22/12/2024
THE INDIAN WAR of 1864 CONCLUDES – THE BLOODY YEAR on the PLAINS (1865) BEGINS – THE 160th COMMEMORATION of EVENTS
It was nearly a month before the 3d CO Vol. Cavalry returned to Camp Weld within the friendly confines of Denver City. After Sand Creek Chivington kept his men out scouring the Arkansas River valley for other Indians deemed hostile. But, the colonel pushed the horsemen so hard that the animals began to collapse from exhaustion. Major Sayr recorded in his journal on December 9th, “Marched 30 Miles and camped 3 Miles east of Sand Creek Quite Pleasant— Twelve horses gave out and were shot today.” The officers deliberated and concluded to abandon the pursuit of the roving bands. Individuals like George Bent were among those Cheyennes who were fortunate enough to escape the battlefield. He and his people, along with the Arapahoes under Little Raven who sensed the impending danger before the fight, managed to elude the prowling eyes of the Army.
On Thursday, December 22d, only three days before Christmas, the “bloody Third” (the derisive term “bloodless” being now inapplicable) paraded through the streets of Denver being showered with accolades and hearty thanks by the teeming populace. The 'Rocky Mountain News' lauded, “The return of the Third Regiment boys from the victorious field of Indian warfare was the grand feature of to-day. Those ten companies. . .who have stood the severity of the season, the snow storms of the Bijou Basin, the fatigues of forced marches, and the deprivation of all comforts both by day and night—camping where the hostile savage was expected to be met, or following the red assassins to their strongholds in the interior of the desert—were the admired of all observers, on their entry into town this morning.”
The citizenry who “thronged” Ferry, Larimer, G, and Blake streets to gaze at the “gallant boys” saw something else. They saw the grisly trophies of war – Indian scalps. During the unbridled glee of deliverance from the terror of the enemy these residents of Denver were too caught up in the excitement to fully understand the blood lust of Sand Creek. Or perhaps they chose to ignore it or turned a blind eye to the meaning of these awful spoils of war. Nonetheless, many were displayed. In the same edition of the News, a grim observation was noted. “Cheyenne scalps are getting as thick here now as toads in Egypt. Everybody has got one, and is anxious to get another to send east.”
Meanwhile, far to the east on a tiny tributary of the S. Republican River called Cherry Creek (not to be confused with the watercourse which flows into Denver) the Cheyennes and Arapahoes, now joined by the Lakota were encamped in a large village laying out murderous plans of their own to exact revenge. George Bent relates the story, “after Sand Creek, in the camp on the head of the Smoky Hill, while the Indians were all mourning for the dead, they made up their minds to send around a war pipe and attack the whites at once. This was an uncommon thing, to begin a war in the dead of winter, but the Cheyennes were very mad and would not wait.”