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Chapter
5, subchapter Battle of the Brule
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whole country from this point to Lake Superior was an unbroken forest,
inhabit exclusively by the Chippewa, but their right to this country was
strongly contested by the Dakotas, (Sioux), leading to many bloody battles,
one of which I witnessed at Stillwater on the west side of the lake. Many
were slain on both sides, but it resulted in a victory of the Chippewas.
This, I think, was in 1841. I also witnessed a battle on the Brule River
about October 1st of the following year, a true version of which I will
give you, the Sioux were headed by Old Crow and Chippewas by Buffalo,
each having a number of sub-chiefs to assist them. The battleground was
about midway from the source of Brule River to its mouth and about fifteen
miles from Lake Superior. Buffalo's people at this time were settled over
quite an extensive territory, consisting of the Apostle Islands and the
whole country surrounding the Chequamegon (Cha-ga-wa-muk) Bay. When Buffalo
received the news that they were coming to give him battle and learned
how near they were, and knowing the necessity for him to start at once
in order to intercept them and choose his position for a battle, he only
had time to gather a portion of his warriors. When he started he knew
that the force of the enemy far outnumbered his own; that they were coming
with coming with the intentions of catching the Chippewas in disconnected
parties and thereby be able to annihilate them in detail, as warlike portion
of the Chippewas were over near the Mississippi under Hole-in-the-Day.
Act quickly he must. He collected two hundred warriors and leaving his
women and children he hurried to met the Sioux the first evening just
before sunset at the Brule, the Sioux on the west side and the Chippewas
on the east, their pickets eyeing each other until dark, knowing that
daylight would find them in mortal combat. The west bank of this river
running back quite a distance is level and swampy, while the east side
slopes down from the river and it is only about 150 to an almost perpendicular
rocky bluff rising from fifty to eighty feet in height, and the slope
from the river bank to the bluff gave Buffalo's men a hidden position
from the Sioux on the west side. It was not until dark that Buffalo made
any show of strength in numbers, for he well knew he was over matched,
but as soon as it was dark he had fires built along the river bank for
nearly an eight of a mile, to give the Sioux the impression that his strength
was ample to cope with them. These fires were kept briskly burning all
night. Just after dark Buffalo came to me in my hidden retreat in the
rocks on the bluff where I had gone by his direction, and laid his plans
before me, which plans were to divide his force into three parts and at
about midnight to send a third of them up the river a safe distance and
cross and come own as near the Sioux as they dared without being observed,
and there await the opining of the fight in the mourning, which he would
begin with his center men. The other third were to go down river and cross
over, and like the band up the river, move up to a striking distance and
then keep quiet until the battle should begin. In those days fire arms
were not plenty with the Indians and ammunition scarce and they did not
like to use it in battle but kept it for hunting, and the war club and
knife were the instruments of death relied upon for this fight. The center
position of his men were concealed near the river bank at a point where
the Sioux must cross, and as the ground receded back from the river bank
to the bluff their position and numbers could not be detected by the enemy.
All the maneuvers of Buffalo's men were completed before daylight and
at early dawn the fight began with a few gunshots from Buffalo's center,
which was to be a signal for his flanking forces to close in. As soon
as these shots had been fired, some of his center men, by a prearrangement,
began running towards the bluff to show weakness, and the Sioux, quick
to discover their apparent fear, dashed into the river in great numbers,
expecting to have an easy victory and be able to take what scalps there
were between the river and the bluff with the utmost ease an dispatch.
The water in the Brule at the east bank was about three feet deep and
the bank two or three feet above the water. Whether or not the Sioux had
taken this fact into consideration I cannot say, but that the Chippewas
depended upon this condition of these things for their victory was certain.
The Brule was now filled with a howling, surging mass of Sioux warriors,
each trying to gain the lead for the distinction he proposed to get by
the addition of numerous scalps to his belt. On they came, clubs and knives
aloft, yelling they made and with a dozen or more imaginary Chippewa scalps
already in their belt, began to climb the bank. All this time the braves
of Buffalo lay hidden and with hurried breath awaited they appearance
of the scalp lock above the bank. They were now in sight and if never
before had met a foe that was worthy the name they faced them now, for
all the Sioux in the river then, not a one set his foot on the east bank.
Being in the water they were impelled to scale the bank before their clubs
and knives were of any use, and the Chippewas brained them as fast as
they came in reach. Of all the thrilling stories I ever read of slaughter
and carnage, I now witnessed a greater one than all. The river ran red
with blood and the Sioux warriors that had not reached the shore eagerly
pressed forward but as fast as they approached their doom was sealed.
The flanking forces of Buffalo were now and had been, since the signal
gun fired, cutting their way into the Sioux right and left wings, and
the war-whoops of the victorious Chippewas could be heard on their right
and left and in their rear. The case in front of them was a hopeless one
and they did the only thing that remained for them, to get away and save
as many of their scalps as they could and let the Chippewas have the scalps
of the dead, which were floating down or lying at the bottom of the Brule.
I witnessed this masterpiece of Indian warfare from the afternoon previous
to the ending of the fight, and from my safe position, having nothing
to fear whichever way the battle went, the impression made upon my mind
was lasting, and is as vivid today as it was upon that bright October
morning, nearly fifty years ago, and I would go a thousand miles to see
it repeated if another massacre were pending and could not be avoided.
Those Sioux that got away made the best time possible to reach their own
country beyond the Mississippi and were followed by the victors to their
boundary line. Only a few were overtaken who were wounded and they were
dispatched and scalped as soon as found. After the pursuers had returned
the Indians were all called to count the dead and ascertain the result
of the battle. This was done by counting all the men that were present,
and all that were missing that were counted as slain in battle. Their
losses being thus accounted for, the scalps that had been taken from the
Sioux were counted and their losses thus ascertained. The count in this
case was very satisfactory to the Chippewas as it showed their loss thirteen
and the loss of the Sioux one hundred and one. This mode of counting up
the results of battle has been their custom for hundreds of years, according
to their tradition. The scalping practice has been in vogue by all tribes
of Indians as far back as tradition goes, and the object of scalping was
for a twofold purpose. First for counting the results of battle, and next
to show the personal bravery of individual warriors, as each brave kept
his scalps as record of his valor until such time as he delivered them
up to his superior in tribal rank, in return for which he received eagle
feathers, one for each scalp he turned in, and these he wore in his cap
or turban as a mark of distinction.
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