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Identifier: deedsofvalorhowa02beye (find matches)
Title: Deeds of valor : how America's heroes won the medal of honor : personal reminiscences and records of officers and enlisted men who were awarded the congressional medal of honor for most conspicuous acts of bravery in battle : combined with an abridged history of our country's wars
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Beyer, Walter F Keydel, Oscar F. (Oscar Frederick), b. 1871
Subjects: United States. Army United States. Navy
Publisher: Detroit, Mich. : Perrien-Keydel Co.
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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ding out into the valley we discovered ColonelColes trail leading in a southerly direction, or up the river, and followed this trail,hurrying on our horses to the greatest possible speed. We pushed on unmolested byIndians until about 9 oclock, when we struck a small stream. The valley belowwas strewn with carcasses of horses and mules. The sight brought the cold sweat tomy brows. I thought Colonel Coles entire command had been massacred downthere, but soon reassured myself when I rode down into the valley and found thatthere was not a single human corpse among these bodies, and also discovered thatthe animals had all been shot in the head. Shortly after leaving this ghastly valleyI noticed an Indian riding into a chaparral alongside of the trail. There was noway of avoiding an encounter. Neither could we tell whether that Indian wasalone. We drew revolvers and charged right past the chaparral. We were imme-diately followed and fired on by seventeen Indians. Answer was given with shots
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WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU DOING HERE? — 130 — from our rifles, which killed one Indian on a horse and drove the others across theriver. As we continued on our course, these Indians recrossed and followed in ourrear, increasing in number as we proceeded until there were too many of these red-skins on our heels to count. For mile after mile, hour after hour, a hot chase andrunning fight was kept up. The longer this chase continued the more excited itgrew. At every crook and turn in the trail I expected to find Colonel Cole. This fighting, running, shooting, chasing at break-neck speed lasted from 10oclock in the morning until 3 oclock in the afternoon. Then, away in the distancewhere the valley was narrow, I saw a body of men drawn across the trail. I was surethey were men of Colonel Coles command, and my heart beat faster as I urged myhorse on to still greater speed. But what a disappointment when, on coming closer,we found them to be Indians—a large body of Sioux! — and no alt

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