Geronimo His Own Story
Part I: The Apaches
Part II: The Mexicans
Part III: The White Men
Part IV: The Old And The New
Part II: The Mexicans
As soon as we had again collected some arms and supplies Mangus-Colorado,
our chief, called a council and found that all our warriors were
willing to take the war path against Mexico. I was appointed to
solicit the aid of other tribes in this war.
When I went to the Chokonen (Chiricahua) Apaches, Cochise, their
chief, called a council at early dawn. Silently the warriors assembled
at an open place in a mountain dell and took their seats on the
ground, arranged in rows according to their ranks. Silently they
sat smoking. At a signal from the chief I arose and presented my
cause as follows:
"Kinsman, you have heard what the Mexicans have recently done
without cause. You are my relatives--uncles, cousins, brothers.
We are men the same as the Mexicans are--we can do to them what
they have done to us. Let us go forward and trail them--I will lead
you to their city--we will attack them in their homes. I will fight
in the front of the battle--I only ask you to follow me to avenge
this wrong done by these Mexicans--will you come? It is well--you
will all come.
Remember the rule in war--men may return or they may be killed.
If any of these young men are killed I want no blame from their
kinsmen, for they themselves have chosen to go. If I am killed no
one need mourn for me. My people have all been killed in that country,
and I, too, will die if need be."
I returned to my own settlement, reported this success to my chieftain,
and immediately departed to the southward into the land of the Nedni
Apaches. Their chief, Whoa, heard me without comment, but he immediately
issued orders for a council, and when all were ready gave a sign
that I might speak. I addressed them as I had addressed the Chokonen
tribe, and they also promised to help us.
It was in the summer of 1859, almost a year from the date of the
massacre of Kaskiyeh, that these three tribes were assembled on
the Mexican border to go upon the war path. Their faces were painted,
the war bands fastened upon their brows their long scalp-locks ready
for the hand and knife of the warrior who would overcome them. Their
families had been hidden away in a mountain rendezvous near the
Mexican border. With these families a guard was posted, and a number
of places of rendezvous designated in case the camp should be disturbed.
When all were ready the chieftains gave command to go forward.
None of us were mounted and each warrior wore moccasins and also
a cloth wrapped about his loins. This cloth could be spread over
him when he slept, and when on the march would be ample protection
as clothing. In battle, if the fight was hard, we did not wish much
clothing. Each warrior carried three days' rations, but as we often
killed game while on the march, we seldom were without food.
We traveled in three divisions: the Bedonheko Apaches led by Mangus-Colorado,
the Chokonen Apaches by Cochise, and the Nedni Apaches by Whoa;
however, there was no regular order inside the separate tribes.
We usually marched about fourteen hours per day, making three stops
for meals, and traveling forty to forty-five miles a day.
I acted as guide into Mexico, and we followed the river courses
and mountain ranges because we could better thereby keep our movements
concealed. We entered Sonora and went southward past Quitaro, Nacozari,
and many smaller settlements.
When we were almost at Arispe we camped, and eight men rode out
from the city to parley with us. These we captured, killed, and
scalped. This was to draw the troops from the city, and the next
day they came. The skirmishing lasted all day without a general
engagement, but just at night we captured their supply train, so
we had plenty of provisions and some more guns.
That night we posted sentinels and did not move our camp, but rested
quietly all night, for we expected heavy work the next day. Early
the next morning the warriors were assembled to pray--not for help,
but that they might have health and avoid ambush or deceptions by
As we had anticipated, about ten o'clock in the morning the whole
Mexican force came out. There were two companies of cavalry and
two of infantry. I recognized the cavalry as the soldiers who had
killed my people at Kaskiyeh. This I told to the chieftains, and
they said that I might direct the battle.
I was no chief and never had been, but because I had been more
deeply wronged than others, this honor was conferred upon me, and
I resolved to prove worthy of the trust. I arranged the Indians
in a hollow circle near the river, and the Mexicans drew their infantry
up in two lines, with the cavalry in reserve. We were in the timber,
and they advanced until within about four hundred yards, when they
halted and opened fire. Soon I led a charge against them, at the
same time sending some braves to attack the rear. In all the battle
I thought of my murdered mother, wife, and babies--of my father's
grave and my vow of vengeance, and I fought with fury. Many fell
by my hand, and constantly I led the advance. Many braves were killed
The battle lasted about two hours.
At the last four Indians were alone in the center of the field--myself
and three other warriors. Our arrows were all gone, our spears broken
off in the bodies of dead enemies. We had only our hands and knives
with which to fight, but all who had stood against us were dead.
Then two armed soldiers came upon us from another part of the field.
They shot down two of our men and we, the remaining two, fled toward
our own warriors. My companion was struck down by a saber, but I
reached our warriors, seized a spear, and turned. The one who pursued
me missed his aim and fell by my spear. With his saber I met the
trooper who had killed my companion and we grappled and fell. I
killed him with my knife and quickly rose over his body, brandishing
his saber, seeking for other troopers to kill. There were none.
But the Apaches had seen. Over the bloody field, covered with the
bodies of Mexicans, rang the fierce Apache war-whoop.
Still covered with the blood of my enemies, still holding my conquering
weapon, still hot with the joy of battle, victory, and vengeance,
I was surrounded by the Apache braves and made war chief of all
the Apaches. Then I gave orders for scalping the slain.
I could not call back my loved ones, I could not bring back the
dead Apaches, but I could rejoice in this revenge. The Apaches had
avenged the massacre of Kas-ki-yeh.
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