Three of the soldiers of the Confederacy who had formed part
of the detachment—of which Mrs. Crook's own brother, James
Daily, was another—that had captured General Crook during
the closing years of the Civil War and sent him down to Libby
prison, requested permission to attend the funeral services as a
mark of respect for their late foe. While the Rev. Dr. Moffatt
was reciting prayer, two of them whispered their names, May
and Johnson, but the third I could not learn at the moment.
I have since heard it was Ira Mason.
Among those who attended from Washington were General
Samuel Breck, Captain George S. Anderson, Captain Schofield,
Hon. George W. Dorsey, M. C. from Nebraska, Hon. Nathan Goff,
ex-Secretary of the Navy, and Hon. William McKinley, M. C.
from Ohio, who during the Civil War had served as one of
General Crook's confidential staff officers, and who through life
had been his earnest admirer and stanch friend.
As the earth closed over the remains of a man whom I had
known and loved for many years, and of whose distinguished
services I had intimate personal knowledge, the thought flitted
through my mind that there lay an exemplification of the restless
energy of the American people. Ohio had given him birth, the
banks of the Hudson had heard his recitations as a cadet, Oregon,
Washington, California, and Nevada witnessed his first feats of
arms, West Virginia welcomed him as the intelligent and energetic
leader of the army which bore her name, and Idaho, Arizona,
New Mexico, Montana, both Dakotas, Nebraska, Wyoming,
Colorado, and Utah owed him a debt of gratitude for his operations
against the hostile tribes which infested their borders and
rendered life and property insecure.
No man could attempt to write a fair description of General
Crook's great services and his noble traits of character unless he
set out to prepare a sketch of the history of the progress of civilization
west of the Missouri. I have here done nothing but lay
before the reader an outline, and a very meagre outline, of all he
had to oppose, and all he achieved, feeling a natural distrust of
my own powers, and yet knowing of no one whose association
with my great chief had been so intimate during so many years
as mine had been.
Crook's modesty was so great, and his aversion to pomp and
