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If they refused death would be their lot. They knew him. His word had always been kept. Their case was hopeless, and they came in and gave themselves up, nearly four hundred in all, with their horses and plunder.
Back over the rough mountain trail went Crook and his one company, in charge of six hundred of the wildest and fiercest savages in America. There was scarcely a moment in that long march in which the lives of himself and his men were safe. Yet he did not fear. His honest and just dealing with the Indians had won their friendship and they trusted him as he trusted them. They came safely back, and the captives settled quietly down upon their reservation.
Crook had won the confidence of the Government as well as that of the Indians, and for the two years following the management of Indian affairs in that quarter was left entirely in his hands. During that time there were no hostilities. Traders, with their disturbing methods, were not permitted on the reservation. The Chiricahuas were put at work on farms, cash was paid them for army supplies, and within three years this once intractable tribe had become a peaceful and self-supporting ward of the Government.
Once more only in his life did George Crook take to the war-path. The vicious “ Indian ring" at Washington was constantly doing its best to get possession of the fertile Indian lands, and it succeeded in having a law passed ordering the six thousand Apaches to leave their reservation and go to another. The latter proved a place where the soil was arid, the water brackish, and flies a torment, and the result was what might have been expected. The Indians broke into revolt, and soon there was again a reign of terror.
The famous war chief Geronimo was at the head of this revolt. In May, 1885, he escaped from Fort Apache with a band of more than a hundred warriors, women, and children. Crook was put upon the track of the fugitives and pressed the pursuit for hundreds of miles without getting within gunshot of the band. Finally, the long chase ended in the running down of Geronimo; but Crook held the wily savage only one night, when he escaped. The next night he stole back to the camp, carried off his wife, and was out of reach before he could be pursued.
This ended Crook's connection with the matter, other Indian fighters, Miles and Lawton, being sent to hunt Geronimo, while he was relieved at his own request. In our sketches of these two men the remainder of this story will be told. Crook was made a majorgeneral in 1888 and put in command of the department of the Missouri, with head-quarters at Chicago. Here he died on March 21, 1890.
HENRY W. LAWTON, A VETERAN OF
GENERAL LAWTON, the old soldier who met his fate in a Philippine bullet, after passing unscathed through so many battles that he thought himself invulnerable, was one of the most interesting characters in our recent military history. Not trained for war at West Point, like all those of the Civil War period whose stories we have told, he began his career in the ranks, and worked his way upwards by dint of courage and ability, till he ended as one of the chief leaders in the Philippine war. As one of those who climbed from the bottom to the top, and who was one of our bravest and most skilful Indian fighters, his story justly belongs here.
Henry Ware Lawton was born in Manhattan, now a suburb of Toledo, Ohio, March 17, 1843. He was sent to a Methodist college at Fort Wayne, Ind., in 1854, and was still a student there in 1861, when the Civil War began. A boy of eighteen at that time, he hastened to enlist, entering a regiment in the three months' service on April 18, three days after the President's call for troops. His position in his company was that of first sergeant, but on his reënlistment at the end of the three months' term, his good conduct had won a standing that brought him the rank of first lieutenant in the Thirtieth Indiana regiment, the organization with which he remained connected until the end of the war.
Lawton passed through the war unharmed, though his regiment fought in over twenty battles, and only a small percentage of its original members lived to see their homes again. At Shiloh it suffered very severely, and it saw heavy fighting at Stone River and Chickamauga and in the battles of Sherman's advance upon Atlanta. Lawton was now captain of his company, having been promoted on May 17, 1862. His most notable service was during the battles before Atlanta, where, on August 31, 1864, he led a charge of skirmishers against the enemy's rifle-pits, captured them, and repulsed three desperate attempts to recapture them. For this gallant service he was awarded by Congress a medal of honor.
Taking part in the expedition sent to Nashville to oppose Hood in his march against Sherman's communications, he fought bravely under Schofield at the battle of Franklin and under Thomas at the battle of Nashville. In the latter he commanded his regiment, though ranking still as captain. He was promoted to lieutenant-colonel on February 10, 1865, and on March 13 was given the brevet rank of colonel, as a reward for gallant service during the war.
The war over, Lawton left the army for a time, studying law at Fort Wayne and Harvard, but the old war spirit was too strong in him to be kept down, and in 1867 he left Harvard to enter the regular army, being commissioned second lieutenant in the Fortyfirst Infantry, a regiment of colored troops. Shortly afterwards he was made first lieutenant, and was gradually advanced during later years, not reaching the grade of colonel until 1898.
Lawton's field of activity was largely in the far West, where he took part in some of the most arduous and successful Indian wars of the period, serving under General R. S. Mackenzie, and later under Crook in Arizona. But his most distinguished service was in 1886 under Miles, who had succeeded General Crook in the campaign against Geronimo.
We have told the story of how Crook pursued and captured Geronimo, and how the wily Apache chief escaped. This famous chief was accounted the most dangerous man in his ferocious tribe, and strenuous efforts were made to run him down and capture him. It was a task of the greatest difficulty, and would have been hopeless except in the hands of men trained in every device of the Indians themselves and hardened to the perils and hardships of desert life. Chato, a cousin of Geronimo, and like him a leading chief, came to the aid of the whites in their efforts to overtake the blood-thirsty fugitive, whom he professed to hate. Later events indicated, however, that the two were allies, and that Chato, by means only known to themselves, signalled Geronimo and helped him to avoid his pursuers.
Geronimo met his fate at last, when Miles put Lawton on his track. A giant in strength and stature, absolutely fearless, and with all the endurance of an Apache, Lawton vowed to run down the daring fugitive, even if he had to pursue him to the City of Mexico. He did chase him and his band for a distance of thirteen hundred miles, over the Sierra Madre Mountains and far into Mexico, there being an agreement between the United States and Mexico which permitted the despatch of troops over the frontier when on the track of marauding Indians.
There is nothing in the history of Indian warfare more marked by daring, endurance, and persistence than Lawton's pursuit of the raiding Apaches. The