Comanche

And, well, they made a deal with the Germans.

the Comanches, and, well, it stuck for many years, and the Comanches ended up getting thumped and whatever, and the Germans carried on, and so did Fredericksburg, Fredericksburg carried on, and went through a whole bunch of stuff, including World War I, World War II, and here we are now.

The scene opens up at the, there's this chick, right, she's probably 42, 50, somewhere around there, a little bit heavyweight, has a cross around her neck, and she's white, right, German descent, at least native Fredericksburgian.

I can tell by the features that she has, the people that grew up around here, some of them have a distinct European look and, well, I don't know about the feel because, well, you know, it's YouTube.

The next day about nightfall I crossed Catch Creek and saw at my right in a bend of the creek an elevated bench on which a teepee was pitched.

There were two Indians standing about one a large fleshy good-natured man the other thin with large prominent cheekbones a typical Comanche.

Comanche.A large flock of children ran out to greet me.

I must confess that I felt a little uneasy at being so entirely alone and at the mercy of these Indians, but I made the best of it, and as several turkeys were lying on the ground, I told the good-natured man that I wanted his squaw to cook me one for supper.

This she proceeded to do, removing the breast and putting it on a wooden spit, which she stuck in the ground before a large bed of coals and constantly turned until the meat was done.

This was all done so naturally that I thought nothing of it, until I got up on the level prairie, where I could see for miles ahead.

As far as the eye could reach, column after column of smoke was rising through the still morning air.

It was thirty miles from the crossing at Cat Creek to Fort Sill, yet when I presented my letter to Major Guy Henry in his office at nine o'clock in the next morning, the first question he asked was, Did you leave the crossing at Cat Creek about sunrise yesterday morning? And when I answered that I had, he said that probably about ten or fifteen minutes after I left the creek, the Comanche chief had received notice by smoke signal that one man was coming over the trail toward the fort.

Now that's uncommon curous.

I've lived on raw liver and marrow bones for two or three days at a time when we was chased by the Comanche engines and didn't dare to make a fire, and it's real good it is.

Won't you try it now? Cameron shook his head.

No, thank ye.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org This reading by Allison Hester of Athens, Georgia The Dog Crusoe and His Master by R.M. Ballantyne Chapter 25 Dangers of the Prairie Our Travelers Attacked by Indians and Delivered in a Remarkable Manner There are periods in the life of almost all men when misfortunes seem to crowd upon them in rapid succession, when they escape from one danger only to encounter another, and when, to use a well-known expression, they succeed in leaping out of the frying pan at the expense of plunging into the fire.

So was it with our three friends upon this occasion.

They were scarcely rid of the Blackfeet, who found them too watchful to be caught napping, when, about daybreak one morning, they encountered a roving band of Comanche Indians who wore such a warlike aspect that Joe deemed it prudent to avoid them if possible.

They don't see us yet, I guess, said Joe as he and his companions drove the horses into a hollow between the grassy waves of the prairie.

For not only is a command habitually dependent on them for good routes and comfortable camps, but the officer in command must rely on their knowledge of the position and movements of the enemy.

Our best Indian officers are quick to recognize these traits in those claiming frontier lore, and to no one in the military history of the West has such deference been shown by them as to W.F. Cody, as is witnessed by the continuous years of service he has passed, the different commands he has served, the expeditions and campaign he has been identified with, his repeated holding, when he desired, of the position of chief of scouts of the United States Army, and the intimate association and contact resulting from it with General W.T. Sherman, with whom he was at the making of the Comanche and Kiowa Treaty in 1866, General Phil Sheridan, who has often given him special recognition and chosen him to organize expeditions, notably that of Duke Alexis, old General Harney, Generals Forsythe, Merritt, Brisbane, Emery, Gibbon, Terry, McKenzie, Carr, W.S. Hancock, Crook, Pope, Miles, Ord, Auger, Royal, Hazen, Duncan, Palmer, Penrose, and the late lamented General Custer.

His history, in fact, would be almost a history of the Middle West, and, though younger, equaling in terms of service and in personal adventure Kit Carson, old Jim Bridger, California Joe, Wild Bill, and the rest of his dead associates.

As another evidence of the confidence placed in his frontiersmanship, it may suffice to mention the celebrities whose money and position most naturally sought out the best protection the Western market could afford, and who chose to place their lives in this keeping.

Chapter seven: A Most Famous Ride.

In the early spring of 1868, at the outbreak of the violent Indian War, General Sheridan, from his headquarters at Hayes City, dispatched Cody as guide and scout to Captain Parker at Fort Larned.

Several bands of Comanches and Kiowas were in the vicinity, and Buffalo Bill, after guiding General Hazen and an escort of 20 men to Fort Sara, 30 miles distant, started to return to Larned alone.

At Pawnee Rock, about halfway, he found himself suddenly surrounded by about 40 warriors.

That is not something you want to be known for.

The jail also served as a Native American raid shelter offering protection against Comanche Native Americans.

I probably butchered that with whom Campbell was well acquainted.

Campbell fought the Comanches a few years earlier in Texas, Texas' bloody battle for independence.

The war may have been won, but tension and fighting persisted between them and the white settlers.

It only got worse with the council house fight on March 19, 1840, a peace talk gone bloody when Comanche peace chiefs and warriors were killed.

the outraged uh i just i hate that i'm probably saying this wrong the outraged comanche caught word and sought vengeance vengeance succeeding with campbell uh who participated in the massacre stabbing him 27 times

right scalping

And of course, activism and leadership by Native American women is nothing new and extends beyond the scope of MMIW alone.

Consider LaDonna Harris, a Comanche activist who in the 1960s spearheaded Oklahomans for Indian opportunity, the very first intertribal coalition in the state.

This was a big deal in an era when people from many different native nations had begun coming together in new and powerful ways to advocate for improved conditions.

Harris went on to serve on Lyndon B. Johnson's National Council on Indian Opportunity and later to found Americans for Indian Opportunity, a much broader version of the work she'd begun in Oklahoma.

I shouldn't be insensitive.

They're not Comanche.

Come on.

[laughs] Those savage headhunters from the Hejaz.