Trumpet on the Land: The Aftermath of Custer's Massacre, 1876

The next morning the lieutenant colonel had fired off a telegram requesting of Sheridan, “Please authorize me Wm. F. Cody at Cheyenne. Could I get Pawnees as Indian Scouts; I had them in sixty-nine.”

Sheridan promptly wired back, “You can employ Cody. Will try to obtain Pawnees, but doubt success.”

On the night of 5 June Companies A, B, D, and K departed Fort Hays, railed west to Denver, then north to Cheyenne, where on the seventh Major John J. Upham met them with his battalion of Companies I, C, and G ordered up from Fort Gibson and Camp Supply in Indian Territory. A day later M Company arrived from Fort Lyon, Colorado Territory. Then on the ninth King was asked to ride in to Cheyenne rail station, there to await the arrival of no less than Buffalo Bill Cody himself, expected on the semiweekly westbound. What a joyous stir that reunion had caused for the veterans of the sixty-nine campaign in the regiment to see the famous scout and their beloved regimental commander side by side once more.

“With them two together,” cheered one of the old noncoms, “the Fighting Fifth is ready to get the jump on all the Sitting Bulls and Crazy Horses in the hull danged Sioux tribe!”

Two days later eight companies of mounted troopers set away for Fort Laramie, where they were told they would receive orders from Division Headquarters.

King hadn’t fought the Sioux or Cheyenne before, only Apache in the southwestern deserts of Arizona Territory, a land of cactus and centipede, where he was seriously wounded and narrowly escaped capture during a fierce skirmish at Sunset Pass. Without question, to a veteran Indian fighter like the lieutenant, the campaign trail was far preferable to fort duty.

This was a fighting outfit, the Fifth Cavalry. First organized in 1855, the regiment saw its initial Indian service across the arid plains of west Texas, fighting Lipan, Tonkawa, and the fierce Comanche until the outbreak of the rebellion in the South.

In 1866 when Albany-born and Milwaukee-raised King graduated from West Point, he was carrying on for his famous father, Rufus King, himself a member of the class of thirty-three. With the first shot fired at Fort Sumter in the Civil War, the senior King quickly set about organizing the legendary Iron Brigade, of which he became major general following the regiment’s defense of Washington City. Young Charles accompanied his father in those early months of the war as a mounted orderly, a volunteer position without pay. Firsthand he watched the formation of the famous Army of the Potomac, but before he could become a part of it, young King received his appointment to the U.S. Military Academy from President Lincoln. He was bound and determined to make something of himself, coming from such a distinguished bloodline: Grandfather King, another Charles, served as president of Columbia College, and Great-grandfather had been a signer of the Constitution of the United States and the last candidate of the Federalist party for President.

On Reconstruction duty in the South after graduation, King’s battery of light artillery was often called out to quell riots. The mere arrival of his platoon with their Gatling guns never failed to disperse the noisy crowds of rabble. Three years later he was assigned to recruiting duty in Cincinnati, where in off-duty hours he played with the Red Stockings, a pioneer professional baseball team.

In 1870 he was promoted to first lieutenant and assigned to the Fifth Cavalry, then stationed at Fort McPherson, where he first saw the famous scout Bill Cody. It was while he was serving in detached duty in New Orleans that King married Adelaide Lavender Yorke. In seventy-four Charles rejoined his regiment at Camp Verde in Arizona. Many were the times he remembered the fierce fights at Diamond Butte and Black Mesa, but nothing awoke him at night like nightmares he suffered remembering that fight at Sunset Pass on the first day of November 1874. If Sergeant Bernard Taylor hadn’t pulled King over his shoulder and carried the lieutenant out of those rocks …

Charles tried hard to think on other things when those vivid, black memories returned to haunt him. The wound kept King from active duty for more than a year, but at least he survived.

About the time he returned to his K Company, the Fifth was being transferred back to the plains, and by the time King arrived back in Kansas, Carr appointed him regimental adjutant as the nation began to murmur rumors of one final campaign to end the Indian troubles on the northern plains.

Now, here at Laramie, in the midst of so many officers’ wives with their husbands already off to the north with Crook, Charles dwelt that much more often on his sweet Adelaide, who had elected to stay behind with her parents in New Orleans. How his heart yearned to walk across this parade with her, to sit beside her, to hold her hand and gaze into her eyes with that longing only youth can know.