Marsh Huffman and Geronimo
"I
told General Henry W. Lawton I would just as leave see my coffin as to
accompany him to interview Geronimo", is the way "Marsh"
Huffman began the story of his experiences in the West which took place in
the 1880's. He told his story to a reporter in 1927 who talked with him at
his home two miles west of Cataract in Owen County [Indiana].
He was born there December 1, 1850 in a log cabin.
I
enlisted in the army at Indianapolis in 1886 and it wasn't long until I
was marching under the colors in Arizona.
You
know the government had been having a lot of trouble with the Apaches out
there. General Lawton was commissioned to round up Geronimo and his band
of Indians who had been doing a lot of mischief in Arizona and it happened
I was chosen for the expedition.
General
Leonard Wood was then in the party serving as a line officer and doctor.
He had been offered $250 a month if he could stand the job and he fought
and looked after our medical wants without a hitch.
There
was one time he came under my personal care, even though I didn't know one
medicine from another. The general was lying in his tent when a centipede
(probably scorpion) poisoned him. It wasn't long until he became almost
unmanageable and I had to sit on him to keep him in the tent. He told me
what applications to make and I must have been a good student for it was
only a few days until he was up and going. General Wood was a real man.
I
suppose there must have been several thousand men under Lawton when we
began to get on Geronimo's tracks. We chased the bunch out of Arizona and
they fled to Mexico where they made frequent raids on Sonora. One morning,
General Lawton called for me. After I saluted him, he said, "do you
see that white flag over there?" I certainly did. "Well, that's
that old Indian and I guess he's ready to give up. Anyway, you go over
there -- I judge it's about a league and a half away. See what the old
devil wants and leave your gun here".
I
started out rather light-hearted but when I approached within a hundred
yards of Geronimo's white flag, I saw several Indians in ambush with their
guns across their arms. This was in contrary to all fighting principles
you know.
I
began to lose control of my knees. It wasn't long until the stout. tough
looking chief emerged from his dog tent. His head was covered with
feathers. He cracked his heels together meaning for me to salute him. I
don't remember whether I did or not.
In
good English he asked. "do you know me?"
I
was to go back and tell General Lawton that Geronimo wanted to see him. He
was to bring
only one man, both unarmed.
Returning
to camp. I delivered the message to General Lawton. I was pretty
hungry and after a good meal of deer and antelope. I anticipated a little
rest but Lawton sent for me again and wished to know whether I wanted to
go with him. It wouldn't do me any good good to say I didn't want to, and
that's when I told him I'd just as leave see my coffin.
But
together we went and as we drew close to Geronimo, General Lawton said to
him. "I have a notion to kill you".
After
General Lawion learned Geronimo would not surrender unless Genera Miles,
stationed 200 miles back, would talk with him, we returned to headquarters
expecting to hear a bullet whizzing in our direction.
The
next day messengers were sent to General Miles through territory infested
with rattlesnakes, tarantulas and scorpions with the news that Geronimo
had agreed to surrender if the Apaches would be sent to Florida. This the
government agreed to to, and a guard was placed around the band. It was
some days before General Miles appeared in our camp. It wasn't long before
the Indians were loaded on trains bound for the southern forts. Geronimo
and his men turned over all their guns and blankets. They were burned in a
huge fire.
There
were 40 women and children with the old Indian chief.
Mr.
Huffman ended his Geronimo story by saying "when we got through with
that Geronimo mess I had served five days overtime but I wasn't caring
much for I was making $4 a day."
What
Mr. Huffman did after leaving the Army is another story.