the Burkman information came from Glendolin Damon Wagner, a Billings writer whose books included one called "Old Neutriment." It was published in 1934 and based on information Burkman had told to I. D. "Bud" O'Donnell and who, in turn, had provided it to Wagner. Take that with an extra long hmmmmmmm ....

Burkman survived the hilltop engagement between elements of the 7th under Reno and Benteen and the Indian forces. Burkman was discharged from the army for disability in May 1879. He lived for a while in the soldier's homes in Los Angeles and Washington, but left the last in April 1923. Burkman reportedly was found dead November 10, 1925, in a Billings boarding house with a smoking gun in one hand and a bag of candy in the other. His death was ruled a suicide.

If you are wondering about the eventual fate of Tuck, Swift, Lady and Kaiser, so am I. Since Burkman was in charge of Custer's dogs, they stayed behind with him and, almost certainly, were at the hilltop wing-ding. There is no further mention of them that I have encountered.


13 comments:

Kelly said...

Of course you would leave me wondering about the dogs.

Fram Actual said...

Whatever else Georgie was, he was a lover and a fancier of dogs. He constantly had them during his adult life. Libby was the same. I give you this:

"While George Custer likely had dogs before his time at West Point and during his Civil War service, the first documented dog that belonged to the Custers was one named Byron, an English Greyhound that he acquired while he and Libby were stationed in Hempstead, Texas. Soon after this, the general became enamored of the hunting dogs that Texas planters were using, and his friends began giving him a dog or two from their packs. These were Scottish Staghounds, known today as Scottish Deerhounds. By the time they moved from Hempstead to Austin, the Custers had acquired 23 dogs. Ginnie, a setter who was a particular favorite of Libby's, gave birth to a new litter shortly after the move. Two or three of the puppies were very weak at birth, and Libby wrote that George himself walked the floor during the night, trying to save the puppies."

In other places, I have read that when the Custers changed posts, they tried to find responsible people to receive some from their "pack." I assume that was the case with Tuck, Swift, Lady and Kaiser. At least, I hope it was ....

In the meanwhile, we both are left wondering, Kelly ....

Fram Actual said...

P.S. for Kelly ....

Curiosity causes me to mention a rumor:

"Other rumors relate to the survival of two dogs. In addition to Tuck who travelled with Custer on his last journey, Custer took with him a number of greyhounds. The greyhounds were left with packers at the previous night's encampment and, thus, survived. It has been contended that Tuck was not left behind and may be regarded as one of the casualties of the battle. Several observations of a dog on the battlefield were made. It has also been contended that Tuck stayed with Custer's dog handler, Private John Burkman at the pack train. No accounts following the battle have been found of Tuck's fate. Of humans, the three most controversial accounts of survivors are those relating to Frank Finkel, Charles Hopkins, and Company L's (Calhoun's) farrier, William Heath."

Kelly said...

We can only hope they lived long, happy lives. And... if any went into battle, I hope they died quickly and bravely.

Fram Actual said...

Yes and yes, to your comment, Kelly ....

Anita said...

Fin post Fraam om Custer og hans hunder.Jeg vet lite om den Generalen men har boken, Du finner meg i fjellene på nattbordet(Watch for me on the mountain ,Forrest Carter)

Fin Wagner musikk også,litt trist kansje.. Men passer til det slaget on Wounded -Knee

Ha det fint alle sammen!

Anita

Fram Actual said...

I have 40-some books specifically about George Armstrong Custer and a few more by or about his wife, Libby, and several more about the "Plains Indian Wars" in general, as well as been to more than a few sites identified with them. It adds up to feeling like I know the Custers personally.

I checked out the book you mentioned and discovered it is about Geronimo. Another fascinating individual.

The music is the funeral march for Sigurd or Siegfried (Sigurðr in the Old Norse) from Richard Wagner's opera, "Götterdämmerun." Custer and Sigurðr have a few things in common, including romance. I think of Georgie and Libby as one of the great love stories in both real and literary existence.

Thank you, Anita, for coming and for reading and for writing. My today was spent playing catch-up with the "Vikings" miniseries -- eleven hours worth. Ivar the Boneless finally made it to Valhalla.

Be good and later ....

Anita said...

Hei!God Kveld!
Kommer innom en tur igjen til deg.
Har lest posten din litt bedre nå.
Vidunderlige hunder!Ser ut som ulvehunder på bildet!
Så lurer jeg på hvordan Fram the younger har det(eller er det Fram the older)
Har du fått vaksinert deg?Skal du på ferie i år
Ja hvordan har du det egentlig?
Jeg vet det blir litt personligt men du kan fortelle litt om dine planer?Kansje dere skal til Dakota i år igjen.Ligge i telt?
Jeg har det bare bra.Ble friskmeldt i dag.Men det tar minst ett halvt år før kroppen og hjernen "glemmer" smerten!
Geronimo boken måtte jeg legge fra meg.Den ble for tung.Leser "Polare Tragedier ,Odd Harlad Hauge!Ett og ett kapittelpr dag.Mest information den boken

Men!Jeg kom over en bok uten å lese hva den inneholdt og jeg ble sjokkert!Verste boken jeg har lest noen gangBrutalitet på det verste !Jeg klarer ikke engang begynne på andre boken så grusomme sexuelle detaljer.! !Her på engelsk

The Notebook, the first volume of Ágota Kristóf's trilogy, which was followed by The Proof and The Third Lie. When I first heard someone talk about Ágota Kristóf, I thought it was an east European mispronunciation of Agatha Christie; but I soon discovered not only that Ágota is not Agatha, but that Ágota's horror is much more terrifying than Agatha's.

Vel, min venn i Amerika.Ønsker deg alt godt der borte

Håper du er lykkelig !

Takk for fint tilbake svar,vi seest senere!

Anita

Fram Actual said...

If polar exploration interests you, Anita, I would suggest reading material by and about Will Steger and Ann Bancroft, a pair of Minnesotans.

Steger, among other things, led a six-person team, including Bancroft, to the North Pole in 1986 and the first dogsled traverse of Antarctica in 1989-90. Bancroft was the first woman to cross both polar ice caps to reach the Poles. She later led a four-woman expedition to the South Pole on skis. She and a Norwegian young lady, Liv Arnesen, were the first women to ski across Antarctica.

Who says it still is a "man's world?"

Yep. No way is Ágota Kristóf to be mistaken for Agatha Christie ....

Fram Original was the first and there have been a few incarnations along the way to reach Fram Actual. He is, it would seem, beginning to slide into one more role -- that of Final Fram or, as some would put it, "Fram Finis."

I have no plans for the future -- near or far -- which is becoming worrisome since two of the five-month FramSummer are nearly concluded. No doubt there will be a few interludes in Dakota, but who "knows where or when," to "liberate" a couple of words from Rodgers and Hart.

Since you not exactly were enthused about Richard Wagner's funeral march, Anita, you might like this song better. It also seemed appropriate for the post, and I almost used it for a second musical number ....

https://youtu.be/RqTOYtN5cIs

Anita said...

OMG !Thats the most beautiful song I have heard in a long time..Very nice
It is so elegant and well sung by Boccelini!
And the nice text! Yes, if you take the time to understand and see the deeper meaning, it is fantastic! Thank you very much
I really liked Wagner's funeral symphony I've heard it before because Hitler liked Wagner so much (do not think wrong I'm not a Hitler fan but he's important to understand, who he was and how he managed what he did)Wagner has much great music.
My mind changes with the weather, sometimes bright sometimes dark. Right now I can not sleep it is so hot at night. So I watch a snowstorm video I found on youtube from Ukraine (crazy I know)and yep I sleep safely and well to 12 a clock in daytime!!. It was nice you sent a little hello back I hope you go to Dakota!I do not hope this will be the end ..Fram The Final. You write strong and interesting.But of course after all these years I understand...

Thanks for the book tip about Liv Arnesen and Ann Bancroft. I will look them up.
I leave for know. Remember, you and only you, have the last word . Stay happy and enjoy summer time xxx

Anita

Fram Actual said...

I listen to Andrea Bocelli periodically for a song or two to brighten my day. He may or may not be the greatest opera tenor ever, but, at this moment in time, he is at the peak of the mountain for me. I think we all should look at Bocelli as an illustration of what an individual can accomplish through hard work and perseverance.

My college courses included one specific to Adolph Hitler and another to Joseph Stalin. The classes sort of fell under the category of "preventative medicine" and required extensive reading. At one point, I was very well versed on both men and the details of democratic socialism and communism.

Becoming Fram Finis may or may not mean a quick end to this blog. For a while, it might refer only to some variations in persona in preparation for departure. There are days when I think about "cashing out" on my possessions and beginning to wander until the money is gone and then "pitch camp" right there wherever I am. The biggest problem with the idea is that I might not like the place where I am when the money well runs dry.

I guess I am like you in at least one respect, Anita: "My mind changes with the weather, sometimes bright, sometimes dark."

Summer and I are in harmony this year, and I hope the same will be true for you as we near the midpoint of 2021, ung jente i det fjerne nord ....

Rajani Rehana said...

Fabulous blog

Fram Actual said...

My posts roam from here to there along a random road, and sometimes backtrack or circle round, Rajani Rehana. A scattered mind produces scattered thoughts about scattered topics.

Thank you, for the compliment ....

Something special ....