No troop or squadron or regiment's gonna keep the Apaches on this reservation unless they want to stay here. Five years ago we mad...e a treaty with Cochise. He and his Cherokowas and some of the other Apache bands came on the reservation. They wanted to live here in peace and did for two years. And then Meacham, here, was sent by the Indian ring, the dirtiest, most corrupt political group in our history. And then it began--whiskey but no beef, trinkets instead of blankets, the women degraded, the children sickly, and the men turning into drunken animals. So Cochise did the only thing a decent man could do. He left. Took most of his people and crossed the Rio Bravo into Mexico.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Apache have a legend that the coyote brought them fire and that the bear in his hibernations communes with the spirits of the ..."overworld" and later imparts the wisdom gained thereby to the medicine men.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But, where the road runs near the stream, Oft through the trees they catch a glance... Of passing troops in the sun's beam-- Pennon, and plume, and flashing lance! Forth to the world those soldiers fare, To life, to cities, and to war!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Your rat tail is all the fashion now. I prefer a bushy plume, carried straight up. You are Siamese and your ancestors lived in tre...es. Mine lived in palaces. It has been suggested to me that I am a bit of a snob. How true! I prefer to be.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume,... Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Signal smokes, war drums, feathered bonnets against the western sky. New messiahs, young leaders are ready to hurl the finest ligh...t cavalry in the world against Fort Stark. In the Kiowa village, the beat of drums echoes in the pulsebeat of the young braves. Fighters under a common banner, old quarrels forgotten, Comanche rides with Arapaho, Apache with Cheyenne. All chant of war. War to drive the white man forever from the red man's hunting ground.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Custer's dead and around the bloody guidon of the immortal Seventh Cavalry lie 212 officers of the main. Sioux and Cheyenne are on... the war path. By military telegraph news of the Custer massacre is flashed across the long, long miles to the southwest. By stagecoach to the hundred settlements and the thousand farms standing under threat of Indian uprising. Pony Express riders know that one more such defeat as Custer's and it would be 100 years before another wagon train dared to cross the plain. And from the Canadian border to the Rio Bravo 10,000 Indians--Comanche, Arapaho, Sioux, and Apache under Sitting Bull, and Crazy Horse, Gaul, and Crow King--are uniting in a common war against the United States cavalry.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So here they are, the dog-faced soldiers, the regulars, the fifty-cents-a-day professionals riding the outposts of the nation, fro...m Fort Reno to Fort Apache, from Sheridan to Stark. They were all the same. Men in dirty-shirt blue and only a cold page in the history books to mark their passing. But wherever they rode and whatever they fought for, that place became the United States.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That land is like an Eagle, whose young gaze Feeds on the noontide beam, whose golden plume... Floats moveless on the storm, and in the blaze Of sunrise gleams when Earth is wrapped in gloom; An epitaph of glory for the tomb Of murdered Europe may thy fame be made, Great People! as the sands shalt thou become; Thy growth is swift as morn, when night must fade; The multitudinous Earth shall sleep beneath thy shade.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room,... She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror cracked from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »