tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57570184801673021572024-03-16T13:50:22.798-05:007th Cavalry Troopers in South DakotaThis website is dedicated to the 7th Cavalry troopers who are buried in South Dakota. From the tragic death of Abram Brant only hours before he was to receive his Medal of Honor to the murder of Elijah Strode, the lives of these 7th Cavalrymen is anything but boring. Together, their lives span from before the Civil War, through Wounded Knee and up to the 1950s. Even though their lives didn't grab the headlines like General Custer, their stories are worth exploring, even more so in my opinion.Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-41992159628687215882024-03-16T08:33:00.001-05:002024-03-16T08:33:36.409-05:00Peter Thompson Book Review<p>Peter Thompson of Company C, 7th US Cavalry, wrote his account of the Battle of the Little Big Horn which appeared in the Belle Fourche Bee in eight weekly installments. The first installment was printed February 19, 1914 and continued weekly until April 9, 1914. Thompson's account not only provided an enlisted man's perspective of the battle but it also ruffled a lot of feathers. Thompson put up with ridicule and doubt for the rest of his life.</p><p>Daniel O. Magnussen published his book, <i>Peter Thompson's Narrative of the Little Bighorn Campaign, 1876</i>. The book was an analysis of Thompson's 1914 narrative and of the battle itself. Today, the book, in fine condition, routinely sells for hundreds of dollars.</p><p>On February 1, 1975, The Missoulian newspaper out of Missoula, Montana, published a book review of this new book on the Custer fight. Click on the image below for an enlarged copy.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMb10-ZbgNUxjrQV-VIQTDLNLBDbfSQjT5uXB8DWrPtd_YMpoHulj8EdLfwA0UJgJ9_oS8d0xdoX1SWvrc4xcprLqJ9vO1DzI-gs3CJ_u5FdLqSGwrfcF5Pcq4U8I9oNLBJLO28aX3xsxBVxlarlsfVHFoTIU4fhiYhJeiQVw-qqBv0l49sAYt5QUMkJ34/s4621/thompson%20book%20review_missoulian19750201.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4621" data-original-width="3732" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMb10-ZbgNUxjrQV-VIQTDLNLBDbfSQjT5uXB8DWrPtd_YMpoHulj8EdLfwA0UJgJ9_oS8d0xdoX1SWvrc4xcprLqJ9vO1DzI-gs3CJ_u5FdLqSGwrfcF5Pcq4U8I9oNLBJLO28aX3xsxBVxlarlsfVHFoTIU4fhiYhJeiQVw-qqBv0l49sAYt5QUMkJ34/s320/thompson%20book%20review_missoulian19750201.jpg" width="258" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Missoulian, Missoula, Montana, February 1, 1975</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>You can search used bookstores and websites for a copy of Magnussen's book, or you can download your very own copy of Thompson's narrative as it appeared in the Belle Fourche Bee in 1914. To download your copy of Thompson's Little Big Horn narrative in PDF format, click on the link below. </div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1hcj3OMjwZNnCjMT7Sp0vS-Od7NcZtMMp/view" target="_blank">Peter Thompson's Narrative, Belle Fourche Bee, February to April 1914</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/thompson-peter.html">PETER THOMPSON PAGE</a></div></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-30797721656676316002024-02-03T08:29:00.000-06:002024-02-03T08:29:18.266-06:00Annie and Josephine Windolph<p> In 1890, Trooper Charles Windolph and his wife, Mathilda, lost two daughters to diphtheria.</p><p>Diphtheria is an acute bacterial infection spread by personal contact and it was the most feared of all childhood diseases. Symptoms ranged from severe sore throat to suffocation due to a ‘false membrane’ covering the larynx. The disease primarily affected children under the age of 5. Until treatment became widely available in the 1920s, the public viewed this disease as a death sentence.*</p><p>The Windolph's daughter, Anna, passed away on June 20, 1890.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY_J92-GuS7-aX8KrEBJvzlDan7u8ScYJJ9GR-9FdT-8B_l1PmCKYfQooEWQ7QEEaEb6wJQWFMaantSMGxiJrwFED1EsSEs6A58dRbZwM-yRqJtOKl2AkssisyV40mDvvSCdk0CyASjquEtrhaZBqnJX1qaBOxfIlcAOxlcDqJkGvBgwq-qiben6Alwb7J/s4909/A_The_Black_Hills_Daily_Times_Sat__Jun_21__1890_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2027" data-original-width="4909" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY_J92-GuS7-aX8KrEBJvzlDan7u8ScYJJ9GR-9FdT-8B_l1PmCKYfQooEWQ7QEEaEb6wJQWFMaantSMGxiJrwFED1EsSEs6A58dRbZwM-yRqJtOKl2AkssisyV40mDvvSCdk0CyASjquEtrhaZBqnJX1qaBOxfIlcAOxlcDqJkGvBgwq-qiben6Alwb7J/s320/A_The_Black_Hills_Daily_Times_Sat__Jun_21__1890_.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Black Hills Daily Times, Deadwood, SD, June 21, 1890</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>Two days later, on Sunday, June 22, 1890, Josephine Windolph, the older of the two sisters, passed away at the Homestake Hospital in Lead.<div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtV20gY3oHwyCDPg5hL04uKuNOEm5L0QZiGuuYpKUmAdINtkh4IZzIrL746J4SLlG0fR5KrfRcOHnEub0_ZWpY2H3FjSUcJ91vhyRwERG1jIo7xq1wO78r5OM2u1Onne2_M3fugfqSa6VFmDhZyqQZwx7ujS4MoYYk2QmzoTX8WiovyJQzEwvXP8CmKWnx/s4792/B_The_Daily_Deadwood_Pioneer_Times_Mon__Jun_23__1890_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4457" data-original-width="4792" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtV20gY3oHwyCDPg5hL04uKuNOEm5L0QZiGuuYpKUmAdINtkh4IZzIrL746J4SLlG0fR5KrfRcOHnEub0_ZWpY2H3FjSUcJ91vhyRwERG1jIo7xq1wO78r5OM2u1Onne2_M3fugfqSa6VFmDhZyqQZwx7ujS4MoYYk2QmzoTX8WiovyJQzEwvXP8CmKWnx/s320/B_The_Daily_Deadwood_Pioneer_Times_Mon__Jun_23__1890_.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Daily Deadwood Pioneer-TImes, Deadwood, SD, June 23, 1890</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Charles Windolph was well known around the Black Hills area. He participated in the 1874 Black Hills Expedition with Custer and two years later in the Battle of the Little Big Horn. He was awarded the Medal of Honor on October 5, 1878, for his part as a member of the sharpshooters who were protecting the water carriers during the Little Bighorn battle in 1876. The Medal of Honor citation read, “With three comrades, during the entire engagement, courageously held a position that secured water for the command.” He was wounded in the buttock during the hilltop fight on June 25 and returned to duty. He was later awarded the Purple Heart for this wound. He was discharged on March 21, 1883, at Fort Meade, Dakota, as the First Sergeant of Company H. After his discharge he was employed by the Homestake Mining Company for 49 years. He married Mathilda L. Windolph in 1880. Mathilda died on March 23, 1924 and Charles followed her 26 years later, on March 11, 1950. Both are buried in the Black Hills National Cemetery.</div><div><br /></div><div>On Thursday, June 26, 1890, the following appeared in the Sturgis Advertiser.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTD-D3-iEbpvS1ZKRWlbZV4xSIkLhaU2nv7oYxqebUYVJUTeeWTlscGZ8bjDytb6mc3A3q_gwHZ-q0XrlF3AVejCTCVSaIa8JkMtmnw6sp1QIsm61-DaiWAjUr3QOEnWLJiDvcTEDih2wwGoBHk-5h2DLweZJsDx-qIdZvMKpbYxYxCEN0Gb8NeyQdl-NX/s7144/D_Sturgis_Advertiser_Thu__Jun_26__1890_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1732" data-original-width="7144" height="78" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTD-D3-iEbpvS1ZKRWlbZV4xSIkLhaU2nv7oYxqebUYVJUTeeWTlscGZ8bjDytb6mc3A3q_gwHZ-q0XrlF3AVejCTCVSaIa8JkMtmnw6sp1QIsm61-DaiWAjUr3QOEnWLJiDvcTEDih2wwGoBHk-5h2DLweZJsDx-qIdZvMKpbYxYxCEN0Gb8NeyQdl-NX/s320/D_Sturgis_Advertiser_Thu__Jun_26__1890_.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Sturgis Advertiser, Sturgis, SD, June 26, 1890</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Although still tragic, the <i>Sturgis Advertiser </i>understated the incident. The Windolph family lost both their children in two days. Annie and Josephine Windolph are both buried in South Lead Cemetery in Lead, South Dakota, with their paternal grandparents, Joseph and Adolphine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Following the deaths of her children, Mathilda spend some with her sister on a ranch in the Black Hills. This snippet appeared in the July 1 Daily Deadwood-Pioneer.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1V8DkkG_HC0c84BHftgjvUXe0s6XCcjhLl7mUcac64YNjOk21zIq39dIhYoQHPuT2OHS4Ie4NpSlsZfeJihvGt6skzadelkI5QMTwTuulvTUCSlOdYyFL12vVncLI327Xdgvwo0cGdz4gR7k7gUOuDsZ80PgrXyYeeebf3uUynvItkau0okfgtCuRAQXS/s4849/The_Daily_Deadwood_Pioneer_Times_Tue__Jul_1__1890_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1747" data-original-width="4849" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1V8DkkG_HC0c84BHftgjvUXe0s6XCcjhLl7mUcac64YNjOk21zIq39dIhYoQHPuT2OHS4Ie4NpSlsZfeJihvGt6skzadelkI5QMTwTuulvTUCSlOdYyFL12vVncLI327Xdgvwo0cGdz4gR7k7gUOuDsZ80PgrXyYeeebf3uUynvItkau0okfgtCuRAQXS/s320/The_Daily_Deadwood_Pioneer_Times_Tue__Jul_1__1890_.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Daily Deadwood Pioneer-Times, Deadwood, SD, July 1, 1890</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Charles and Mathilda would go on to have three more children: Marie (1892-1972), Robert (1894-1976), and Irene (1898-1993).</div><div><br /></div><div>* Dittrick Medical History Center <a href="https://artsci.case.edu/dittrick/2014/04/29/deadly-diphtheria-the-childrens-plague/" target="_blank">https://artsci.case.edu/dittrick/2014/04/29/deadly-diphtheria-the-childrens-plague/</a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/windolph-charles.html" target="_blank">CHARLES WINDOLPH PAGE</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-49941168125963045272023-12-21T19:21:00.003-06:002023-12-21T19:21:52.137-06:00Season's Greetings<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhOMS6OTQWpRL66Y1F5XBRMddLl_sv90B2BGgv5fFaMx2ewAubs64MdNss7xUNIt74rexc0LJ7PlUFYD3ZOfeHUoqq5Q-iBklpDRY-3qqqxVd4f4NtSOtu88pAcWSkiMI-3vy8vcpeX5C-Scd4zSqyNIs4NaIfW1_U2GtZUGAFmQBzDaLoCumacLNyqmu/s1200/s-l1600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhOMS6OTQWpRL66Y1F5XBRMddLl_sv90B2BGgv5fFaMx2ewAubs64MdNss7xUNIt74rexc0LJ7PlUFYD3ZOfeHUoqq5Q-iBklpDRY-3qqqxVd4f4NtSOtu88pAcWSkiMI-3vy8vcpeX5C-Scd4zSqyNIs4NaIfW1_U2GtZUGAFmQBzDaLoCumacLNyqmu/s320/s-l1600.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas in a Sibley Tent by Frederic Remington</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm not going to post a usual update this time around. I wanted to extend my greetings to everyone for a joyous and happy holiday season. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or any other winter holiday, I wanted to wish you nothing but happiness during the rest of 2023 and all through 2024.</div><p>Thank you for visiting this site and for all the comments and emails. Believe me, they are very much appreciated.</p><p>It's not too early to think about the Little Bighorn Associates annual conference coming up in August 2024. <a href="https://www.thelbha.com" target="_blank">More information here</a>. </p><p>Take care and I will see you all soon.</p>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-87591250082144725462023-11-11T08:11:00.000-06:002023-11-11T08:11:49.402-06:00Carolina Mollar<p>My previous post was about Peter Eixenberger's wife, Mary. This time I take a look at another trooper spouse, Carolina Mollar. </p><p>Jan Mollar was enlisted on January 15, 1872, in Chicago, Illinois, by Captain Samuel Young. His previous occupation was laborer. He was discharged on January 15, 1877, upon expiration of service, as a corporal of excellent character. He had a sandy complexion, grey eyes, light hair, and was 5’8” tall. He was wounded in the right thigh during the Battle of the Little Big Horn hilltop fight on June 25, 1876. He was later transported to Fort Abraham Lincoln on the steamer <i>Far West</i>. </p><p>There are various spellings for Mollar's last name. On pension records he is listed as Jan Moller and elsewhere as John Muller, James Muller, or James Mullen. He was baptized ‘Jens Mathiasen Móller’ but enlisted under the name of Jan Moller. [Peter Russell email of March 21, 2009]. His gravestone at Mount Moriah lists his last name as 'Mollar', so that is what I'm using here.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>MARRIED.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>MOLLER - ANDERSON - Sunday, October 4, 1891,</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Justice Crawford officiating. John Moller to Carolina Anderson.</i></b></p><p><i>The wedding had a spice of romance in it. In childhood the bride and groom had been playmates in old Denmark. Years ago the groom came to this country, drifting to the Hills, located a ranch west of this city, prospered, and finally wrote for his boyhood’s sweetheart. Saturday she arrived in Deadwood, and Sunday the nuptial knot was tied. The groom is highly spoken of by those here who have known him for years. The bride, about 35 years of age (the groom is about 42) is described as a bright, comely woman, a fit helpmeet for her industrious husband.</i> [Spearfish Weekly Register; October 10, 1891]</p><p>According to her headstone, Carolina was born in Sweden on June 18, 1849. [Researcher Peter Russell provides a birthdate of June 11, 1849] In 1898, the Mollars headed to Denmark, where they lived until 1903. In March 1903, they emigrated to the United States and eventually ended up living with Carolina's son, William, in Deadwood at 63 Stewart Street.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRMXCX7hTlY6719YD8Plur4EAkiyd3V9S8QcKbUMRFfT3uxjFQ_YWOqiOzqox79RXj9MrZk1GRYIhRwToQSRjICdJUTlY5ilqELy-_f7LjLKC9J9Kh-Zm0gK7Mo8s9enNb3YeMH8kkH_pd2wC8uoehgbscY0nhxQCeSJjQWRV4MQTYDS-3sedmkwmMMfo0/s2990/Mollar%20(11).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1661" data-original-width="2990" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRMXCX7hTlY6719YD8Plur4EAkiyd3V9S8QcKbUMRFfT3uxjFQ_YWOqiOzqox79RXj9MrZk1GRYIhRwToQSRjICdJUTlY5ilqELy-_f7LjLKC9J9Kh-Zm0gK7Mo8s9enNb3YeMH8kkH_pd2wC8uoehgbscY0nhxQCeSJjQWRV4MQTYDS-3sedmkwmMMfo0/s320/Mollar%20(11).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Former Mollar home, 63 Stewart Street, Deadwood, South Dakota.</td></tr></tbody></table><p>Carolina Mollar died in her son's home on Wednesday, January 11, 1928.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMcAKcUfijca7z-JJu5HJKy7g1Lzf13oT-sJNCf-tD5xUaXLnDpgFDc89XhDSnlqiswJkzviUXWEJc3e2K2mu5mliv6fHLBsrXlUI8q1nAqGN-sZRZvlqy-n5mwQBIgBpg0rMtZyDv6J2AhX49lGv_BTJcJtm8uOM4lCpxjtY21-sSWm-TBiGXzjwL1Wo/s5560/mollar_carolina%20obit_ddpt19280112.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5560" data-original-width="2877" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMcAKcUfijca7z-JJu5HJKy7g1Lzf13oT-sJNCf-tD5xUaXLnDpgFDc89XhDSnlqiswJkzviUXWEJc3e2K2mu5mliv6fHLBsrXlUI8q1nAqGN-sZRZvlqy-n5mwQBIgBpg0rMtZyDv6J2AhX49lGv_BTJcJtm8uOM4lCpxjtY21-sSWm-TBiGXzjwL1Wo/s320/mollar_carolina%20obit_ddpt19280112.jpg" width="166" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daily Deadwood Pioneer-Times; January 12, 1928</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Carolina's funeral was held in Deadwood, South Dakota, on Saturday, January 14. She was buried in Mount Moriah Cemetery, Section 2 Plot 200. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqLEyIFbf2gHCCMwVypa_8fMszJ4QdM0oXd_bJpHtGPIbWjeGUVt7-Esi8oZYLZujoOrO08fHTCalJSY3ymSCxhYlKRyuZYVQsOFPygVgSHlskCzWq3c_XSw30E68LeASE5CDC1hYoAlitR0OgZHTQovUqfbWi18C8o3XiBUJ0M8SFCZG7RQHubU3tnqU/s4101/mollar_carolina%20funeral_ldc19280113.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2589" data-original-width="4101" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqLEyIFbf2gHCCMwVypa_8fMszJ4QdM0oXd_bJpHtGPIbWjeGUVt7-Esi8oZYLZujoOrO08fHTCalJSY3ymSCxhYlKRyuZYVQsOFPygVgSHlskCzWq3c_XSw30E68LeASE5CDC1hYoAlitR0OgZHTQovUqfbWi18C8o3XiBUJ0M8SFCZG7RQHubU3tnqU/s320/mollar_carolina%20funeral_ldc19280113.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lead Daily Call; January 13, 1928<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Jan Mollar died six weeks later and is buried next to his wife.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7pHwZwAWukoDhGvXLEl9QeiDjMXQ730wSx-Deyn0fuQfW03MGMMoAy_NdutttizHiHIg6MiAdQOcqyb66sps3Wqu4UDQ0z-s2Fy2v1MVMbe3p6bHdkmKvaP1vhYi-aSVc0tD6fD-wq8WhwniWjSStNMVMS4zM6xzP5YJrG4Kd-yJ8AtCvE42tFxbZCFV/s3264/Cemetery_Mount_Moriah.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7pHwZwAWukoDhGvXLEl9QeiDjMXQ730wSx-Deyn0fuQfW03MGMMoAy_NdutttizHiHIg6MiAdQOcqyb66sps3Wqu4UDQ0z-s2Fy2v1MVMbe3p6bHdkmKvaP1vhYi-aSVc0tD6fD-wq8WhwniWjSStNMVMS4zM6xzP5YJrG4Kd-yJ8AtCvE42tFxbZCFV/s320/Cemetery_Mount_Moriah.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Entrance to Mount Moriah Cemetery, Deadwood, South Dakota</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2p0zzWerUgoxnj4ams0yK5tSaFv4YQ-Myhp94SB19YNAuFMgu9bO20pTJGv31Goj4MieEBy33xzGInnyNW9tS4gJfCF0Um-CoCn4pdj5sgrXr-t5zGEln1ned5QoQzqJU8I_NAf066-oLjsLjTOzaK84rP0-9Ft7j6YszWgvyxbhbwLvjCdx3Rb0KHsTT/s2016/Mollar%20(9).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2p0zzWerUgoxnj4ams0yK5tSaFv4YQ-Myhp94SB19YNAuFMgu9bO20pTJGv31Goj4MieEBy33xzGInnyNW9tS4gJfCF0Um-CoCn4pdj5sgrXr-t5zGEln1ned5QoQzqJU8I_NAf066-oLjsLjTOzaK84rP0-9Ft7j6YszWgvyxbhbwLvjCdx3Rb0KHsTT/s320/Mollar%20(9).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan and Carolina Mollar, Mount Moriah Cemetery, Deadwood, South Dakota</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnzSSIopE64WcXSZvYRNdIfUJT6xFFWm6FtzP-MGJ-NMBpQHfriUxoTc2UhPI55X6ya94c914sytxNjMMlxxlu-Uoe-F_hbKDg43L3nIs2w4mplU90KwMDfCFHZ2B1R8g7ideeyCmaOOAyNl6r5gKNfctoYIVsVO6q9JqfRUYzeUqoHI7jTbmOd2RhtfUB/s2016/Mollar%20(3).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnzSSIopE64WcXSZvYRNdIfUJT6xFFWm6FtzP-MGJ-NMBpQHfriUxoTc2UhPI55X6ya94c914sytxNjMMlxxlu-Uoe-F_hbKDg43L3nIs2w4mplU90KwMDfCFHZ2B1R8g7ideeyCmaOOAyNl6r5gKNfctoYIVsVO6q9JqfRUYzeUqoHI7jTbmOd2RhtfUB/s320/Mollar%20(3).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan and Carolina Mollar, Mount Moriah Cemetery, Deadwood, South Dakota</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>It is very easy to visit the graves of Jan and Carolina. When you enter the front gates at Mount Moriah, follow the walking path and you will see a set of elevated graves to your right. The Mollar headstone is among these and can be easily seen from the walking path. For technology lovers, the GPS coordinates of the grave are 44.375392 -103.724389. </div><div><br /></div><div>Much of the biographical information for Carolina is from the article, <i>The Third Dane Who Survived the Little Big Horn Fight </i>by researcher Peter Russell that appeared in the Frontier Army of Dakota Post-Dispatch in the Spring 2019 issue.</div><div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/mollar-jan.html" target="_blank">JAN MOLLAR PAGE</a></p><p><br /></p></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-67453950516270201302023-09-30T11:24:00.001-05:002023-09-30T11:24:38.543-05:00Mary Eixenberger<p>Peter Eixenberger <span style="text-align: justify;">enlisted on November 15, 1875, in New York City. He listed his previous occupation as musician. He was discharged on November 14, 1880, at Fort Meade, Dakota, upon expiration of service, as a private of excellent character. He then re-enlisted for another five year term. </span></p><p><span style="text-align: justify;">He was not present at the Battle of the Little Bighorn. He was on detached service with the rest of the 7th Cavalry band at Yellowstone Depot, Montana Territory. </span></p><p><span style="text-align: justify;">In November, 1885, he was united in marriage to Miss Mary Achenbach. To this union eight children were born: Frank of Sykes, Mont; Mrs. John Kellar of Sioux Falls, S.D.; Peter, Jr., Gladys, Arthur, Clarence, Carl, and Joseph of Sturgis. All were present at the funeral but Mrs. John Kellar, who will arrive here tomorrow. [</span><i style="text-align: justify;">Eixenberger's obituary; Sturgis Weekly Record; September 14, 1917</i><span style="text-align: justify;">]</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7uNYLkWp2WwksdKRJy9j26vsZcKtYAGApmgJe6Y-shL3FAHPWs52iMwNNRYgOzM72YG6cTn5tOfKnFtDsCZaOytMDvy0DOclOWM5jQqPza5ye222tLtu0VUZl0vh8VSLmfKsHL2RaO5tit-wE77Kl5wRjl6hEusF2XfRtqfqwqxjzEBK7V6G4yfIGv7Z/s863/Eixenberger%20(13).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="530" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7uNYLkWp2WwksdKRJy9j26vsZcKtYAGApmgJe6Y-shL3FAHPWs52iMwNNRYgOzM72YG6cTn5tOfKnFtDsCZaOytMDvy0DOclOWM5jQqPza5ye222tLtu0VUZl0vh8VSLmfKsHL2RaO5tit-wE77Kl5wRjl6hEusF2XfRtqfqwqxjzEBK7V6G4yfIGv7Z/s320/Eixenberger%20(13).jpg" width="197" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peter and Mary Eixenberger<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Peter Eixenberger died on September 12, 1917, in Sykes, Montana. He was buried in the St. Aloysius Cemetery in Sturgis, South Dakota. <div><br /></div><div>Just over a year after her husband's death, Mary was faced with more sorrow. Two of her children, Peter, Jr., and Gladys, both died during the Spanish Influenza outbreak. A while back, the death of Eixenberger's children was a topic on this same blog. You can find that previous post by <a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/2018/08/peter-eixenberger-double-bereavement.html" target="_blank">clicking here</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>The following appeared in the November 16, 1918 edition of the Custer Weekly Chronicle, Custer, South Dakota, also reporting the deaths of Peter Jr. and Gladys.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnxpxSADiWave3g9Cck0lLk-bd6tC7-O5ftyER_ENqkyRdpgfusBLPeoZA4AVomGe1mPPwbBzPot-AnRiqp65BKYrtakwsklwwJpszR7Mkb4CgCjnUI2YTVgFacVfBEu4ys3aHXpCRB-4fonW_l1Utsyg869lQ70FEpJ7tO15bMshLb0GvsLrmvV5Qeb6/s1476/Eixenberger_Children_Custer%20Weekly%20Chronicle_19181116.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1476" data-original-width="825" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnxpxSADiWave3g9Cck0lLk-bd6tC7-O5ftyER_ENqkyRdpgfusBLPeoZA4AVomGe1mPPwbBzPot-AnRiqp65BKYrtakwsklwwJpszR7Mkb4CgCjnUI2YTVgFacVfBEu4ys3aHXpCRB-4fonW_l1Utsyg869lQ70FEpJ7tO15bMshLb0GvsLrmvV5Qeb6/s320/Eixenberger_Children_Custer%20Weekly%20Chronicle_19181116.jpeg" width="179" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Custer Weekly Chronicle; November 16, 1918</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Mary went on living in the Black Hills. In 1939, her family threw her a surprise 72nd birthday party. The party received mention in the April 28, 1939 edition of the Lead Daily Call.<div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvA-bn4XX2ZcU4MLaMuzB5avxujrz9UJZ0b_oO9wwlW4-ij8-AazS6Uww0Bfx2KijNr7gA_hD8Rzt-IvN3owjqxsnbDwk0UC6UiStnVQWRCwEqAqvrLBdqLGrBKXXHoK57aPnlosONLr3134STq7_Th8xebwGOSN-6_5OUAa0_1NqlOKJhHUdKKI9EGKmH/s603/eixenberger_mary%20birthday%20party_leaddailycall19390428.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="603" data-original-width="504" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvA-bn4XX2ZcU4MLaMuzB5avxujrz9UJZ0b_oO9wwlW4-ij8-AazS6Uww0Bfx2KijNr7gA_hD8Rzt-IvN3owjqxsnbDwk0UC6UiStnVQWRCwEqAqvrLBdqLGrBKXXHoK57aPnlosONLr3134STq7_Th8xebwGOSN-6_5OUAa0_1NqlOKJhHUdKKI9EGKmH/s320/eixenberger_mary%20birthday%20party_leaddailycall19390428.jpg" width="267" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lead Daily Call; April 28, 1939</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The following year, in December, Mary passed away. She was buried alongside her husband, who had died 23 years previous, in St. Aloysius Cemetery in Sturgis, South Dakota.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwAQRy2L2F9RhFdXPoAk4mg8uAfwsUI9qmOzFxyfrnLDcrAjL-3cP5pxc7BWQiKKgyCZgshpqD6e0DeB-Byg9iCeu47Vv1iXli7xXxcS7X-a6gmLhJiLvSJla6hETqVN1DO35kCgF56NBkkOjLad_MbqO9H9ATR9juMOVU345oy53XV-KNYtuMRctcyLk/s6205/Lead_Daily_Call_Wed__Dec_11__1940_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6205" data-original-width="1756" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwAQRy2L2F9RhFdXPoAk4mg8uAfwsUI9qmOzFxyfrnLDcrAjL-3cP5pxc7BWQiKKgyCZgshpqD6e0DeB-Byg9iCeu47Vv1iXli7xXxcS7X-a6gmLhJiLvSJla6hETqVN1DO35kCgF56NBkkOjLad_MbqO9H9ATR9juMOVU345oy53XV-KNYtuMRctcyLk/s320/Lead_Daily_Call_Wed__Dec_11__1940_.jpg" width="91" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lead Daily Call; December 8, 1940<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/eixenberger-peter.html" target="_blank">PETER EIXENBERGER PAGE</a></div><div><br /></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-3218368746043863092023-08-18T18:20:00.001-05:002023-08-18T18:21:09.560-05:00General Custer's Body Recovered<p>Subscribing to <a href="https://www.newspapers.com" target="_blank">newspapers.com</a> is one of the smartest things I've ever done. I originally signed up for the trial period to check some things out. But I find myself returning to those "musty, old newspapers" on a regular basis. The cost is roughly the same as a streaming video service and you don't feel guilty if you spend an entire evening hunting around.</p><p>The following was stumbled upon while looking up a totally different subject. When that happens, and it happens a lot, I drop it into a file folder. When I'm struggling for something to post in an update, like now, I'll go looking through that folder and I always find something interesting.</p><p>This little tidbit is from the BLACK HILLS CHAMPION newspaper out of Deadwood, South Dakota. This is from the July 16, 1877 edition.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtihE2JuGWqleFBQbONb9qLXMP5zNlUE7HVXFgSIP6qiokhc7dyUBbwkTxVzcxKbKGg05Dqf_y-xRj06VtUspXh-F9kYuSx8Cahn73FD-qbyt7qhP_0uccLQqICLTPEy0B3V5Y5w5EKYr6C7ZXxpT7Tf0ptxNjb_MJQnLzJUA8RETFUYuNO2CVqifDJk2/s9036/custers%20body%20recovered_blackhillschampion18770716.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="9036" data-original-width="7554" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtihE2JuGWqleFBQbONb9qLXMP5zNlUE7HVXFgSIP6qiokhc7dyUBbwkTxVzcxKbKGg05Dqf_y-xRj06VtUspXh-F9kYuSx8Cahn73FD-qbyt7qhP_0uccLQqICLTPEy0B3V5Y5w5EKYr6C7ZXxpT7Tf0ptxNjb_MJQnLzJUA8RETFUYuNO2CVqifDJk2/s320/custers%20body%20recovered_blackhillschampion18770716.jpg" width="268" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Black Hills Champion, Deadwood, South Dakota, July 16, 1877<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-13997057946085226952023-07-08T17:51:00.001-05:002023-07-08T17:51:19.266-05:00Tragedy of Abram Brant<p>Abram Brant was awarded a Medal of Honor for his actions in bringing water to the wounded under a most galling fire. He was to be given the medal in a ceremony on October 5, 1878. Instead, he was killed the night before from an accidental gunshot wound to the abdomen. The soldiers were encamped near Camp Ruhlen, Dakota, when Brant was shot while handing his revolver to the First Sergeant. His actual gravesite is unknown at this time.</p><p>Brant enlisted on September 27, 1875, in St Louis. He listed his previous occupation as civil engineer. He had hazel eyes, light hair, a fair complexion, and was 5’ 5 7/8” tall. He is listed elsewhere as Abraham B. Brant. </p><p>The whereabouts of Brant's Medal of Honor are unknown. It is supposed that he was buried with it.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikiNwJQuHfq1znrVmUEKMZbYi6BqgUEpVFm3AzMB8lwSoWb__UkH79Kfp_NMDtwP-033mQwlb4eb6swQpSCMIXsdL3iWxf70lwz0JWkHokbocup7rYQ5AroXHCu6E_tT9m_Gpndy2CIqqg0lzaTL_ltY_m8aW4RLSun5B1eQ5KHVOmk-YH8GWj_Gx8j_VN/s4032/IMG_7658.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikiNwJQuHfq1znrVmUEKMZbYi6BqgUEpVFm3AzMB8lwSoWb__UkH79Kfp_NMDtwP-033mQwlb4eb6swQpSCMIXsdL3iWxf70lwz0JWkHokbocup7rYQ5AroXHCu6E_tT9m_Gpndy2CIqqg0lzaTL_ltY_m8aW4RLSun5B1eQ5KHVOmk-YH8GWj_Gx8j_VN/s320/IMG_7658.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Memorial marker for Brant at the Fort Meade Post Cemetery. The <br />location of his actual grave is unknown. <br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndv7xk_tVYx1jVmaDAP3Gl_i0C2FdbPdxpB6m0nFX7TK3rwchw2qfs8IhbK4l7tZXlfk8JC2Ap5LBiruGsqNlsMNn7Nj-YwPE2SM1O2uNy-8D90cDph-9-aZXsbYjp_khWXs__JeimFTGF2GNM95X5kb5tNWCKNPV8aA2hEbCkpGqtNtNqJVOgMBPSM6N/s6910/The_Daily_Deadwood_Pioneer_Times_Sat__Oct_5__1878_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6910" data-original-width="3062" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndv7xk_tVYx1jVmaDAP3Gl_i0C2FdbPdxpB6m0nFX7TK3rwchw2qfs8IhbK4l7tZXlfk8JC2Ap5LBiruGsqNlsMNn7Nj-YwPE2SM1O2uNy-8D90cDph-9-aZXsbYjp_khWXs__JeimFTGF2GNM95X5kb5tNWCKNPV8aA2hEbCkpGqtNtNqJVOgMBPSM6N/s320/The_Daily_Deadwood_Pioneer_Times_Sat__Oct_5__1878_.jpg" width="142" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Article about the Brant accidental shooting.<br />Black Hills Daily Pioneer, October 5, 1878.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/abram-brant_9.html" target="_blank">ABRAM BRANT PAGE</a></p><p><br /></p>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-86061169933946711332023-05-27T11:17:00.001-05:002023-05-27T11:17:11.315-05:00Camp J.G. Sturgis Historical Marker Dedication<p> In July 1955, a group of descendants of 7th Cavalry troopers, along with some others, met at the site of the former Camp J.G. Sturgis, to dedicate a historical marker along the new Highway 79. The relocation of the highway made accessibility to the site easier than it had been previously.</p><p>Camp J.G. Sturgis was established July 1, 1878, in the shadow of Bear Butte. It was named for Lieutenant Jack Sturgis, who was killed at the Battle of the Little Big Horn in June 1876. His body was never identified.</p><p>A marker was erected in 1955 to commemorate the site. Descendants of Little Big Horn veterans gathered at the site of the marker on July 28, 1955.</p><p>Three daughters of trooper John Hammon were in attendance, as well as the son of trooper Benjamin Wells. </p><p>Both Hammon and Wells were members of Company G and were assigned to Major Reno. Hammon survived the battle and went on to become a well-known and respected resident of Sturgis. He died in 1909 and is buried in Bear Butte Cemetery. Benjamin Wells was killed in the valley fight at the Little Big Horn. It is presumed that his remains are buried in the mass grave atop Last Stand Hill at the battlefield.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDb39Ub7Q-hs5fVcfaMObppFgHZ7U8Yf7FTGypdqm2lc-dbeiqR7RVHCVfFzXqkVJjju-34w5CvnFr_y-H1oimyKB-raLkpbIdouKT_LM7OKN4raQYlGGuDkCS9Oxnt2uI_dD5zfRNrADVW6eXHiathFa7LeJlmqJk0BxfxY1eRpMwxVSNTIF0CN-7iw/s2082/Rapid_City_Journal_Fri__Jul_29__1955_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2082" data-original-width="1907" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDb39Ub7Q-hs5fVcfaMObppFgHZ7U8Yf7FTGypdqm2lc-dbeiqR7RVHCVfFzXqkVJjju-34w5CvnFr_y-H1oimyKB-raLkpbIdouKT_LM7OKN4raQYlGGuDkCS9Oxnt2uI_dD5zfRNrADVW6eXHiathFa7LeJlmqJk0BxfxY1eRpMwxVSNTIF0CN-7iw/s320/Rapid_City_Journal_Fri__Jul_29__1955_.jpg" width="293" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rapid City Journal, Friday, July 29, 1955</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYg7fq7K3SkhAkNNVSVJaDCOhgfcG6uTFI5f0o7sK1vmnAhwTN9YiQMQtQ76AabB3yrFN1C7WiAVtSU7VAMDTfoU9tFdezV96j-5QecSn8Lle-2kFFywdSmHdXAnMtKPv19Aq3bDuIROiEc9xTesWgZqkvWw48pO1rhG5TE9hp0c3Pyzlj1kNmHVzRg/s3264/Camp_JG_Sturgis%20(4)%202.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYg7fq7K3SkhAkNNVSVJaDCOhgfcG6uTFI5f0o7sK1vmnAhwTN9YiQMQtQ76AabB3yrFN1C7WiAVtSU7VAMDTfoU9tFdezV96j-5QecSn8Lle-2kFFywdSmHdXAnMtKPv19Aq3bDuIROiEc9xTesWgZqkvWw48pO1rhG5TE9hp0c3Pyzlj1kNmHVzRg/s320/Camp_JG_Sturgis%20(4)%202.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The site as it looks today.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCB2H7L8lmhPjGnRoyA2aq8vfeAR1rZRHWf0DydFILF-wBZ-AXo6NmmriGp7xURYJQAxntekTo9qbMtdpMqtFtwZo9lRu_i-nQlj54HCb5BYySsAeNxbZEzuG4YGRkDxrzNneI6h2JzWhQe0hCOma0cQ9GSW01I0rl3CKHoElmSJ2x8b18sBIlDHMDMQ/s3072/Camp_JG_Sturgis%20(1).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3072" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCB2H7L8lmhPjGnRoyA2aq8vfeAR1rZRHWf0DydFILF-wBZ-AXo6NmmriGp7xURYJQAxntekTo9qbMtdpMqtFtwZo9lRu_i-nQlj54HCb5BYySsAeNxbZEzuG4YGRkDxrzNneI6h2JzWhQe0hCOma0cQ9GSW01I0rl3CKHoElmSJ2x8b18sBIlDHMDMQ/s320/Camp_JG_Sturgis%20(1).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The text on the historical marker for Camp J.G. Sturgis.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>The marker for Camp J.G. Sturgis is located at 44° 29.319′ N, 103° 26.844′ W. It is on the east side of Highway 79, just north of Sturgis, South Dakota.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-55186861846114640462023-04-15T08:10:00.000-05:002023-04-15T08:10:27.014-05:00Exploring with Custer<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHX30IvcVP2wWrnIKZ_SZpjFUD49vGzVHiCO_cgJKNvXqIAvTHCumoNPItKhO5NocjWS-ylJmJ-xr6wiMlY6ocdEevmzcNCx3PHZrK0NCT8Lwq2-NOUVaaGO3FSS5YnLHtQkqZtNw1HAUNfc-odIrWSVX171-nI4FN4_RbgsHIXcA7W0LCUU1BE40-Q/s1250/blacks%20hills%20ad%20with%20custer_1952.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1250" data-original-width="1250" height="415" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHX30IvcVP2wWrnIKZ_SZpjFUD49vGzVHiCO_cgJKNvXqIAvTHCumoNPItKhO5NocjWS-ylJmJ-xr6wiMlY6ocdEevmzcNCx3PHZrK0NCT8Lwq2-NOUVaaGO3FSS5YnLHtQkqZtNw1HAUNfc-odIrWSVX171-nI4FN4_RbgsHIXcA7W0LCUU1BE40-Q/w415-h415/blacks%20hills%20ad%20with%20custer_1952.JPG" width="415" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Promo ad for the Black Hills featuring Custer<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>I want to bring your attention to something special. Paul Horsted and Ernest Graffe have just announced a new edition to their wildly popular book, EXPLORING WITH CUSTER. </p><p>In 1874, Custer led the U.S. 7th Cavalry on an expedition into the Black Hills of present day South Dakota. The existence of gold in the region was verified and the race was on. Since that time Custer's name and presence is all over the Black Hills. There's Custer county, the city of Custer, and of course, the crown jewel of the State park system - Custer State Park.</p><p>EXPLORING WITH CUSTER examines the expedition in detail. Newspapermen were along for the trip and their reports are contained within the text along with journal and diary entries from the participants. Lots of maps and charts allow you to travel along from the comfort of your easy chair. There are also GPS coordinates for trail spots that are located on public lands so you can go see for yourself what the 7th Cavalry saw. </p><p>The real highlight of the book are the photos. In 1874, Custer brought along a photographer to document the trip and he took the first images of the Black Hills. The photographer, W.H. Illingworth, was able to capture some spectacular images of the scenery in the area. Those photos are laid out side-by-side with modern day depictions of the sites. In some cases, a lot of change is seen. In others, it is shocking how much has stayed the same over the last almost 150 years. </p><p>Author Paul Horsted says this about the new edition: <i>"This new, larger edition has been completely revised. We added 36 pages of photos, discoveries, Expedition landmarks, and new sources. Every photo site is updated, and historic photos have amazing clarity thanks to new scans of the original glass negatives. More than 260 photos and 135 maps are now included in the 336-page book."</i></p><p>You will not be disappointed with this book. I have literally spent hours staring at the eye-popping photos and scouring the maps. Order directly from Paul and you can get a signed copy of your very own. Be sure to order the new REVISED 4TH EDITION by clicking the link below.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.paulhorsted.com" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="150" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8NL4qY5_E3lAmuDOR8HKXxLPOXp5oQZyIc-oeTwnWZ-ZQAF0HkGnF6zc3cCkdrkEvQr3kHCsksEgNybzvSD2n_ZKDnfvq7xH3hMdsAfPVqWQQornvmFF2o5lbR-Gqb04JTfw_fhRteQjkcJYaNDx74mxhK8hyvo1HdJXWSGC8QMxQFPAa-a51Rq8_A/s1600/download%20(5).jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.paulhorsted.com" target="_blank">PaulHorsted.com</a></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ckbC0xMx4_s5n05STfHEy5tezN6xStTY/view?usp=sharing" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="577" data-original-width="1600" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0cmfM8CZtv47ZX5HV3xQf4mOVfbnj0WBSbaC3E3E43_yR5XuIYgNz9oOGksQZ5kIU23cn3a4CmBw9lS-LAwXvfzqz-w5vjj3ncXzFBkN1IAs26_Wlfm_K26DceVMaet4QCHVbk5oT5DNDR1F3f0e9FOv0Iuy_fJ9PFzkDesEccC5fvQlcZrjIl_Sklw/s320/pasted%20image%200.png" width="320" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ckbC0xMx4_s5n05STfHEy5tezN6xStTY/view?usp=sharing" target="_blank">Click here to read the newspaper announcement<br />that set off the Black Hills gold rush.</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ckbC0xMx4_s5n05STfHEy5tezN6xStTY/view?usp=sharing" target="_blank"><span></span></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-49040774546186214112023-03-04T08:11:00.001-06:002023-03-04T08:11:43.648-06:00Mollar and Mount Moriah Cemetery in Deadwood<p>When most people think of Deadwood, South Dakota, they conjure up thoughts of the old west, gold prospectors, outlaws, and gunfights. It's known as being the place where Wild Bill met his ultimate fate, holding the Deadman's Hand of aces and eights. History is all over the streets and surrounding hillsides. Mount Moriah Cemetery sits on one of these hills above the city.</p><p>Mount Moriah is both a cemetery and a history lesson. Deadwood's "Big Four" are all buried here: Wild Bill Hickok, Calamity Jane, Preacher Smith, and Potato Creek Johnny. If you spend any time in Deadwood you will run across references to these four famous Mount Moriah residents. </p><p>But there's another resident of Mount Moriah who has close ties with history. Jan Mollar enlisted in the 7th U.S. Cavalry on January 15, 1872, in Chicago, Illinois. He listed his previous occupation as laborer. He was discharged on January 15, 1877, upon expiration of service, as a corporal of excellent character. On pension records he is listed as Jan Moller and elsewhere as John Muller, James Muller, or James Mullen. His gravestone at Mount Moriah lists his name as Jan Mollar. </p><p>While living in Deadwood in 1927, he resided at 63 Stewart Street (People live there today so if you visit, please respect their privacy). He was wounded in the right thigh during the siege on the hilltop on June 25, 1876. He was later transported to Fort Abraham Lincoln on the steamer Far West. He died on February 23, 1928, and was buried at Mount Moriah in Deadwood, South Dakota.</p><p>When you walk through the front gate at Mount Moriah, look up to your right and you will see Mollar's grave. Most visitors, and indeed even the Mount Moriah employees, know nothing of Jan Mollar and his link to one of the most famous battles in American history.</p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaI8u8J9PM2Z7UltADb9nIJv99Xd2l2u85YgCeMClpMDH6cxAcyQYwiE3iUkGPrMKqdit4tsIZbGIRFaMVdBnZgPxAVKKxEn2WjOozhKIAqD7W8eIODCakb-FwKZe_hbkRhP4yMD5WhXWuSWCS3YYeDsEmEYw39z-o4n2HQwLdS9xspNXCFYRv_HxNg/s3264/Cemetery_Mount_Moriah.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaI8u8J9PM2Z7UltADb9nIJv99Xd2l2u85YgCeMClpMDH6cxAcyQYwiE3iUkGPrMKqdit4tsIZbGIRFaMVdBnZgPxAVKKxEn2WjOozhKIAqD7W8eIODCakb-FwKZe_hbkRhP4yMD5WhXWuSWCS3YYeDsEmEYw39z-o4n2HQwLdS9xspNXCFYRv_HxNg/s320/Cemetery_Mount_Moriah.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Front gates at Mount Moriah. Mollar's grave is up on right.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooD7YiazQbzMaeCD80qbTrWXdij0OrYwcQ2dW_8DhQr7PaIcpbz810oDv7a0ikYND6Zn7o4gLV2pLPHI7KXxymSXJBsyYQbAuxFMrCtqjt3Pbt5iiv2h9VsEQIbApNlEzJp8xMm6hijuOhqBfa2lpkWIBjzD1mvWe8kNG7DDJMizx7g_umM5w_ZK6FQ/s2016/Mollar%20(1).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooD7YiazQbzMaeCD80qbTrWXdij0OrYwcQ2dW_8DhQr7PaIcpbz810oDv7a0ikYND6Zn7o4gLV2pLPHI7KXxymSXJBsyYQbAuxFMrCtqjt3Pbt5iiv2h9VsEQIbApNlEzJp8xMm6hijuOhqBfa2lpkWIBjzD1mvWe8kNG7DDJMizx7g_umM5w_ZK6FQ/s320/Mollar%20(1).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mollar grave.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRH0XV8dnflqfjBPgwhz8JPmEkiHHrTs0Sm_3D7pJYonyIukVGGfvgczs-mPzcdunZtEgFwNtIQBWYTdMOIug-CTbsueYwMbIE-2ZiPFvylpYw3akZMr49OaDM710GR_a5IF_XTtIY1812u1CnmNmc5j37xAXxOVgGYRXhvsCmTDCwuB0vYX6Dy4FO3A/s2016/Mollar%20(3).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRH0XV8dnflqfjBPgwhz8JPmEkiHHrTs0Sm_3D7pJYonyIukVGGfvgczs-mPzcdunZtEgFwNtIQBWYTdMOIug-CTbsueYwMbIE-2ZiPFvylpYw3akZMr49OaDM710GR_a5IF_XTtIY1812u1CnmNmc5j37xAXxOVgGYRXhvsCmTDCwuB0vYX6Dy4FO3A/s320/Mollar%20(3).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mollar grave.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUs2GGprN1SzGcuGbIKycxcE_LQbHkT-AiGT0xTTcF-AMWtpJEP1aSzPUO12-5weCP-HazBECOtvLnk3iSFNQv1vn1oP9ak_qQZMkS8fjTZLGauPygx5dTi1q_B5_qhM7QXMczxcnli3ru3Vyzhle9-z28_XQAMYcEH8fNUs8hkt6z09BrbXVWzNhDEg/s2913/Mollar%20(10).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1586" data-original-width="2913" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUs2GGprN1SzGcuGbIKycxcE_LQbHkT-AiGT0xTTcF-AMWtpJEP1aSzPUO12-5weCP-HazBECOtvLnk3iSFNQv1vn1oP9ak_qQZMkS8fjTZLGauPygx5dTi1q_B5_qhM7QXMczxcnli3ru3Vyzhle9-z28_XQAMYcEH8fNUs8hkt6z09BrbXVWzNhDEg/s320/Mollar%20(10).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Former Mollar residence at 63 Stewart Street, Deadwood, SD. <br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/mollar-jan.html" target="_blank">JAN MOLLAR PAGE</a></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-42450851434058227502023-01-21T06:41:00.000-06:002023-01-21T06:41:26.749-06:00Weihe/White Testimonial<p>Henry Charles Weihe, aka Charles White, was a sergeant serving in Company M, 7th U.S. Cavalry, under Captain Thomas French. He was born in September 1847 in Germany. </p><p>During the Battle of the Little Bighorn, he was wounded in the right arm. His horse was killed when the retreat from the valley fight began. He was part of a small group of troopers who were left in the timber after the valley fight who had hooked up with civilian scout George Herendeen. They all later rejoined Reno and the rest of the troops on the hilltop. </p><p>Interview with George Herendeen – <i>"Once in a while, while in the timber, I would go to the edge and look, and finally seeing only a few Indians, I told the men we would go out and that we must walk and not run and go across the open flat. There was a wounded corporal or sergeant. On the way out of the timber only one shot was exchanged with these Indians. I told the men not to shoot unless necessary, that I did not want to stir up a general engagement with them – not to run but to go in skirmish order. Take it cool and we would get out. I told them that I had been in such scrapes before and know we could get out if we kept our cool. I told them that I could get out alone and if they would do what I told them, I could get them out also. The wounded sergeant then spoke up and said: “They will do what you want for I will compel them to obey. I will shoot the first man who starts to run or to disobey orders.” This wounded sergeant helped me out in good shape. We got to the river. The water was rather deep where we forded. The sergeant and I remained on the west bank while the balance forded. We told them that when they got over to protect us while we forded, and they did so."</i></p><p>Sergeant White was transported to Fort Lincoln aboard the steamer Far West. </p><p>Daniel Newell stated, <i>“Sergeant White, though badly wounded in the elbow, stayed on his feet and did everything he could to relieve the sufferers. He had a glassful of jelly in his bags and each wounded man got a small spoonful of that.”</i></p><p>The following was published in the Lead Daily Call newspaper on May 29, 1904:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm7j44hFCVhDhQy0OpAaXBHmL-Xt5hc_aCg5H6-7MmqKcNHvqXlApgve1A_50llKdTlJUVrYQt2A0KKIPO-7FqKd_oF8QEpcZ3osWoiVX3NqWMr3yfe5G11My27mGpSd4Lh4T-rLskn8NN23Ee2DOvOQRcVH71HwQwO60x7coSyr9hayslMJuNjq0QAg/s1172/weihe_quaker.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1172" data-original-width="582" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm7j44hFCVhDhQy0OpAaXBHmL-Xt5hc_aCg5H6-7MmqKcNHvqXlApgve1A_50llKdTlJUVrYQt2A0KKIPO-7FqKd_oF8QEpcZ3osWoiVX3NqWMr3yfe5G11My27mGpSd4Lh4T-rLskn8NN23Ee2DOvOQRcVH71HwQwO60x7coSyr9hayslMJuNjq0QAg/w252-h508/weihe_quaker.png" width="252" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's an ad from the same issue for the Quaker Doctors Weihe is referring to:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyw1i_ZSIE8LHDlkPCXX-JUtit5cjZSzXZfhHV9kPjbNnbwnlOMlv8fRKUinJMBWy2MsVgM_Ymyudyv4vqwI-2JOFUJuwxk8NRBd0Mt_4sKQ8LbBtgRPCKpbs2IrCsF7Nv9ptGHQT9h8z9hCSnMgaiDC-Qtn1VMVOcAxdBfygsJPsOPAammAH3pYtA4Q/s6252/Lead_Daily_Call_Sun__May_29__1904_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6252" data-original-width="2767" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyw1i_ZSIE8LHDlkPCXX-JUtit5cjZSzXZfhHV9kPjbNnbwnlOMlv8fRKUinJMBWy2MsVgM_Ymyudyv4vqwI-2JOFUJuwxk8NRBd0Mt_4sKQ8LbBtgRPCKpbs2IrCsF7Nv9ptGHQT9h8z9hCSnMgaiDC-Qtn1VMVOcAxdBfygsJPsOPAammAH3pYtA4Q/w182-h410/Lead_Daily_Call_Sun__May_29__1904_.jpg" width="182" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Henry Charles Weihe died on October 29, 1906. He is buried at the Fort Meade Post Cemetery outside Sturgis, South Dakota.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/weihe-henry-charles.html" target="_blank">HENRY CHARLES WEIHE PAGE</a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-18144012747497192552022-12-10T08:21:00.003-06:002022-12-10T08:22:23.715-06:00Farewell Fred<p>I lost a close friend over Thanksgiving weekend. Frederic C. Wagner III passed away on Sunday, November 27, 2022, at 10:19pm EST. </p><p>Of course his friends never called him Frederic. He was just plain old Fred. He was one of the smartest guys I ever met. He had an uncanny ability to uncover, catalog, and interpret vast amounts of data, He was also one of the kindest and open people I have ever had the pleasure of calling friend.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4j7iQYUsKe3oQU8HXdW7MllZS4_ewd5HOnXcGU3dka4f2nk9p8Gdb8PvhWgIyvzNzV8TkRhqmxO4s6B2gWErI5Y59DrXayoebS9uQgQnCcp492-Pof06KByeFQCmGK3AZYdGAKi-M3R3wntt_HiXzwhg_7tHDu__slHSTDgNanfFVA3BrdSiKB5dEA/s3264/2013_Montana_Mayhem%20(28).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4j7iQYUsKe3oQU8HXdW7MllZS4_ewd5HOnXcGU3dka4f2nk9p8Gdb8PvhWgIyvzNzV8TkRhqmxO4s6B2gWErI5Y59DrXayoebS9uQgQnCcp492-Pof06KByeFQCmGK3AZYdGAKi-M3R3wntt_HiXzwhg_7tHDu__slHSTDgNanfFVA3BrdSiKB5dEA/s320/2013_Montana_Mayhem%20(28).JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fred, Garryowen, MT - 2013</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>I have also never met anyone as passionate about the Battle of the Little Big Horn as Fred. He wanted to know every small detail about the battle and its participants. And somehow he could remember all that information and be able to recall it. He had collected massive amounts of computer data on everything from vegetation on the battlefield to the walking speed of horses.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I first met him (Summer 2007), he was lugging around these large three-ring binders and topographic maps. He was working on a timeline for the battle. He had painstakingly entered bits of information into a large spreadsheet and was able to put everything into context and show when certain events happened during the battle. He was always refining those timelines and was eventually able to share them in a book, STRATEGY OF DEFEAT AT THE LITTLE BIG HORN: A MILITARY AND TIMING ANALYSIS OF THE BATTLE. This book shook things up in the study of the battle and has become a time tested standard. Fred also helped write the screenplay for a movie (<a href="https://www.strategyofdefeat.com" target="_blank">Strategy of Defeat:The Movie</a>) that was based on the book.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fred's Books (descriptions from Amazon):</div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Participants-Battle-Little-Big-Horn/dp/1476664595/ref=sr_1_4?qid=1670076339&refinements=p_27%3AFrederic+C.+Wagner+III&s=books&sr=1-4&text=Frederic+C.+Wagner+III" target="_blank">Participants in the Battle of the Little Big Horn: A Biographical Dictionary of Sioux, Cheyenne and United States Military Personnel</a></b>: The Battle of the Little Big Horn was the decisive engagement of the Great Sioux War of 1876-1877. In its second edition this biographical dictionary of all known participants--the 7th Cavalry, civilians and Indians--provides a brief description of the battle, as well as information on the various tribes, their customs and methods of fighting. Seven appendices cover the units soldiers were assigned to, uniforms and equipment of the cavalry, controversial listings of scouts and the number of Indians in the encampments, the location of camps on the way to the Big Horn and more. Updated biographies are provided for many European soldiers, along with an additional 5,060 names of Indians who were or could have been in the battle.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Strategy-Defeat-Little-Big-Horn/dp/078647954X/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1670076339&refinements=p_27%3AFrederic+C.+Wagner+III&s=books&sr=1-2&text=Frederic+C.+Wagner+III" target="_blank">The Strategy of Defeat at the Little Big Horn: A Military and Timing Analysis of the Battle</a></b>:<b> </b>The battle that unfolded at the Little Big Horn River on June 25, 1876, marked a watershed in the history of the Plains Indians. While a stunning victory for the Sioux and Cheyenne peoples, it initiated a new and vigorous effort by the U.S. government to rid the west of marauding tribes and to realize the ideal of "Manifest Destiny." While thousands of books and articles have covered different aspects of the battle, few if any have analyzed the tactics and chronology to arrive at a satisfactory explanation of what befell George Armstrong Custer and the 209 men who died alongside him. This volume seeks to explain the circumstances culminating in the near-destruction of the 7th Cavalry Regiment by a close examination of timing, setting every event to a specific moment based on accounts of the battle's participants.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Marcus-Reno-Valley-Little-Horn/dp/1476682135/ref=sr_1_3?qid=1670076339&refinements=p_27%3AFrederic+C.+Wagner+III&s=books&sr=1-3&text=Frederic+C.+Wagner+III" target="_blank">Marcus Reno in the Valley of the Little Big Horn: Limited Means, Excessive Aims</a></b>: Major Marcus Reno's actions at the Battle of Little Big Horn have been both criticized and lauded, often without in-depth analysis. This book takes a fresh look the battle and events leading up to it, offering answers to unanswered questions. The author examines the meanings of "orders" given in Custer's command and how they were treated, the tactics and fighting in the valley, Reno's alcoholism, and his last stand on the hilltop named for him.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Great-Sioux-Campaign-1876-Day/dp/1476682143/ref=sr_1_1?qid=1670076339&refinements=p_27%3AFrederic+C.+Wagner+III&s=books&sr=1-1&text=Frederic+C.+Wagner+III" target="_blank">The Great Sioux Campaign of 1876, Day-by-Day</a></b>: Drawing on more than 22 years' research, this book presents an exhaustive chronology of the Great Sioux Campaign in three parts: the U.S. Seventh Cavalry's communications, decisions and movements October 15, 1875-June 21, 1876, are traced day-by-day; the three-day prelude to the Battle of Little Bighorn hour-by-hour; and the battle itself minute-by-minute. The separate actions of the several military commands and the Indians involved are narrated in coherent sequence. Archival intelligence summaries offer the reader fresh perspective on the events leading to the decisive Indian victory known as Custer's Last Stand.</div><div><br /></div><div>Back in April 2021 Fred did a presentation for his "valley book" that was uploaded to YouTube. Here is a link to that presentation...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/2021/04/down-in-valley.html" target="_blank">Fred Wagner Valley Presentation</a></div><div><br /></div><div>We call our little group of friends Montana Mayhem and you can check out our trip diaries and photo albums by clicking the link below...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/search/label/montana%20mayhem" target="_blank">Montana Mayhem Trip Diaries and Photo Albums</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Farewell Fred. Garryowen my friend.</div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-39799676215405243362022-12-04T09:14:00.000-06:002022-12-04T09:14:24.336-06:00Little Bighorn History Alliance<p> I recently noticed that I have made a H-U-G-E oversight on this website. On the right-hand side of this site are links under the header, RECOMMENDED LINKS. I have inadvertently left off one of the premier "Custer websites" - the Little Bighorn History Alliance. </p><p>It's weird that I have left it off for so long as it is a site I visit regularly and often. The site is run by Diane Merkel and she does a hell of a job. Be sure to check out THIS WEEK IN LITTLE BIGHORN HISTORY blog.</p><p>Well it gets rectified now.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://littlebighorn.info" target="_blank">Little Bighorn History Alliance</a></p>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-57951612479542609802022-10-29T07:44:00.000-05:002022-10-29T07:44:34.523-05:00Obituary Added for Mary Burri<p>Elizabeth Custer included the following in her wonderful book, <i>Boots and Saddles</i>:</p><p><i>"There was a Swiss soldier in our regiment who had contrived to bring his zither with him. My husband would lie on the bearskin rug in front of the fire and listen with delight as long as he ventured to tax the man. He played the native Tyrolese airs, which seemed to have caught in them the sound of the Alpine horn, the melody of the cascade, and the echo of the mountain passes. The general often regretted that he had not had the opportunity to learn music. It seemed to me that it was a great solace and diversion to officers if they knew some musical instrument well enough to enjoy practice. They certainly gave great pleasure to those around them."</i></p><p>Libbie was referring to 7th Cavalry musician John Burri, who enlisted in the 7th Cavalry on March 13, 1871, in St. Louis, Missouri. </p><p>Burri married Mary Haack, widow of fellow 7th Cavalryman Henry Haack, on December 8, 1881, at Fort Totten. After retirement from the Army at Fort Meade in 1885, Burri moved to a ranch west of Bear Butte where he resided until he moved to Whitewood in 1899, where he made his home until his death.</p><p>John S. McClintock, an early day Deadwood/Black Hills Pioneer, wrote the following in his highly recommended book, <i>Pioneer Days in the Black Hills</i>:</p><div><i>"John Burri came to the Black Hills in August, 1874. He was for many years a member of General Custer's Seventh Cavalry, part of which was annihilated in the battle with Indians on Little Big Horn, Montana, in June, 1876. Mr. Burri was not in that engagement. He resided for many years in Whitewood, near Deadwood. He died on December 1, 1927."</i></div><p>Mary Burri had been married twice before. First to Elisha Stuart and then to Henry Haack. She had at least one child, Catherine Stuart, who married a 7th Cavalryman herself, Jacob Horner. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXZhwlTii_0FGOt2aM27GlCngoioQkcW2_1v-dir1pcN5rRE8XMyRs8RiXUy0kkbTLuAZ1ZEUWn268SRdLD0FCuf1UN-fUKfEHKbrkGtOGMW-Rv2lklyVEEdGcu-QllPAJSt9K_fFZpHx6F-0UwVB8QfOEJ3fFeq5UoGGaB4TEc0NXO9B1JDoCDp-jA/s3127/Burri%20(13).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2345" data-original-width="3127" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXZhwlTii_0FGOt2aM27GlCngoioQkcW2_1v-dir1pcN5rRE8XMyRs8RiXUy0kkbTLuAZ1ZEUWn268SRdLD0FCuf1UN-fUKfEHKbrkGtOGMW-Rv2lklyVEEdGcu-QllPAJSt9K_fFZpHx6F-0UwVB8QfOEJ3fFeq5UoGGaB4TEc0NXO9B1JDoCDp-jA/s320/Burri%20(13).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mary Burri grave at Saint Mary's Cemetery in Bismarck, ND<br /><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Mary Burri died on December 27, 1929, in Bismarck. Her daughter Catherine and Jacob Horner, are buried next to Mary at Saint Mary's Cemetery in Bismarck, North Dakota.<div><br /></div><div>Mary's obituary appeared in the December 27, 1929 issue of the Bismarck Tribune. Her funeral announcement was printed the following day.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Read <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pIKxBDm4oDa-jglc-0Rgk7kpXgKfSWaA/view?usp=sharing" target="_blank">Mary Burri's obituary and funeral announcement</a> from the Bismarck Tribune.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/burri-john.html" target="_blank">JOHN BURRI PAGE</a></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-49692842662498368042022-09-17T08:44:00.000-05:002022-09-17T08:44:38.756-05:00New Obituary Added for Daniel Newell<p></p>Daniel Newell is one of the more well known troopers in the story of the Little Big Horn. He was often quoted on the action during the valley fight and later the siege on the bluffs.<div><br /></div><div>Daniel Newell was a private in the 7th U.S. Cavalry and was a member of Company M. He was born in Ireland on March 17, 1847, St. Patrick's Day (how's that for an Irishman?). </div><div><br /></div><div>"The Story of the Big Horn Campaign of 1876" as told by Private Daniel Newell appeared in Sunshine Magazine. Some of the essays dealing with the campaign were later reprinted in a small, privately printed publication, THE SUNSHINE MAGAZINE ARTICLES, edited by John M. Carroll.</div><div><br /></div><div>One of his obituaries, this one from the Sturgis Weekly Record of September 28, 1933, said the following about Trooper Newell:</div><div><br /></div><div><i>"Mr. Newell was a member of the A. O. U. W. lodge and served on the city council and the school board here for two terms. During his many years of residence in Sturgis, Mr. Newell became universally liked and respected, counting his friends by his acquaintances. He possessed a kindly, genial nature and high principles, and his passing will be deeply regretted."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Daniel Newell died on September 23, 1933, in Hot Springs, South Dakota. He was buried next to his wife, Mary, in Bear Butte Cemetery in Sturgis, SD.</div><div><br /></div><div>This "new" obituary is from the Rapid City Journal of September 27, 1933. <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1O8KoN-MCB5sB9Ni8OIg8grgU9oNubDfy/view?usp=sharing" target="_blank">See it here</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZDCb0Hp2B_gmFsHjyDdqHSoaJrpdDW3MEQeQ3uDTtPNVrt_CJKJntw4--8tkWP5dMZqdIph2OQTMDKcvqtfkkycq4hurbmP9ZrWT3wNGrBcohffpxmyb1riYMdOYm_nAkUGkuDpxlx05iaBxtT0OJXqUzxBriGV8BDHbhlfwMJDMejJQuQv2UqgEKQ/s4032/IMG_3851.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZDCb0Hp2B_gmFsHjyDdqHSoaJrpdDW3MEQeQ3uDTtPNVrt_CJKJntw4--8tkWP5dMZqdIph2OQTMDKcvqtfkkycq4hurbmP9ZrWT3wNGrBcohffpxmyb1riYMdOYm_nAkUGkuDpxlx05iaBxtT0OJXqUzxBriGV8BDHbhlfwMJDMejJQuQv2UqgEKQ/s320/IMG_3851.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Newell grave at Bear Butte Cemetery, Sturgis, SD</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/newell-daniel.html">DANIEL NEWELL PAGE</a></div><p></p></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-54358054940470201922022-08-06T10:50:00.000-05:002022-08-06T10:50:24.332-05:00What I Did On My Summer Vacation<p>Remember back in school and everyone would come back after the long summer break? Some classmates you hung out with and others you didn't see at all. The teacher would go around the room and ask everyone for a brief update on what you did over the summer break. Well, this is what I did.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQthxeJqzez1zNwLuvuSNylEgrPjD9Dyiz9a6i6SFco97reyI-sJgoPT0fmFFxuDo0icxKbLNSkeNOKnueYBiOaN1rqvii3iHiyHCvmZNsLftcY_TShyIqDjNAXFMsVn8CXBRsu1DTbZoKBYWMANgT9tztgS9DT8rlst0MVsKW9WF4X4vTams0qGMHw/s4032/IMG_6140.HEIC" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQthxeJqzez1zNwLuvuSNylEgrPjD9Dyiz9a6i6SFco97reyI-sJgoPT0fmFFxuDo0icxKbLNSkeNOKnueYBiOaN1rqvii3iHiyHCvmZNsLftcY_TShyIqDjNAXFMsVn8CXBRsu1DTbZoKBYWMANgT9tztgS9DT8rlst0MVsKW9WF4X4vTams0qGMHw/s320/IMG_6140.HEIC" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 1: Mackenzie River Pizza. L to R: Max Reeve, Michael Olson, Frank Bodden, Scott Nelson.</td></tr></tbody></table><p>I have a close group of buddies and we go hunting around battlefields, forts, and other historic sites. We also look for decent food and beer along the way. We typically try to go every other year but Covid-19 threw a monkey wrench into those plans. Our last trip was back in 2018. 2020 was to be our next but we all know what happened. 2021 wasn't any better so that was also scrapped. When 2022 rolled around we were determined to make a go of it. Unfortunately, one of us couldn't make it. That changed the whole dynamic and feel of the trip so we are setting our sights on 2023 to have all of us together and try and get things back to some form of normal.</p><p>We call our trips and group "Montana Mayhem." We all met on the internet and since our first trip we have been going strong. When we are not traveling together we keep in contact by phone calls, email, text messages, and our own private Facebook group. We're not always discussing Custer, the Little Big Horn battle, the Plains Indian wars, etc. There is lots of talk about football, beer, movies, etc. Just normal everyday stuff.</p><p>Our 2022 trip was a wide ranging trip. We all met up in Billings on June 14. From there we branched out and hit Hardin, Sheridan, Cody, Bozeman, and eventually back to Billings. We hit the Little Big Horn Battlefield, Fort Phil Kearny, the Buffalo Bill Museum of the West, the Museum of the Rockies, Big Hole Battlefield, and other points in-between. There are many small, but extremely interesting and valuable, museums and historical sites spread throughout the area. We try to visit as many as we can. And don't forget about the food and beer aspects either. Looking for the ever elusive and excellently prepared bison steak.</p><p>We are already throwing around ideas for our 2023 trip. After all, half the fun is in the planning.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://photos.app.goo.gl/brA49scCML5MMk2z7" target="_blank">Montana Mayhem 2022 Photo Album</a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com">Main Page</a></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-44813117853815714152022-06-25T16:39:00.002-05:002022-07-02T12:36:49.077-05:00Trooper Pahl Photo<p>Thanks to Diane Merkel of the <a href="https://littlebighorn.info" target="_blank">Little Bighorn History Alliance Blog</a> for hooking me up with a photo of John Pahl. I made a post not all that long ago about Pahl's grandson, John Albert, who was killed in action during World War II. In that post I quoted Charles Windolph, a Medal of Honor winner from the Little Big Horn fight, stating this about John Pahl:</p><p><i style="text-align: center;">“There were many men that day deserving medals who never got them. There was Sergeant Pahl who got shot leading a charge on the north side of the hill. A braver man never lived." </i></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">--Charles Windolph </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">7th Cavalry trooper John Pahl is buried next to his wife, Anna, in Bear Butte Cemetery in Sturgis, South Dakota.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7s_0cZ3PfcHBdYC8t2m387JwVHqhGKx16aXBZqZSm6g6vdVCil8hyCebjKB2Zy_rU93h--NnrvcjeuHCcze9vdHH-93xHHX-X_9x7m6pg255hoTK525p23VsyxV9mdcFZC7ePyHROXSOMX9qnmmuVT3eISjmsK9F_LwjF64JPIPs3JeOyBGXWJOcbjA/s800/PahlTD.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7s_0cZ3PfcHBdYC8t2m387JwVHqhGKx16aXBZqZSm6g6vdVCil8hyCebjKB2Zy_rU93h--NnrvcjeuHCcze9vdHH-93xHHX-X_9x7m6pg255hoTK525p23VsyxV9mdcFZC7ePyHROXSOMX9qnmmuVT3eISjmsK9F_LwjF64JPIPs3JeOyBGXWJOcbjA/s320/PahlTD.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>So, to put a face to the name, here is John Pahl...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD1TymcxwysB00iI9JH-MRpSvhHdNv1DnsuXntVp78nGisdp4trduOTrtU14aTDC8cl5xKGszfHNdwEr8axISb8Z8ostYNmMxusBuD3y6nYGFRsQ-15e_rtF-b5txasbuYVa_--I-Vl_ZyJtyN_nmCnP7Jsd5bgyIU6QanZV4NmMt-jbi9zRp253dCWg/s1050/Pahl_John.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="766" data-original-width="1050" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD1TymcxwysB00iI9JH-MRpSvhHdNv1DnsuXntVp78nGisdp4trduOTrtU14aTDC8cl5xKGszfHNdwEr8axISb8Z8ostYNmMxusBuD3y6nYGFRsQ-15e_rtF-b5txasbuYVa_--I-Vl_ZyJtyN_nmCnP7Jsd5bgyIU6QanZV4NmMt-jbi9zRp253dCWg/s320/Pahl_John.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/pahl-john.html" target="_blank">JOHN PAHL PAGE</a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-46712519583152206372022-05-07T09:55:00.000-05:002022-05-07T09:55:57.170-05:00Old Lead Soldier Still Defies Death<p>Charles Windolph was the last surviving trooper that actually participated in the Battle of the Little Big Horn. He was born on December 9, 1851 and lived into the mid-20th century, passing away on March 11, 1950. </p><p>Windolph was very proud of the time he spent in the 7th U.S. Cavalry. He was awarded a Medal of Honor and later a Purple Heart for his actions there. He was a member of Company H and was a "Benteen man" through and through. He related variations of the following story several times during his post-cavalry days:</p><p><i>The Indian rifle fire had resumed and happened to be particularly fierce at the time. Benteen told the prone Private to stand up. Young Windolph hesitated, since two of his H Company comrades, Julien Jones and Thomas Meador, had only recently been killed beside him. He asked his Captain if it was really necessary that he stand. “On your feet,” ordered Benteen. Windolph obeyed. “Look at all those Indians," Benteen said. "If you ever get out of here alive, you will be able to write and tell the Old Folks in Germany how many Indians we had to fight today." </i>-- A Terrible Glory: Custer and the Little Bighorn, The Last Great Battle of the American West; Little, Brown and Company, New York, NY, 2008; by James Donovan</p><div>The following article in from the Rapid City Journal, December 18, 1949 (click image to expand):</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEWQz48HzyAK40wrRCozQOL8KAKVQQIZ3kxe-gOE0swUCI2J02ASpda38zZKnGWenWnWaQSuIhCOkcqeWPt8-3fuWESkidchVvCy21J9cbJOPIeWw58OQ_6Xn-dxJE9UgeXnP5XWMqYyl6DnwkEaZku8R3KcGhVYOzZm2eFmygkZ1gL0imbMaVmVs1bQ/s3120/Windolph_Old%20Lead%20Soldier%20Still%20Defies%20Death_Rapid%20City%20Journal_19491218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="1259" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEWQz48HzyAK40wrRCozQOL8KAKVQQIZ3kxe-gOE0swUCI2J02ASpda38zZKnGWenWnWaQSuIhCOkcqeWPt8-3fuWESkidchVvCy21J9cbJOPIeWw58OQ_6Xn-dxJE9UgeXnP5XWMqYyl6DnwkEaZku8R3KcGhVYOzZm2eFmygkZ1gL0imbMaVmVs1bQ/s320/Windolph_Old%20Lead%20Soldier%20Still%20Defies%20Death_Rapid%20City%20Journal_19491218.jpg" width="129" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/windolph-charles.html" target="_blank">CHARLES WINDOLPH PAGE</a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-84255368183962173222022-03-26T17:46:00.000-05:002022-03-26T17:46:09.700-05:00Lattman Tidbits<p>John Lattman was born in Switzerland and came to the United States where he enlisted in the 7th U.S. Cavalry on October 14, 1873, in Philadelphia.</p><p>He was a member of Company G and was therefore in the valley fight with the Major Reno. In the haste to leave the valley and get to the nearby bluffs, several troopers were left behind. Lattman was one of those left in the timber after the rest of the troops made their way to the hilltops across the river. He later made it to the hilltop, possibly as a member of Herendeen's group. </p><p><span style="text-align: justify;">He was discharged on October 14, 1878, at Fort Lincoln, Dakota, upon expiration of service, as a private of excellent character. </span><span style="text-align: justify;">He eventually homesteaded on 160 acres of land northeast of Rapid City, South Dakota, where he raised cattle.</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></p><p><span style="text-align: justify;">He died on October 7, 1913, and was buried northeast of Rapid City in Elk Vale Cemetery.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;">While perusing old newspapers on microfiche, I came across a couple of mentions of Lattman. These are hardly earth shattering finds but just a glimpse into the past and one of Custer's troopers.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">The first is from the April 11, 1913 edition of the Black Hills Weekly Journal. Lattman, who was living on his farm northeast of Rapid City at the time, found himself stuck and stranded during a prairie blizzard. As someone who has lived in the Dakotas all my life, I can certainly attest to these spring snow storms. They drop a lot of snow and can easily fool people into thinking that conditions aren't as bad as they really are.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoLEmJDRez42vgXqx9zQTsbJ-jl8X80pxyBSefILNwY6GW9XOoJwpEi2BpeVPtWhJz-6IwqDLeSQysEcjSnfkJWjkGS9ToUT3YsK1Cvl3EH372VlJlVAOFxEIj-MyEZRzs6hS9kwCj0_b8QEwnbItE3adrpaOfMHl9NV3rwcJCVGz8fo5pW2B7MEVx5w/s717/Lattman_Snowbound_Black%20Hills%20Weekly%20Journal_19130411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="717" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoLEmJDRez42vgXqx9zQTsbJ-jl8X80pxyBSefILNwY6GW9XOoJwpEi2BpeVPtWhJz-6IwqDLeSQysEcjSnfkJWjkGS9ToUT3YsK1Cvl3EH372VlJlVAOFxEIj-MyEZRzs6hS9kwCj0_b8QEwnbItE3adrpaOfMHl9NV3rwcJCVGz8fo5pW2B7MEVx5w/s320/Lattman_Snowbound_Black%20Hills%20Weekly%20Journal_19130411.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The second clipping is a bit more ominous. This is from the September 30, 1913 edition of the Rapid City Journal.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZ-v52Nr-o8hQEkLrR88yNLCGjSBQxGGb8De0JsJ_AGn7m63TUkFZyFTS1m2wacOXoiMWbyGWFNtmR9qmJTrHekhdSvGLJYQJwK1g18Qr_5pd3PUX0t1QFEOLPrCwO0hSrUtBc8IuIkfP0xv2li3tkgj_BqOtDYYbWfdOaNfxblXG0ajvJLBNmEdwDg/s1482/Lattman_Illness_Rapid%20City%20Journal_19130930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="1482" height="59" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZ-v52Nr-o8hQEkLrR88yNLCGjSBQxGGb8De0JsJ_AGn7m63TUkFZyFTS1m2wacOXoiMWbyGWFNtmR9qmJTrHekhdSvGLJYQJwK1g18Qr_5pd3PUX0t1QFEOLPrCwO0hSrUtBc8IuIkfP0xv2li3tkgj_BqOtDYYbWfdOaNfxblXG0ajvJLBNmEdwDg/s320/Lattman_Illness_Rapid%20City%20Journal_19130930.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Two sentences. Three short lines of print. A week later Lattman would be dead. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWV6CuhYyS_NjjBVtWX9fwAb1duiVy8vWXp0mFi9PWM3mCRQpBJSG_DpuZfHGB8NUmawh1JeqyosnrtGjm9EUH-pCSdisOhkCN4RtGwUXTtJ3K5yYMK0BF7smTNFGFed44l194jlhBDFCu5cbZzpfotZ9b5Dqgj7Q9HBtBKdHVzr1qBOeL-uNi5zVdtQ/s800/LattmanTD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWV6CuhYyS_NjjBVtWX9fwAb1duiVy8vWXp0mFi9PWM3mCRQpBJSG_DpuZfHGB8NUmawh1JeqyosnrtGjm9EUH-pCSdisOhkCN4RtGwUXTtJ3K5yYMK0BF7smTNFGFed44l194jlhBDFCu5cbZzpfotZ9b5Dqgj7Q9HBtBKdHVzr1qBOeL-uNi5zVdtQ/s320/LattmanTD.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lattman's grave at Elk Vale Cemetery.</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizwfzmGThdY39uSBAtCcSN9Hecx7BxfnL8p7ZJr66WyDjruBHyKjDEAn5IBC2NavvHYIihFoIoyOOalRNxYI9e55_WVWCg5nsG9aOGuPFYMDTxQKaKekTOdf-Q1hNQ8c-Hh7LpIpWOhuXoyDKg4GFdkGzRjO7LnvSvGSgh_ZnwQ5Yc7qx310HuNsPShQ/s800/ElkValeTD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizwfzmGThdY39uSBAtCcSN9Hecx7BxfnL8p7ZJr66WyDjruBHyKjDEAn5IBC2NavvHYIihFoIoyOOalRNxYI9e55_WVWCg5nsG9aOGuPFYMDTxQKaKekTOdf-Q1hNQ8c-Hh7LpIpWOhuXoyDKg4GFdkGzRjO7LnvSvGSgh_ZnwQ5Yc7qx310HuNsPShQ/s320/ElkValeTD.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The entrance to Elk Vale Cemetery northeast of Rapid City, South Dakota.<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/lattman-john_9.html">JOHN LATTMAN PAGE</a></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-88215447248721574402022-02-12T10:43:00.001-06:002022-07-02T12:38:11.706-05:00Eixenberger Photo<p>On the 1876 Campaign, Peter Eixenberger was a member of the 7th U.S. Cavalry band which was under the leadership of Chief Musician Felix Vinatieri. Therefore, he was not at the Battle of the Little Big Horn, but instead was on detached service at the Powder River Depot with the rest of the band. </p><p>Eixenberger was discharged from the 7th Cavalry on November 14, 1880 at Fort Meade, upon expiration of service as a private of excellent character. He re-enlisted in the band for another five years and was discharged for the final time on November 14, 1885. That same month, he married Mary Achenbach and together they had eight children.</p><p>Peter died on September 12, 1917 near Sykes, Montana. He was buried at St. Aloysius Cemetery in Sturgis, South Dakota. Sadly, two of his children, Peter Jr. and Gladys, died the following year during the Spanish Flu epidemic. His wife, Mary, lived until 1940. She died on December 8 and is buried next to her husband.</p><p>Many thanks to Diane Merkel of the <a href="http://lbha.org/" target="_blank">THIS WEEK IN LITTLE BIGHORN HISTORY</a> blog for providing me with this photo.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4eDhkfZ4O00qfwkj4tMh4vrbO0ad30RNk3qD7ZCpuz5FAtRCzTyyNpkUCd7oBSaLLCU9yBMYfHTmojthaoh5yXNgE_Ip6-6j1fvSkou5nJgLLc3r_jEHP16skBAB4NXCMPA8uTZHG6zdU89XDuCQ9aer_z3jsxHckBIPS3yE78-ZojtXt7tuIONxdnA=s863" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="530" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4eDhkfZ4O00qfwkj4tMh4vrbO0ad30RNk3qD7ZCpuz5FAtRCzTyyNpkUCd7oBSaLLCU9yBMYfHTmojthaoh5yXNgE_Ip6-6j1fvSkou5nJgLLc3r_jEHP16skBAB4NXCMPA8uTZHG6zdU89XDuCQ9aer_z3jsxHckBIPS3yE78-ZojtXt7tuIONxdnA=s320" width="197" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peter and Mary Eixenberger</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEpUkRBdYIk1jDALY8XwZTZPTbreUnYKLlrNNZeq16IIoZnWGFN5y1cGoVrdygX5_1cXV_GVfExK8LbTeKbY_9h0fx7pxDb5yi6iU_ldYpqZPpy8bcHm7PPNq6Xu21ru2wWOrQXKVucmSWprWI4UGmtrUEyGiqJOq7rY755eI-3pmD4UZl-QpoFyTIGQ=s800" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEpUkRBdYIk1jDALY8XwZTZPTbreUnYKLlrNNZeq16IIoZnWGFN5y1cGoVrdygX5_1cXV_GVfExK8LbTeKbY_9h0fx7pxDb5yi6iU_ldYpqZPpy8bcHm7PPNq6Xu21ru2wWOrQXKVucmSWprWI4UGmtrUEyGiqJOq7rY755eI-3pmD4UZl-QpoFyTIGQ=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eixenberger grave at St. Aloysius Cemetery, Sturgis, SD.</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/eixenberger-peter.html">PETER EIXENBERGER PAGE</a></div><p><br /></p>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-42230578243111125622022-01-01T12:25:00.003-06:002022-02-12T10:54:25.561-06:00Pahl to Pahl - Another Generation<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">“There were many men that day deserving medals who never got them. There was Sergeant Pahl who got shot leading a charge on the north side of the hill. A braver man never lived." </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">--Charles Windolph </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: inherit; font-kerning: none;">John Pahl was born in Germany in 1850. During the Battle of the Little Big Horn he was wounded in the right shoulder and was later transported back to Fort Lincoln on the steamer Far West. He was recommended for a medal for distinguished gallantry by Captain Frederick Benteen on April 16, 1877. The army never issued Pahl the medal. After his discharge from the 7th Cavalry he worked as a blacksmith in Sturgis, South Dakota.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_zCifzz09Y8q9PnzY2nlRwJFj8MPEtxO64fHtsIMQbGZMy2jYRVFQ55zUj8t0X9-M4Iu4eHL_NGmqWYzErec4EOHc7HQeycDVb38KYnOfUI8deVz2VY3vmY2zaTXaaPDp_LlUxoCvCBBqK_mhc1wh44KIcv9AR_H5yyPt1tcFPPbr4AYtfw9SOv_avw=s944" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="601" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_zCifzz09Y8q9PnzY2nlRwJFj8MPEtxO64fHtsIMQbGZMy2jYRVFQ55zUj8t0X9-M4Iu4eHL_NGmqWYzErec4EOHc7HQeycDVb38KYnOfUI8deVz2VY3vmY2zaTXaaPDp_LlUxoCvCBBqK_mhc1wh44KIcv9AR_H5yyPt1tcFPPbr4AYtfw9SOv_avw=s320" width="204" /></a><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ad from Sturgis Weekly Record; April 23, 1897<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;">He married his wife Anna in 1885. Their first daughter, Cora, died at age 3 months, 28 days in August 1886. They went on to have four more children - Rosa, May, Albert, and Louise. John Pahl died in Hot Springs, South Dakota on January 28, 1924. He is buried at Bear Butte Cemetery in Sturgis.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;">John Pahl's only son, Albert, was born on April 15, 1893. He married his wife Edith in Montana on Christmas Eve 1919. Albert and Edith had three children - Jack, Harriet, and Francis.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;">Seventh Cavalry trooper John Pahl's grandson, John Albert (Jack) Pahl was born on March 23, 1921, in Lead, South Dakota. The family moved to Montana where Jack attended school until 1934, when they returned to Lawrence County, settling in Terraville. Jack graduated from high school in Lead in 1940. Jack joined the National Guard and was later inducted into the army. He was sent overseas and arrived in Ireland in 1942. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;">Jack was on active duty in Africa during the Tunisian Campaign and was then sent to Anzio Beachhead in Italy, in March of 1944. He was slightly wounded on May 22, but returned to action almost immediately.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;">Army Sgt. Jack A. Pahl was killed in action on June 1, 1944, during the Invasion of Italy on Anzio Beach while "cleaning out a machine gun nest." Reports say he was killed by sniper fire. Jack Pahl was awarded two Purple Hearts.</span></span></p><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBvP08y5Xc4CDSSErVQpWGxpDsrk7-i1gcXE3n-eT24HEfJKWSS4HJ9ao2kVjcTyveUcv_-P2aJPfsVQGp7gYtb79ttwJWVZt6LoE9VO53lyT3on5UoK4NnNn4WCsoU9LsaePS_vPN4Dn0B1hp9RV6Wg7qFwr1G-11rt7mDr8fKILHw4lYQ2oa0sRPzQ=s1048" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1048" data-original-width="648" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBvP08y5Xc4CDSSErVQpWGxpDsrk7-i1gcXE3n-eT24HEfJKWSS4HJ9ao2kVjcTyveUcv_-P2aJPfsVQGp7gYtb79ttwJWVZt6LoE9VO53lyT3on5UoK4NnNn4WCsoU9LsaePS_vPN4Dn0B1hp9RV6Wg7qFwr1G-11rt7mDr8fKILHw4lYQ2oa0sRPzQ=s320" width="198" /></span></a></div><p></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">J</span>ack Pahl, Great Falls Tribune, June 22, 1944</p><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Jack Pahl was originally buried in Italy but his body was eventually shipped stateside and he was buried in Bear Butte Cemetery in Sturgis in August 1948. </span></p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When Jack was buried in Bear Butte Cemetery, the following appeared in the August 6, 1948 edition of The Black Hills Weekly newspaper - <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1nCYktBiUzFJKdyDy817lyIk3eaYJ9Ej_/view?usp=sharing" target="_blank">SGT. JACK PAHL BURIED WITH FULL MILITARY HONORS</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhu3ndpNXGKvG8Vofu7lamZD87KL__fslxtMXj7sR1YNcV0Lpw05t-viblTOL-D9hao59pat1qHMJJLF1FksfoHBYabE1YmnlF6DwtDGMwxvvzhU2OeyyiF_RnKyLQ0ulgaLt0t_qXDseKY49Hfu6VwFGfyxOuAZ72weIdA4-pvYlEeSlXiZyvC7JqH9g=s768" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="435" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhu3ndpNXGKvG8Vofu7lamZD87KL__fslxtMXj7sR1YNcV0Lpw05t-viblTOL-D9hao59pat1qHMJJLF1FksfoHBYabE1YmnlF6DwtDGMwxvvzhU2OeyyiF_RnKyLQ0ulgaLt0t_qXDseKY49Hfu6VwFGfyxOuAZ72weIdA4-pvYlEeSlXiZyvC7JqH9g=s320" width="181" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sgt. Jack Pahl</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/pahl-john.html">JOHN PAHL PAGE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-59607971179562355002021-11-20T10:10:00.001-06:002021-11-20T10:12:22.930-06:00Elizabeth Bacon Custer<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19);"><i>“As the sun broke through the mist a mirage appeared, which took up about half of the line of cavalry, and thenceforth for a little distance it marched, equally plain to the sight on the earth and in the sky. The future of the heroic band, whose days were even then numbered, seemed to be revealed, and already there seemed a premonition in the supernatural translation as their forms were reflected from the opaque mist of the early dawn.” </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19);"><i><br /></i><div style="text-align: center;">― Elizabeth Bacon Custer, Boots and Saddles: Or, Life in Dakota with General Custer</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_jaHXoiSsHkAvhWovSAso_fCOf--txmxsF6n0zspm6oVyLKRLRFrwGr4Mzef_a7fc24xthvS04teUoD2kZ8NzOt2x8W8LXVVQbN9HbwNnFil-X-jCBx0s4iO8HRuoUQA-8LQ_g288JpP_XwiNEFyJx77nwKKSz-6YMRq0mr91MxQc3Gm9ggfagEigcA=s1259" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1259" data-original-width="980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_jaHXoiSsHkAvhWovSAso_fCOf--txmxsF6n0zspm6oVyLKRLRFrwGr4Mzef_a7fc24xthvS04teUoD2kZ8NzOt2x8W8LXVVQbN9HbwNnFil-X-jCBx0s4iO8HRuoUQA-8LQ_g288JpP_XwiNEFyJx77nwKKSz-6YMRq0mr91MxQc3Gm9ggfagEigcA=s320" width="249" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elizabeth Bacon Custer</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span>When George Custer was killed at the Little Big Horn in 1876, he was fortunate to leave behind his greatest advocate, his wife Elizabeth. Libbie promoted his image and fought off all naysayers who had anything but the best to say about the celebrated "Boy General." She kept this up until her death in 1933, by which time many of Custer's critics had already passed on. She wrote letters, editorials, and gave lectures on her gallant husband. Fortunately, for us and for history sake, she also wrote three wonderful books based on her experiences and life with Custer and the 7th Cavalry.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span>While her books are technically non-fiction, they are decidedly and unsurprisingly slated to depict her husband in a favorable light. But, they also provide a wonderful window into the lives of 19th century soldiers and their families. She describes picnics, horseback riding, games, parties, holiday gatherings, and other tidbits of daily life that are priceless when it comes to understanding those times of yesteryear. All three books are highly recommended.</span></span></span></div><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpv0SIQ52s7fU9uIFzCHTvL47Icsh9eoD_KZ7U2eeqqQrEgq8hdfE78Q8dkPCX-TI2ATo-oWQ1H961hrSN9NkjNNqGzLB2nnyH3AHjGV1Jc54PLL6Yx7Gi-H0uTrFxgtUNvX1yWwV5XGTeZIF-wPplAmX7jmXlKweRusDX1Q3YDYFVTLaoc8celPvOYw=s500" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpv0SIQ52s7fU9uIFzCHTvL47Icsh9eoD_KZ7U2eeqqQrEgq8hdfE78Q8dkPCX-TI2ATo-oWQ1H961hrSN9NkjNNqGzLB2nnyH3AHjGV1Jc54PLL6Yx7Gi-H0uTrFxgtUNvX1yWwV5XGTeZIF-wPplAmX7jmXlKweRusDX1Q3YDYFVTLaoc8celPvOYw=s320" width="201" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Boots and Saddles: Or, Life in Dakota with General Custer</b> was Libbie's first book, published in 1885. It is also her most famous book. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;">It covers the couple's time at Fort Abraham Lincoln near Bismarck, in what was then Dakota Territory. It covers up to the time the 7th Cavalry left on the Sioux Expedition of 1876 and Libbie was informed that she was a widow.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;">Boots and Saddles is one of the few books about military life in the 1800's written from a woman's perspective. It is worth reading for that fact alone. But it also sheds light on George Custer, the man, as well as the rest of the "Custer Clan." </span></span></div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px;"> </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhihjMrJFwKMqIe4KEifU03vObPj7zX_BZskeYI0rnKBTbnWQNyChGXjSw4ce4Z8ma6Y0YndKfsc-NKjRIXdl87j70B7R1a6sXLXwdJIJcOnMYZqswwQHVo8tP_Nc4ekgtaogDPGEcXf1d1auyC5jhzIWGV0a_FPsWQD9mVNSXiN7VawITWn1djigGRxg=s500" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="338" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhihjMrJFwKMqIe4KEifU03vObPj7zX_BZskeYI0rnKBTbnWQNyChGXjSw4ce4Z8ma6Y0YndKfsc-NKjRIXdl87j70B7R1a6sXLXwdJIJcOnMYZqswwQHVo8tP_Nc4ekgtaogDPGEcXf1d1auyC5jhzIWGV0a_FPsWQD9mVNSXiN7VawITWn1djigGRxg=w206-h305" width="206" /></a></span></span></div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /><span><b>Tenting on the Plains: Or, General Custer in Kansas and Texas</b> was Libbie's second book, published in 1887. Tenting on the Plains primarily focuses on the Custer's lives during the period immediately following the Civil War. </span></span></span><div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span>At this time they were stationed in Louisiana, Texas, and Kansas. Libbie portrays the aftermath of the Civil War in Texas and life in Kansas while her husband took part in General Winfield Hancock's 1867 expedition against the Indians between the Arkansas and Platte rivers. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span>Throughout the book, she provides detailed descriptions of an army officer's home life on the frontier during this major period of Indian unrest.</span></span></span><div><span face="Vollkorn, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(79, 79, 79); color: #4f4f4f;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhRMhvGRA_Fg8Ki2tmbgcp7MHRg4gHb_wBVEy2h4vJBo0nRF2Bd9w-Y5TootwZ_wWSgpPYK0_6DN5m_oC7Yz8ajnUlbLRJ06uVInrLjUZYsk5DJ9_JvsclA2OX60aLYcWtH-XUUoeb5ynuVir04m51RqLQWsRgGOyzcftZ28Z7aT0kdCSc2KAyPqciWQ=s930" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="596" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhRMhvGRA_Fg8Ki2tmbgcp7MHRg4gHb_wBVEy2h4vJBo0nRF2Bd9w-Y5TootwZ_wWSgpPYK0_6DN5m_oC7Yz8ajnUlbLRJ06uVInrLjUZYsk5DJ9_JvsclA2OX60aLYcWtH-XUUoeb5ynuVir04m51RqLQWsRgGOyzcftZ28Z7aT0kdCSc2KAyPqciWQ=s320" width="205" /></a></span></span></div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><span><b>Following the Guidon: Into the Indian Wars with General Custer and the Seventh Cavalry</b> is the third book in Elizabeth's trilogy, published in 1890. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span>In this final book she covers the period when Custer's career and standing was again on the rise. Custer had been "in exile" following his court-martial and has been recalled to assist the army with the growing Indian problems throughout the Great Plains.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span>This book recounts the first major engagement after Custer's return, The Battle of the Washita.<br /></span></span></span><p></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></p><div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span>If you want to read the books in a real chronological order you should start with Tenting on the Plains, then Following the Guidon, and finally ending with Boots and Saddles. Personally, I read the books in publication order and found that just as enjoyable. No matter the order in which they are read, Libbie's books provide an insight into Custer, their lives togethe</span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;">r, his family, and the frontier army that you just can't get anywhere else.</span></div><div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span>Elizabeth never remarried and spent the 57 years following her husband's death strongly supporting and defending him. She played a giant role in building the legend General George Armstrong Custer. She died just four days short of her 91st birthday, on April 4, 1933.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19);"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #131313; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19);">Libbie's books are still in print and are readily available. Check out your favorite bookseller.</span></span></div><p style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none;"></span></p></div></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-10370004232780679872021-10-09T10:49:00.000-05:002021-10-09T10:49:19.438-05:00Re-Enact Famous Custer Struggle<p> The 50th anniversary of the Battle of the Little Big Horn was a huge event. People came from all over the area, all over the country actually, to see the terrain where the battle was fought. There were special ceremonies, speeches, and re-enactments of the battle.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFy8k13L52XjZwyR7j9LJJ0CtS-oB7jcdhT1rrqRPToTj2xCgJE6bp1JHX0GJgqEm6ecy2l7_uKEbxA21Adbc5Foxn0s9Ta5gs5NYwi937Wx_GGBI8pjdi9UD2vuIXtPn_4G_8QeGuaSMfKx-7rfzFRz9PvTJvKLuuZr09cec6QKmFRXPp1dxJIRWnNw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1264" data-original-width="2048" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFy8k13L52XjZwyR7j9LJJ0CtS-oB7jcdhT1rrqRPToTj2xCgJE6bp1JHX0GJgqEm6ecy2l7_uKEbxA21Adbc5Foxn0s9Ta5gs5NYwi937Wx_GGBI8pjdi9UD2vuIXtPn_4G_8QeGuaSMfKx-7rfzFRz9PvTJvKLuuZr09cec6QKmFRXPp1dxJIRWnNw=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The automobile allowed people to more easily travel<br />to the 50th anniversary festivities.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Several battle participants were on hand to reminisce about the action that took place fifty years earlier. Former lieutenant, Edward S. Godfrey, was among those who visited during the anniversary. There was a ceremony held where Godfrey and warrior participant White Bull "buried the hatchet" between the two sides. Elizabeth Custer did not attend the anniversary. She actually never could bring herself to visit the battlefield where her husband and several family members died, but her niece did attend the 50th anniversary celebration.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjL__XfcIo6N2q5wLDrzWMiiBUTwMb__eCW16zYSkFHNe_YG4pn6HIfjZxHH3XNkQo3JcS7EGw3jeg8KeLbRSRk90-twLLITrxYOwOK9FWqlk7RlygZk97vwPJj64VR2hrhVbbup-E01EwZ6_0jRqcqa-i4nbheQH7PPjAFB5M4VeGoUR72WiI2nudc2w=s734" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="734" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjL__XfcIo6N2q5wLDrzWMiiBUTwMb__eCW16zYSkFHNe_YG4pn6HIfjZxHH3XNkQo3JcS7EGw3jeg8KeLbRSRk90-twLLITrxYOwOK9FWqlk7RlygZk97vwPJj64VR2hrhVbbup-E01EwZ6_0jRqcqa-i4nbheQH7PPjAFB5M4VeGoUR72WiI2nudc2w=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A portion of the crowd at the 1926 anniversary. Notice<br />the people standing and sitting on the marble markers.<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>A re-enactment of the battle was performed, much as it is today, for the entertainment of those attending. The following is a story from the Rapid City Daily Journal which appeared on Friday, June 25, 1926, outlining some of the activities. <div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg0Qu6P4cTtrZpkUBovSOFUAnmMVBtTA7t1LTrLwWhGhTjtt2XaKIQO7E5w8uTNIByaoq_oed_yFfFQIaIIkbihT6Nu9t55kfFczu-mAn_JJgMI1FpRrAaKy7erJChjhPbIZVbPlQcynr8A7hZwAoKdvpkhjSbNFpTILTbNDLTYhSifpYRlR8pkpYlYtQ=s1406" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1406" data-original-width="486" height="678" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg0Qu6P4cTtrZpkUBovSOFUAnmMVBtTA7t1LTrLwWhGhTjtt2XaKIQO7E5w8uTNIByaoq_oed_yFfFQIaIIkbihT6Nu9t55kfFczu-mAn_JJgMI1FpRrAaKy7erJChjhPbIZVbPlQcynr8A7hZwAoKdvpkhjSbNFpTILTbNDLTYhSifpYRlR8pkpYlYtQ=w235-h678" width="235" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-25135042071689207972021-08-28T11:35:00.002-05:002021-08-29T11:08:51.879-05:00To 'E' Or Not To 'E' - Good Question<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">One thing I have noticed while researching troopers buried in South Dakota and it's really surprising when you think about it... headstones with the wrong information. Where are the family and friends of the deceased? Don't they notice that the dates are wrong? Or the name isn't spelled correctly? This weird reality extends to documents, both official and personal, as well. Birth and death certificates with the wrong information. Military records with incorrect names, dates, company assignments, etc. It makes life unnecessarily difficult on those of us trying to research these guys.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Indeed, a 2010 US Army report to Congress found that a shocking one in four graves at Arlington National Cemetery may contain discrepancies. Officials found that internal records did not match with 64,230 headstones. There were misspelled names, incorrect ranks, and wrong dates of birth and death.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">This brings us to Max and Annie Goetze.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span>Max Goetze joined the 7th Cavalry at St. Louis in 1861 and was in G troop. He served with Custer in the Black Hills in 1874. After his discharge in the 80s he became a rancher, and later drove the ambulance at the post. </span> Max died of pneumonia on Feb. 25, 1903 at the age of 54 years. Max had a funeral service with full military honors (he was a member of the Regular Army and of the Navy Union). </span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;">From the Sturgis Advertiser (newspaper) of November 22, 1892: Max Goetz [notice the missing 'e'] has received a patent for an improved "Railway Coach" to prevent accidents in collisions from the US Patent Office. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;">Max's wife Annie was previously married to 7th trooper David McWilliams and they had one son, James. David died of a laudanum overdose. It is listed as a suicide but could have just as easily been an accidental overdose. She later married Max and they resided in Sturgis. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;">The Sturgis Weekly Record published obituaries for both Max and Annie and in each their name is spelled 'Goetze.'</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Max and Annie Goetze are buried next to each other in the Fort Meade Post Cemetery. When you are standing at their graves notice that Max has an 'e' at the end of his last name and it's missing on Annie's headstone</span>. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtqp_eG3JKkxJ_FIqCjpOEIChHIL9eubqWa3nUg23EVZ97jHXSuW1CJ1z3bgFQqUWHPhGmGv10BLloOJWd7tAVAtBa2DtwCe2xXhGdKl4EKc4ZB7LJ0iAC8msu3hQLxvth-o_xrY6NVI9/s2048/Goetze+%25285%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtqp_eG3JKkxJ_FIqCjpOEIChHIL9eubqWa3nUg23EVZ97jHXSuW1CJ1z3bgFQqUWHPhGmGv10BLloOJWd7tAVAtBa2DtwCe2xXhGdKl4EKc4ZB7LJ0iAC8msu3hQLxvth-o_xrY6NVI9/w200-h150/Goetze+%25285%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgvAUw7Ct021OLwXSnWP__RVt7yFsbHDWujwSGLe3yx3HIDMlraNGaN1C6BiJjBrxJCFqaN5V7JjuJYlwEud6NTPIyHfrOhQ4AYsMAd6ayQ8s3zdRxY6u487SufT-wSZijT1-_QfiDkGa/s2048/Goetze+%25283%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgvAUw7Ct021OLwXSnWP__RVt7yFsbHDWujwSGLe3yx3HIDMlraNGaN1C6BiJjBrxJCFqaN5V7JjuJYlwEud6NTPIyHfrOhQ4AYsMAd6ayQ8s3zdRxY6u487SufT-wSZijT1-_QfiDkGa/w200-h150/Goetze+%25283%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://7thtroopers.blogspot.com/p/goetze-max.html" target="_blank">MAX GOETZE PAGE</a></div></div><table>
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</tbody></table>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757018480167302157.post-50963415082676470892021-07-17T08:28:00.000-05:002021-07-17T08:28:01.898-05:00No TrespassingThose of us who are interested in the Indian Wars of the Great Plains will often travel quite a distance to see a small marker, a "special" pile of rocks, or some other significant history related site. Many of these are either on private land or are only accessible by crossing private property. This post is meant as a reminder to please be respectful of landowners and ask permission to access or cross their property. <div><br /></div><div>One of the first posts I made on this website pertained to the John Cunningham and George Turner markers in Wyoming. Cunningham and Turner both died during Custer's 1874 Black Hills Expedition. Cunningham and Turner died under very different circumstances but were buried next to each other on a small hillside near the one of the Expedition's former campsites, 14 miles south of present-day Sundance, Wyoming. </div><div><br /></div><div>After the troopers were buried, fires were built atop their graves in an effort to conceal the plots. This was done to prevent the bodies from being disinterred by Indians.</div><div><br /></div><div>The photos below are from my visit to the site back in June 2016.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihz4KNZwzpIyaBeOJjlomPjtzWCtLrdDs4WEifY2w_2gm_BnYe4HSx71CHg0tjNGJcNyLnkdsx_PBVxH-udChhPrOt9HmHsUMQ06BH4F7k9ymcJqm24MvbugkfVZG3anjAXWsKfN3aS_Bw/s2048/3.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihz4KNZwzpIyaBeOJjlomPjtzWCtLrdDs4WEifY2w_2gm_BnYe4HSx71CHg0tjNGJcNyLnkdsx_PBVxH-udChhPrOt9HmHsUMQ06BH4F7k9ymcJqm24MvbugkfVZG3anjAXWsKfN3aS_Bw/s320/3.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John Cunningham and George Turner graves.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyh3xPmMgnKrmBhTvUTbIYBrH84quADWJkO3fd7h2UBf3TJ4mFJ-1mv1CbQ7BB_MsF2P26tba0EnE_uv8S9lMXoF2-yVIitR3rYUBGn6pGbiGNCYbx_pwhoFnqCS1HmEJm2hNYfymGRiZO/s2048/2.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyh3xPmMgnKrmBhTvUTbIYBrH84quADWJkO3fd7h2UBf3TJ4mFJ-1mv1CbQ7BB_MsF2P26tba0EnE_uv8S9lMXoF2-yVIitR3rYUBGn6pGbiGNCYbx_pwhoFnqCS1HmEJm2hNYfymGRiZO/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Cunningham and Turner graves with Inyan Kara mountain in the distance.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>A few weeks ago I decided to take a drive out to Devil's Tower, Wyoming. On the way I figured I would stop by the Cunningham/Turner graves and get some updated photos. Imagine my surprise when I was greeted with the following...<div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRahjg8kqr3UzXZy__F3YvKKcn6xSvi37yQiTedW0GyHs_KgxLfZeGNZjtSlOT-zip1Bq5_8FvDHjdOyJhxSKwMnhaTqvAupBBHf8gx_nCdJ4DQlHMUWn0s0qhJaG4pSFX5WySZ44Kj206/s4608/DSCN1576.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRahjg8kqr3UzXZy__F3YvKKcn6xSvi37yQiTedW0GyHs_KgxLfZeGNZjtSlOT-zip1Bq5_8FvDHjdOyJhxSKwMnhaTqvAupBBHf8gx_nCdJ4DQlHMUWn0s0qhJaG4pSFX5WySZ44Kj206/s320/DSCN1576.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The graves are on the hillside and a No Trespassing sign has been posted.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXu257pJzR2H2T_CkSA-ZKusMEVDfxuumqRHukMF9ufFZl7JnCu3p1PoAOtHGOlc1GEPPBnMHqp7bVJD48FQXF4BSPdvX0fc1QAGmBMJgsLuXD01eWEa2OYzI4poSICGJvzV6-1KHkqKb/s4608/DSCN1577.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXu257pJzR2H2T_CkSA-ZKusMEVDfxuumqRHukMF9ufFZl7JnCu3p1PoAOtHGOlc1GEPPBnMHqp7bVJD48FQXF4BSPdvX0fc1QAGmBMJgsLuXD01eWEa2OYzI4poSICGJvzV6-1KHkqKb/s320/DSCN1577.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No Trespassing sign closing off access to the Cunningham/Turner graves.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Further investigation has revealed that instead of simply walking the short distance to the graves, people were driving ATV vehicles up to the site. In addition a geocache was placed on the property and published to a popular website, drawing even more people to the area hunting for the hidden cache.</div><div><br /></div><div>All this prompted the landowner to post No Trespassing signs on the property. Now the area is shutdown. Simple courtesy and respect was all that was needed to visit the site previously. All that has changed now due to the actions of a few idiots. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some Best Practices to follow when you’re out chasing history:</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Do not trespass; always respect private property. Obtain permission from the landowner.</li><li>Never do anything that might contaminate wells, creeks or other water supplies.</li><li>Respect the property. Leave gates as they are found, do not damage crops.</li><li>Never deliberately disturb wild or domestic animals.</li><li>Never litter. Always gather or collect any trash or debris you create or find.</li><li>Leave as little sign of your passing as possible. </li></ul><div>A little common sense and respect will go a long way to insuring these sites are available for access in the future.</div></div><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Scott Nelsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07145509262214225576noreply@blogger.com0