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                      THREE YEARS ON THE PLAINS

  [Illustration: THE DEATH OF JOHNSON IN COLORADO.

  _Frontispiece._]


                      THREE YEARS ON THE PLAINS

                       OBSERVATIONS OF INDIANS,
                              1867-1870



                           EDMUND B. TUTTLE




         "_Like an old pine-tree, I am dead at the top._"

                   --_Speech of an old chief_



                              Dedication

                                  TO
                         GEN. W. T. SHERMAN,
        WHOSE SPLENDID TRIUMPHS IN TIMES OF WAR SHED LUSTRE UPON
                        THE NATION'S HISTORY,
                                 AND
              WHOSE WISE COUNSELS IN TIMES OF PEACE WILL
                  INCREASE THE NATION'S STRENGTH AND
                       PRESERVE ITS HONOR, THIS
                          LITTLE BOOK IS, BY
                             PERMISSION,

                       Respectfully Dedicated.




                     LETTER FROM GENERAL SHERMAN


    HEADQUARTERS, ARMY OF THE UNITED STATES, WASHINGTON, D. C.,

    June 13th, 1870.

    REV. E. B. TUTTLE, FORT D. A. RUSSELL, W. T.

    DEAR SIR,--I have your letter of June 8th, and do not, of course,
    object to your dedicating your volume on Indians to me. But please
    don't take your facts from the newspapers, that make me out as
    favoring extermination.

    I go as far as the farthest in favor of lavishing the kindness
    of our people and the bounty of the general government on those
    Indians who settle down to reservations and make the least effort
    to acquire new habits; but to those who will not settle down, who
    cling to their traditions and habits of hunting, of prowling along
    our long, thinly-settled frontiers, killing, scalping, mutilating,
    robbing, etc., the sooner they are made to feel the inevitable
    result the better for them and for us.

    To those I would give what they ask, war, till they are satisfied.

                     *       *       *       *       *

    Yours truly,

    W. T. SHERMAN, _General_.




                              CONTENTS


List of Illustrations                                          xi

Introduction                                                   11

Where did the Indians come from?                               13

Despoiling the Grave of an old Onondaga Chief                  16

The Fidelity of an Indian Chief                                22

Big Thunder--a Winnebago Chief                                 26

Indian Tradition--the Deluge                                   27

Tribes on the Plains                                           32

The Author a "Medicine-man"                                    47

The Sioux Sun Dance--Scene on the Plains of Young Warriors
  exhibiting Fortitude and Bravery in Torturing Pains--a
  Horrible Scene                                               48

Julesburg                                                      52

A Brave Boy and some Indians                                   55

An Indian Meal                                                 56

Shall the Indians be exterminated?                             59

Indians don't believe half they hear                           65

Army Officers                                                  66

What shall be done?                                            68

A Good Joke by Little Raven                                    71

How the Indian is cheated                                      72

Burial of a Chief's Daughter                                   72

An Indian Raid on Sidney Station, Union Pacific Railroad       75

Why do Indians scalp their Enemies?                            77

Indian Boy's Education                                         79

Making Presents                                                81

Indians making Signals                                         81

Merciful Indians                                               82

A Scene at North Platte                                        82

Across the Plains                                              87

Why does not the Indian meddle with the Telegraph?             89

Plum Creek Massacre                                            90

Pawnee Indians--Yellow Sun and Blue Hawk                       91

A Trip to Fort Laramie                                         92

Moss Agates                                                    95

A Young Brave                                                  97

The Head Chief--Red Cloud                                     100

Red Cloud's Journey                                           106

Phil. Kearney Massacre                                        107

Perilous Adventure--Pursuit of a Horse-Thief                  121

Hanging Horse-Thieves                                         128

An Indian Fight at Sweetwater Mines                           131

Indian Attack on the Stage-Coach going to Denver--Rev. Mr.
  Fuller's Account of Two Attempts upon his Life              135

Chaplain White says there's a time to Pray and a time
  to Fight                                                    143

Legend of "Crazy Woman's Fork"                                145

Phil. Kearney Massacre                                        149

Mauvaises Terres, or Bad Lands, Dakota                        150

Natural History--Animals on the Plains                        153

A Night Scene                                                 158

The Mission-House                                             160

Indian Language, Counting, etc.                               160

Indians attack Lieutenant W. Dougherty--Fight between Forts
  Fetterman and Reno                                          161

Speech of "White Shield," Head Chief of the Arickarees        162

Indian Trading                                                164

Red Cloud, Spotted Tail, and their Friends in Washington      167

Conclusion                                                    201

Lord's Prayer in Sioux Language                               205

Apostles' Creed                                               206

Distances                                                     206




                            ILLUSTRATIONS


The Death of Johnson in Colorado                   _frontispiece_

                                               FOLLOWING PAGE 102

Issac H. Tuttle
Indian Boys
Indian Burial
Bishop Clarkson
Group of Converted Indians
Spotted Tail and his Son


                                 MAP

Wyoming, Colorado, and Nebraska                          xii-xiii


  [Illustration: Detail from an 1877 map showing principal areas of
  Wyoming, Colorado, and Nebraska mentioned by Tuttle. Ft. D. A.
  Russell was located near Cheyenne, Wyoming. Original by S. Augustus
  Mitchell (1792-1868), 1" = 55 mi.

  Courtesy Jerome A. Greene.]




                             INTRODUCTION


The interest which boys are taking in all that relates to our Indian
tribes, and the greediness they manifest in devouring the sensational
stories published so cheaply, filling their imaginations with stories
of wild Indian life on the plains and borders, without regard to their
truthfulness, cannot but be harmful; and therefore the writer, after
three years' experience on the plains, feels desirous of giving
youthful minds a right direction, in a true history of the red men
of our forests. Thus can they teach their children, in time to come,
what kind of races have peopled this continent; especially before
civilization had marked them for destruction, and their hunting-grounds
for our possession.

The RIGHTS and WRONGS of the Indians should be told fairly, in order
that justice may be done to such as have befriended the white men who
have met the Indians in pioneer life, and been befriended often by the
savage, since the Mayflower landed her pilgrims on these shores some
two hundred and fifty years ago.

The writer proposes now only a history of Indians since he began to
know the "Six Nations" in Western New York, about forty years ago.
Since then, these have dwindled down to a handful, and do not now exist
in their separate tribal relations, but mixed in with others, far away
from the beautiful lakes they once inhabited.




WHERE DID THE INDIANS COME FROM?


The origin of the native American Indian has puzzled the wisest heads.

The most plausible theory seems to be that they are one of the lost
tribes of Israel; that they crossed a narrow frith from the confines of
Asia, and that their traditions, it is said, go far to prove it.

For instance, the Sioux tell us that they were, many moons ago, set
upon by a race larger in number than they, and were driven from the
north in great fear, till they came to the banks of the North Platte,
and finding the river swollen up to its banks, they were stopped there,
with all their women, children, and horses. The enemy was pursuing, and
their hearts grew white with fear. They made an offering to the Great
Spirit, and he blew a wind into the water, so as to open a path on the
bed of the river, and they all went over in safety, and the waters,
closing up, left their enemies on the other side. This, probably, is
derived from a tradition of their forefathers, coming down to them from
the passing of the children of Israel through the Red Sea.

Elias Boudinot, many years ago, and a minister in Vermont also,
published books to show that the American Indians were a portion of the
lost tribes, from resemblances between their religious customs and
those of the Israelites. Later still, a converted Jew named Simon,
undertook to identify the ancient South American races, Mexicans,
Peruvians, etc., as descendants of ancient Israel, from similarity of
language and of civil and religious customs. These authors have taken
as their starting-point the resolution which, Esdras informs us (in the
Apocrypha), the ten tribes took after being first placed in the cities
of the Medes, viz., that they would leave the multitude of the heathen
and go into a land wherein never mankind dwelt, that they might there
keep their laws, which God gave them; and they suppose that, in
pursuance of this resolution, the tribes continued in a northeasterly
direction until they came to Behring Straits, which they crossed, and
set foot on this continent, spreading over it from north to south,
until, at the discovery of it by Columbus, they had peopled every part.
It must be admitted that this theory is very plausible, and that if our
Indians are not the descendants of the lost tribes of Israel, they show
by their traditions and customs a knowledge of the ancient religion,
such as calling the Great Spirit Yo-he-wah, the Jehovah of the
Scriptures, and in many festivals corresponding to the Mosaic law.[1]
The country to which the ten tribes, in a journey of a year and a half,
would arrive, from the river Euphrates, east, would be somewhere
adjoining Tartary, and intercourse between the two races would easily
lead to the adoption of the religious ideas and customs of the one by
the other.

      [1] Labagh.

The gypsy tribes came from Tartary, and in my intercourse with these
wandering people, I found they had a custom somewhat like our Indians'
practice, in removing from place to place. For instance, the gypsies,
when they leave a part of their company to follow them, fix leaves in
such wise as to direct their friends to follow in their course. This is
called "_patteran_" in Romany or gypsy language. And the Indian cuts a
notch in a tree as he passes through a forest, or places stones in the
plains in such a way as to show in what direction he has gone. An
officer saw a large stone, upon which an Indian had drawn the figure of
a soldier on horseback, to indicate to others which way the soldiers
had gone.

_Origin of Evil_.--They have a tradition handed down that the Great
Spirit said they might eat of all the animals he had made, except the
beaver. But some bad Indians went and killed a beaver, and the Great
Spirit was angry and said they must all die. But after awhile he became
willing that Indians should kill and eat them, so the beaver is hunted
for his skin, and his meat is eaten as often as he suffers himself to
be caught.




DESPOILING THE GRAVE OF AN OLD ONONDAGA CHIEF.


On-on-da-ga was the name of an Indian chief, who died about the year
1830, near Elbridge, a town lying north of Auburn, in the State of New
York. This Indian belonged to the Onondagas, one of the tribes called
"the Six Nations of the IROQUOIS" (E-ro-kwa), a confederacy consisting
of the MOHAWKS, ONEIDAS, SENECAS, CAYUGAS, ONONDAGAS, and TUSCARORAS or
CHIPPEWAS. I was a lad at the time of this chief's death, having my
home in Auburn, New York, where my father was the physician and surgeon
to the State prison. My father had a cousin, who was also a doctor and
surgeon, a man of stalwart frame, raised in Vermont, named Cogswell. He
was proud of his skill in surgery, and devoted to the science. He had
learned of the death of the Onondaga chief, and conceived the idea of
getting the body out of the grave for the purpose of dissecting the old
fellow,--that is, of cutting him up and preserving his bones to hang up
on the walls of his office; of course, there was only one way of doing
it, and that was by stealing the body under cover of night, as the
Indians are very superstitious and careful about the graves of their
dead. You know they place all the trappings of the dead--his bow and
arrows, tomahawk and wampum--in the grave, as they think he will need
them to hunt and supply his wants with on his journey to the happy
hunting-grounds. They place food and tobacco, with other things, in the
grave.

Dr. Cogswell took two men one night, with a wagon, and as the distance
was only twelve miles, they performed the journey and got back safely
before daylight, depositing the body of the Indian in a barn belonging
to a Mr. Hopkins, in the north part of the town. It was soon noised
about town what they had done, and there lived a man there who
threatened to go and inform the tribe of the despoiling of the chief's
grave, unless he was paid thirty dollars to keep silence. The doctor,
being a bold, courageous man, refused to comply with a request he had
no right to make, because it was an attempt to "levy black mail," as it
is called.

Sure enough, he kept his word, and told the Onondagas, who were living
between Elbridge and Syracuse. They were very much exasperated when
they heard what had been done, and threatened vengeance on the town
where the dead chief lay.

The tribe was soon called together, and a march was planned to go up to
Auburn by the way of Skaneateles Lake,--a beautiful sheet of water
lying six miles east of Auburn. They encamped in the pine woods,--a
range called the "pine ridge,"--half-way between the two villages, and
sent a few of the tribe into Auburn for the purpose of trading off the
baskets they had made for powder and shot; but the real purpose they
had in view was to find out just where the body was (deposited in the
barn of Mr. Josiah Hopkins), intending to set fire to the barn and burn
the town, rescuing the dead chief at the same time.

For several days the town was greatly excited, and every fireside at
night was surrounded with anxious faces; the children listening with
greedy ears to narratives of Indian cruelties perpetrated during the
war with the English about Canada, in 1812; and I remember how it was
told of a cruel Indian named Philip, that he would seize little babes
from their mothers' arms and dash out their brains against the wall! No
wonder we dreamed horrid dreams of the dusky faces every night.

At that time the military did not amount to much. There was a company
of citizen soldiers there, called the "AUBURN GUARDS," numbering about
forty men, with a captain whose name I forget, but who became suddenly
seized with the idea of his unfitness to defend the town against the
threatened Indian invasion, and did the wisest thing he could, and
resigned his commission on a plea of "_sudden indisposition_." The
doctor walked the street as bold as a lion, but acting also with the
shrewd cunning of the fox. And now, my young friends, instead of
weaving a bloody romance in the style of the "Dime Novels," depicting
the terrible massacre, which might have happened, with so great a wrong
to provoke the hostility of the poor Indians, I am about to tell you
how the town was saved, and how the doctor outwitted them. If you pause
here, and guess, I think you will be far from the mark in reaching the
shrewdness of the surgeon, who had not been bred among the hills of old
Vermont for nothing.

As I said, at Auburn there is a State prison, and when the convicts
die, their bodies, unless claimed by relatives or friends within
twenty-four hours after death, are at the disposal of the surgeon for
dissection.

As good luck would have it, a negro convict died at the time of our
story; and the doctor conceived the idea of getting out of his
difficulty by transferring the dead body of the negro Jim to the
despoiled empty grave of Onondaga! This done, he easily persuaded the
Indians to go back and find the body of their chief all right: and so
he succeeded in humbugging the weak-minded Indians, while the bones of
old Onondaga were duly prepared and hung up to show students how
Indians and all men are made of bone and muscle. The doctor thought he
had done a good thing; but when I went into the office and saw the
horrid skull grinning at me, I was thankful that the spirit of old
Onondaga could not say of me, "You did it!"


II.

The most notable of the chiefs belonging to the Six Nations were
Hiawatha, Thayendanega (or Brant, his English name), Sagoyewatha, or
Red Jacket,--the most intelligent of the chiefs, and who is said to
have been the uncle of General Parker, a full-blood Chippewa, and at
one time Indian Commissioner at Washington. (Parker served as an aide
of General Grant during the war. In early life, he was a pupil at the
normal school, in Albany; and was reckoned quite a proficient in music
by Prof. Bowen.)

Most of these tribes, inhabiting the country bordering on the Mohawk
River, Onondaga Lake, Skaneateles, Owasco, Cayuga, Seneca, Ontario, and
Erie, migrated at an early day to Green Bay, and to the Straits of
Mackinaw. As remnants of the Onondagas were passing through Auburn,
they often slept on the floor of our kitchen, and they never stole
anything or did us any harm. One day, they were passing the American
Hotel, and, as usual, begged a few sixpences of all they met. A
gentleman sitting on the porch said to one of them, "No, you'll spend
it for whisky."

"Oh, no," he replied; "_give it to my wife,--he's a Methodist woman_!"

I met a tribe of Chippewas at Marquette, a short time since, on Lake
Superior, whither they had migrated from Green Bay. _An-ges-ta_, the
chief, was a tall, noble-looking fellow. He wanted the church to help
his people, who were very poor.

Said he, "We lived in Green Bay a great while, but when I looked into
our cabins and saw so many of them empty, and into the graveyard, and
counted more graves than we had living, my heart was sad, and I went
away farther toward the setting sun!"

He made an eloquent speech to the Prince of Wales on his visit to the
West, and it was pronounced a fine piece of natural oratory.

A few remnants of the New York tribes are living not far from Buffalo,
on a reservation, where they cultivate farms and have schools and
churches.

Such were the Oneidas, Onondagas, Cayugas, Senecas, Mohawks, and
Chippewas. Only one band is left in New York State now, that of the
Onondagas.

The present generation of grown people have read with delight the
beautiful novels of J. Fenimore Cooper, Esq., but they have been
disappointed in not finding any living examples of his noble heroes. As
a general thing, the Indian of our day is an untidy lord of the soil,
over which he roams unfettered by any laws of society, and often--in
his wild state--not controlled by its decencies or in possession of its
privileges. But I think this is the fault of Christians more interested
in foreign pagans, while neglecting these heathen at our own doors.




THE FIDELITY OF AN INDIAN CHIEF.


The following story about an Oneida chief is told by Judge W----:

Early in the settlement of the western part of New York, the judge was
living in Whitesboro', four miles west of Utica. All around was an
unbroken forest of beech, maple, and other trees, held by wild tribes
of Indians, who had been for ever so long owners of the soil. Judge
W----, feeling how much he was at their mercy in his lonely place, was
anxious to keep on good terms with them, and secure their friendship in
return.

Many of the chiefs had heard of his friendly ways, and went to see him,
carrying presents, because of the gifts he had sent them; but he was
much troubled that an old chief of the tribe, having great influence
with his people, had never come to see him, or sent him any presents,
or shown any signs of welcome. After awhile the judge made up his mind
to go and see the sachem in his wigwam, and thus secure a friendship he
might rely on in case of any difficulty. His family was small,--only
his daughter, a widow, and her only child, a fine boy, five years old.
So, one day he went to pay the chief a visit, taking the widow and her
son along with him. He found him seated at the door of his tent,
enjoying a nice breeze of a fine summer's morning, and was welcomed by
the old chief with kind manners and the word "Sago," meaning, "How do
you do?" Judge W---- presented his daughter and her little boy to the
old chief, and said they had come to live in his country; they were
anxious to live in peace with them, and introduce among them the arts
of civilization. Listening to these words, the chief said,--

"Brother, you ask much and promise much; what pledge can you give of
your good faith?"

_Judge._--"The honor of a man who never knew deceit."

_Sachem._--"The white man's word may be good to the white man, yet
it is but wind when spoken to the Indian."

_Judge._--"I have put my life into your hands by coming hither; is
not this a proof of my good intentions? I have trusted the Indian, and
I will not believe that he will abuse or betray my trust."

"So much is well," said the chief; "the Indian repays trust with trust:
if you will hurt him, he will hurt you. But I must have a pledge. Leave
this boy with me in my wigwam, and I will bring him back to you in
three days with my answer."

If an arrow had pierced the bosom of the young mother, she could not
have felt a sharper pang than that which the Indian's proposal had
caused her.

She flew towards her boy, who stood beside the chief looking into his
face with pleased and innocent wonder, and, snatching him to her arms,
would have rushed away with him.

A gloomy frown came over the sachem's brow, and he remained silent.

The judge knew that all their lives depended upon a right action at
once; and following his daughter, who was retreating with her child
into the woods, he said to her, "Stay, stay, my daughter; bring back
the child, I beg of you! I would not risk a hair of his head, for he is
as dear to me as to you,--but, my child, he must remain with the chief!
God will watch over him, and he will be as safe in the sachem's wigwam
as in your arms beneath your own roof." She yielded, and her darling
boy was left; but who can tell the agony of the mother's heart during
the following days?

Every night she awoke from her sleep, seeming to hear the screams of
her child calling upon its mother for help. How slowly and heavily
passed the hours away. But at last the third day came. The morning
waned away, and the afternoon was far advanced, yet the chief came not.
There was sorrow over the whole home, and the mother, pale and silent,
walked her room in despair. The judge, filled with anxious doubts and
fears, looked through the opening in the forest towards the sachem's
abode.

At last, as the rays of the setting sun were thrown upon the tops of
the tall trees around, the eagle feathers of the chief were seen
dancing above the bushes in the distance. He came rapidly, and the
little boy was at his side. He was gayly attired as a young chief: his
feet dressed in moccasins, a fine beaver-skin thrown over his
shoulders, and eagle's feathers stuck in his hair. He was laughing and
gay, and so proud of his honors that he seemed two inches taller than
before. He was soon clasped in his mother's arms, and in that brief
moment of joy she seemed to pass from death to life.

"The white man has conquered!" said the chief; "hereafter let us be
friends. You have trusted the Indian; he will repay you with confidence
and kindness."

And he was true to his word. Judge W---- lived many years, laying there
the foundation of that flourishing community which has spread over a
wide extent of western New York.

The Far West, in my childhood, meant the "Genesee country," as far as
the falls of Niagara.




BIG THUNDER--A WINNEBAGO CHIEF.


The Winnebago Indians migrated from Belvidere, Illinois, on the
Kish-wau-kie River, to Minnesota, and thence to the Omaha reservation,
in Nebraska. At Belvidere, there is a mound on which Big Thunder when
he died was set up, his body supported by posts driven in the ground.
This was done at his dying request, and in accord with his prophecy to
his tribe: "That there was to be a great and terrible fight between the
white and red men. And when the red men were about to be beaten in the
battle, he would come to life again, and rising up with a shout, would
lead his people to victory!" His tribe would visit the spot once a
year, where his body was drying away, and leave tobacco as an offering;
and the white young men would surely go there soon after and stow the
plugs away in their capacious pockets. As the town became settled,
visitors would carry off the bones as mementos of the old chief. After
they were all gone, some wags would place the bones of some dead sheep
for relic-hunters to pick up and carry home as the bones of a noble
chief.

I have seen the stakes, which was all that remained of "Big Thunder"
after he was dried up and blown away.




INDIAN TRADITION--THE DELUGE.


The Oneidas have a tradition about the deluge, which is very singular.
According to their story, an unlimited expanse of water covered the
whole space now occupied by the world we live in.

At this time the whole human family dwelt in a country situated in the
upper regions of the air. Everything needed for comfort and pleasure
was found. The people did not know what death was, nor its attendant,
sickness or disease; and their minds were free from jealousy, hatred,
or revenge.

At length it happened that all of this was changed, and care and
trouble came to them.

A certain youth was seen to withdraw himself from the circle of social
amusements, and he wandered away alone in the groves, as his favorite
resort.

Care and sorrow marked his countenance, and his body, from long
abstinence from food, began to make him look to his friends like a
skeleton of a man. Anxious looks could not solve the mystery of his
grief; and by-and-by, weakened in body and soul, he yielded to his
companions, and promised to disclose the cause of his trouble, on
condition that they would dig up by the roots a certain pine-tree, lay
him in his blanket by the edge of the hole, and place his wife by his
side; at once all hands were ready. The fatal tree was taken up by the
roots; in doing which the earth was opened, and a passage made into the
abyss below. The blanket was spread by the hole; the youth lay upon it
the wife also (soon to be a mother) took her seat by his side. The
crowd, anxious to know the cause of such strange and unheard-of
conduct, pressed close around; when, all of a sudden, to their horror
and surprise, he seized upon the woman and threw her headlong into the
regions of darkness below! Then, rising from the ground, he told the
people that he had for some time suspected that his wife was untrue to
him, and so, having got rid of the cause of his trouble, he would soon
recover his health and spirits.

All those amphibious animals which now inhabit this world then roamed
through the watery waste to which this woman, in her fall, was now
hastening. The loon first discovered her coming, and called a council
in haste to prepare for her reception,--observing that the animal which
approached was a human being, and that earth was necessary for its
accommodation. The first thing to be thought of was, who should support
the burden?

The sea-bear first presented himself for a trial of his strength. At
once the other animals gathered round and jumped upon his back; while
the bear, unable to bear up such a weight, sank beneath the water, and
was by all the crowd judged unequal to support the weight of the earth.
Several others presented themselves, were tried, and found wanting. But
last of all came the turtle, modestly tendering his broad shell as the
basis of the earth now to be formed. The beasts then made a trial of
his strength to bear by heaping themselves on his back, and finding by
their united pressure they could not sink him below the surface,
adjudged him the honor of supporting the world on his back.

Thus, a foundation being found, the next subject of thought was how to
procure earth. Several of the most expert divers plunged to the bottom
of the sea and came up dead; but the _mink_ at last though he shared
the same fate, brought up in his claws a small quantity of dirt. This
was placed on the back of the turtle.

In the mean while the woman kept on falling, till at last she alighted
on the turtle's back. The earth had already grown to the size of a
man's foot where she stood, with one foot covering the other. By-and-by
she had room for both feet, and was able to sit down. The earth
continued to expand, and when its plain was covered with green grass,
and streams ran, which poured into the ocean, she built her a house on
the sea-shore. Not long after, she had a daughter, and she lived on
what grew naturally, till the child was grown to be a woman. Several of
the animals wanted to marry her, they being changed into the forms of
young men; but the mother would not consent, until the turtle offered
himself as a beau, and was accepted. After she had lain herself down to
sleep, the turtle placed two arrows on her body, in the shape of a
cross: one headed with flint, the other with the rough bark of a tree.
By-and-by she had two sons, but died herself.

The grandmother was so angry at her death that she threw the children
into the sea. Scarcely had she reached her wigwam when the children had
overtaken her at the door. She then thought best to let them live; and
dividing the body of her daughter in two parts, she threw them up
toward the heavens, when one became the sun, the other the moon. Then
day and night first began. The children soon grew up to be men, and
expert with bow and arrows. The elder had the arrow of the turtle,
which was pointed with flint; the younger had the arrow pointed with
bark. The first was, by his temper and skill and success in hunting, a
favorite of his grandmother. They lived in the midst of plenty, but
would not allow the younger brother, whose arrow was insufficient to
kill anything but birds, to share with their abundance.

As this young man was wandering one day along the shore, he saw a bird
perched on a limb hanging over the water. He aimed to kill it, but his
arrow, till this time always sure, went aside the mark, and sank into
the sea.

He determined to recover it, and made a dive for the bottom. Here, to
his surprise, he found himself in a small cottage. A fine-looking old
man sitting there welcomed him with a smile, and thus spoke to him: "My
son, I welcome you to the home of your father! To obtain this meeting I
directed all the circumstances which have combined to bring you hither.
Here is your arrow, and an ear of corn. I have watched the unkindness
of your brother, and now command you to take his life. When you return
home, gather all the flints you can find, and hang up all the deer's
horns. These are the only things which will make an impression on his
body, which is made of flint."

Having received these instructions, the young Indian took his leave,
and, in a quarrel with his brother, drove him to distant regions, far
beyond the savannas, in the southwest, where he killed him, and left
his huge flint form in the earth. (Hence the Rocky Mountains.) The
great enemy to the race of the turtle being thus destroyed, they sprang
from the ground in human form, and multiplied in peace.

The grandmother, roused to furious resentment at the loss of her
favorite son, resolved to be revenged.

For many days she caused the rain to descend from the clouds in
torrents, until the whole surface of the earth, and even the highest
mountains, were covered. The inhabitants escaped by fleeing to their
canoes. She then covered the earth with snow; but they betook
themselves to their snow-shoes. She then gave up the hope of destroying
them all at once, and has ever since employed herself in inflicting
smaller evils on the world, while her younger son displays his good and
benevolent feelings by showering blessings on his race.

[For this tradition I am indebted to N. P. Willis, Esq., whose visits
to my house in New York were among the events of early days never to be
forgotten.]




TRIBES ON THE PLAINS.


The Indian tribes on the plains, altogether, with those of New Mexico,
Texas, California, and Arizona, do not exceed 300,000, including
Indians, squaws, and papooses. They are as follows:

_Dakota._--Sioux (pronounced Soos), of these there are several bands,
under chiefs for each band, called Yanktons, Poncas, Lower Brules,
Lower Yanctonais, Two Kettle Sioux, Blackfeet, Minneconjons, Uncpapas,
Ogallahs, Upper Yanctonais, Sansarc, Wahpeton Sioux, Arickarees, Gros
Ventres, Mandans, Assinaboins, Sipetons, Santee.

This nation is the most numerous and warlike, numbering 31,534. They
range from Kansas, on the Republican River, to Winnepeg, on the north.
A treaty was made with these in 1868, between General Sherman, General
Harney (an old Indian fighter), General Augur, General Sanborn, General
Terry, Colonel Tappan, and Mr. Taylor, Commissioner, all of the Peace
Commission, on the part of the government, at Fort Laramie, now Wyoming
Territory, with Ma-za-pon-kaska, Tah-shun-ka-co-qui-pah, Heh-non-go-chat,
Mah-to-non-pah, Little Chief, Makh-pi-ah-hi-tah, Co-cam-i-ya-ya,
Can-te-pe-ta, Ma-wa-tan-ni-hav-ska, He-na-pin-na-ni-ca, Wah-pa-shaw,
and other chiefs and headmen of different tribes of Sioux. This treaty,
among other things, contained an agreement that, "If bad men among the
whites should commit any wrong on the property or persons of Indians,
the United States would punish them and pay for all losses.

"If bad men among the Indians shall do wrong to white men, black, or
Indian, the Indians making the treaty shall deliver up the wrong-doer
to the government, to be tried and punished; also agreeing about
certain lands for reservations, farms, annuities of goods, etc., to be
paid them instead of money, thus:

    "For each male person over fourteen years of age, a suit of good
    substantial woolen clothing, etc.

    "Each female over twelve, a flannel skirt, or goods to make it, a
    pair of woolen hose, twelve yards calico, and twelve yards cotton
    domestics, etc.

    "Ten dollars in money for those who roam and hunt, twenty for those
    who engage in farming. For such as farm, a good American cow and
    one pair broken oxen.

    "1. The Indians agreed to withdraw all opposition to railroads
    built on the plains.

    "2. They will not attack any persons at home, or traveling, nor
    molest or disturb any wagon trains, coaches, mules, or cattle
    belonging to the people of the United States, or to persons
    friendly therewith.

    "3. They will never capture or carry off from the settlements white
    women or children.

    "4. They will never kill or scalp white men, nor attempt to do them
    harm. The government agrees to furnish to the Indians a physician,
    teachers, carpenter, miller, engineer, farmer, and blacksmiths, and
    ten of the best farmers shall receive five hundred dollars a year
    who will grow the best crops."

The names of the chiefs who signed the treaty are as follows:

    _Brule Sioux._

    Ma-za-pon-kaska, his x mark, Iron Shell.
    Wah-pat-thah, Red Leaf.
    Hah-tah-pah, Black Horn.
    Zin-tak-gah-lat-skah, Spotted Tail.
    Zin-tah-skah, White Tail.
    Me-wah-tak-ne-ho-skah, Tall Mandas.
    He-cha-chat-kah, Bad Left Hand.
    No-mah-no-pah, Two and Two.

Spotted Tail, who was at Fort D. A. Russell in 1868, just after the
treaty, wore a coon-skin cap,--hence called Spotted Tail. Each chief
gets his peculiar name from some event in his life, or some peculiarity
of person, as for instance,--

Tah-shun-ka-co-qui-pah, Man-afraid-of-his-horses. His horse stampeded
one day, when his tribe was fighting some other one, and ran into the
ranks of the enemy. When his owner got back again, he left his horse
behind and _went in_ (as we say), on foot, to fight again. It is not a
term of reproach, as he was not a coward, but did not want to lose his
horse,--hence called "Man-afraid-of-his-horses."


    _Ogallahs._

    Tah-shun-ka-co-qui-pah, his x mark, Man-afraid-of-his-horses.
    Sha-ton-skah, his x mark, White Hawk.
    Sha-ton-sapah, his x mark, Black Hawk.
    E-ga-mon-ton-ka-sapah, his x mark, Black Tiger.
    Oh-wah-she-cha, his x mark, Bad Wound.
    Pah-gee, his x mark, Grass.
    Wah-non-reh-che-geh, his x mark, Ghost Heart.
    Con-reeh, his x mark, Crow.
    Oh-he-te-kah, his x mark, The Brave.
    Tah-ton-kah-he-yo-ta-kah, his x mark, Sitting Bull.
    Shon-ka-oh-wah-mon-ye, his x mark, Whirlwind Dog.
    Ha-hah-kah-tah-miech, his x mark, Poor Elk.
    Wam-bu-lee-wah-kon, his x mark, Medicine Eagle.
    Chon-gah-ma-he-to-hans-ka, his x mark, High Wolf.
    Wah-se-chun-ta-shun-kah, his x mark, American Horse.
    Mah-hah-mah-ha-mak-near, his x mark, Man that walks under the ground.
    Mah-to-tow-pah, his x mark, Four Bears.
    Ma-to-wee-sha-kta, his x mark, One that kills the bear.
    Oh-tah-kee-toka-wee-chakta, his x mark, One that kills in a hard place.
    Tah-tonka-skah, his x mark, White Bull.
    Con-ra-washta, his x mark, Pretty Coon.
    Ha-cah-cah-she-chah, his x mark, Bad Elk.
    Wa-ha-ka-zah-ish-tah, his x mark, Eye Lance.
    Ma-to-ha-ke-tah, his x mark, Bear that looks behind.
    Bella-tonka-tonka, his x mark, Big Partisan.
    Mah-to-ho-honka, his x mark, Swift Bear.
    To-wis-ne, his x mark, Cold Place.
    Ish-tah-skah, his x mark, White Eyes.
    Ma-ta-loo-zah, his x mark, Fast Bear.
    As-hah-kah-nah-zhe, his x mark, Standing Elk.
    Can-te-te-ki-ya, his x mark, The Brave Heart.
    Shunka-shaton, his x mark, Day Hawk.
    Tatanka-wakon, his x mark, Sacred Bull.
    Mapia-shaton, his x mark, Hawk Cloud.
    Ma-sha-a-ow, his x mark, Stands and Comes.
    Shon-ka-ton-ka, his x mark, Big Dog.
    Tah-ton-kak-ta-miech, The Poor Bull.
    Oh-huns-ee-ga-non-sken, Mad Shade.
    Thah-ton-oh-na-an-minne-ne-oh-minne, Whirling Hand.
    Mah-to-chun-ka-oh, Bear's Back.
    Che-ton-wee-koh, Fool Hawk.
    Wah-ho-ke-zah-ah-hah, One that has the Lance.
    Shon-gah-manni-toh-tan-kak-seh, Big Wolf Foot.
    Eh-ton-kah, Big Mouth.

(This was the first Indian I saw at North Platte, when we came there in
1867. Looking out of the car window, I called my wife's attention to a
big Indian, and said, "Did you ever see such a big mouth before?" Sure
enough, it was the chief, and he was killed in a drunken row in Dakota
recently, having been shot by Spotted Tail.)

    Ma-pa-che-tah, Bad Hand.
    Wah-ke-gun-shah, Red Thunder.
    Wak-sah, One that cuts off.
    Cham-nom-qui-yah, One that presents the Pipe.
    Wah-ke-ke-yan-puh-tah, Fire Thunder.
    Mah-to-nenk-pah-ze, Bear with Yellow Ears.
    Con-reh-teh-kah, The Little Crow.
    He-hup-pah-toh, The Blue War Club.
    Shon-kee-toh, The Blue Horse.
    Wam-balla-oh-conguo, Quick Eagle.
    Ta-tonka-juppah, Black Bull.
    Mo-to-ha-she-na, The Bear Hide.


    _Yanctonais._

    Mah-to-non-pah, his x mark, Two Bears.
    Mah-to-hna-skin-ya, his x mark, Mad Bear.
    He-o-pu-za, his x mark, Lousy.
    Ah-ke-che-tah-che-ca-dan, his x mark, Little Soldier.
    Mah-to-e-tan-chan, his x mark, Chief Bear.
    Cu-wi-h-win, his x mark, Rotten Stomach.
    Skun-ka-we-tko, his x mark, Fool Dog.
    Ish-ta-sap-pah, his x mark, Black Eye.
    Ih-tan-chan, his x mark, the Chief.
    I-a-wi-ca-ka, his x mark, The One who tells the Truth.
    Ah-ke-che-tah, his x mark, The Soldier.
    Ta-shi-na-gi, his x mark, Yellow Robe.
    Nah-pe-ton-ka, his x mark, Big Hand.
    Chan-tee-we-kto, his x mark, Fool Heart.
    Hog-gan-sah-pa, his x mark, Black Catfish.
    Mah-to-wah-kan, his x mark, Medicine Bear.
    Shun-ka-kan-sha, his x mark, Red Horse.
    Wan-rode, his x mark, The Eagle.
    Can-hpi-sa-pa, his x mark, Black Tomahawk.
    War-he-le-re, his x mark, Yellow Eagle.
    Cha-ton-che-ca, his x mark, Small Hawk, or Long Fare.
    Shu-ger-mon-e-too-ha-ska, his x mark, Tall Wolf.
    Ma-to-u-tah-kah, his x mark, Sitting Bear.
    Hi-ha-cah-ge-na-skene, his x mark, Mad Elk.


    _Arapahoes._

    Little Chief, his x mark.
    Tall Bear, his x mark.
    Top Man, his x mark.
    Neva, his x mark.
    The Wounded Bear, his x mark.
    Whirlwind, his x mark.
    The Fox, his x mark.
    The Dog Big Mouth, his x mark.
    Spotted Wolf, his x mark.


    _Minneconjons._

    Heh-non-ge-chat, One Horn.
    Oh-pon-ah-tah-e-manne, The Elk that bellows Walking.
    Heb-ho-lah-reh-cha-skah, Young White Bull.
    Wah-cha-chum-kah-coh-kee-pah, One that is afraid of Shield.
    He-hon-ne-shakta, The Old Owl.
    Moe-pe-a-toh, Blue Cloud.
    Oh-pong-ge-le-skah, Spotted Elk.
    Tah-tonk-ka-hon-ke-schne, Slow Bull.
    Shunk-a-nee-skah-skah-a-tah-pe, The Dog Chief.
    Mah-to-tab-tonk-kah, Bull Bear.
    Wom-beh-le-ton-kah, The Big Eagle.
    Ma-to-eh-schne-lah, his x mark, the Lone Bear.
    Mah-toh-ke-su-yah, his x mark, The One who remembers the Bear.
    Ma-toh-oh-he-to-keh, his x mark, the Brave Bear.
    Eh-che-ma-heh, his x mark, The Runner.
    Ti-ki-ya, his x mark, The Hard.
    He-ma-za, his x mark, Iron Horn.
    Sorrel Horse.
    Black Coal.
    Big Wolf.
    Knock-Knee.
    Black Crow.
    The Lone Old Man.
    Paul.
    Black Bull.
    Big Track.
    Black White.
    Yellow Hair.
    Little Shield.
    Black Bear.
    Wolf Moccasin.
    Big Robe.
    Wolf Chief.
    Friday.
    The Foot.
    And lastly, "Stinking Saddle-Cloth!"


    _Uncpapa Sioux._

    Co-kam-i-ya-ya, his x mark, The Man that goes in the Middle.
    Ma-to-ca-wa-weksa, his x mark, Bear Rib.
    Ta-to-ka-in-yan-ke, his x mark, Running Antelope.
    Kan-gi-wa-ki-ta, his x mark, Looking Crow.
    A-ki-ci-ta-han-ska, his x mark, Long Soldier.
    Wa-ku-te-ma-ni, his x mark, The One who shoots Walking.
    Un-kea-ki-ka, his x mark, The Magpie.
    Kan-gi-o-ta, his x mark, Plenty Crow.
    He-ma-za, his x mark, Iron Horn.
    Shun-ka-i-na-pin, his x mark, Wolf Necklace.
    I-we-hi-yu, his x mark, The Man who Bleeds from the Mouth.
    He-ha-ka-pa, his x mark, Elk Head.
    I-zu-za, his x mark, Grind Stone.
    Shun-ka-wi-tko, his x mark, Fool Dog.
    Ma-kpi-ya-po, his x mark, Blue Cloud.
    Wa-mln-pi-lu-ta, his x mark, Red Eagle.
    Ma-to-can-te, his x mark, Bear's Heart.
    A-ki-ci-ta-i-tau-can, his x mark, Chief Soldier.


    _Blackfeet Sioux._

    Can-te-pe-ta, his x mark, Fire Heart.
    Wan-mdi-kte, his x mark, The One who kills Eagle.
    Sho-ta, his x mark, Smoke.
    Wan-mdi-ma-ni, his x mark, Walking Eagle.
    Wa-shi-cun-ya-ta-pi, his x mark, Chief White Man.
    Kan-gi-i-yo-tan-ke, his x mark, Sitting Crow.
    Pe-ji, his x mark, The Grass.
    Kda-ma-ni, his x mark, The One that rattles as he Walks.
    Wah-han-ka-sa-pa, his x mark, Black Shield.
    Can-te-non-pa, his x mark, Two Hearts.


    _Ogallalla Sioux._

    To-ka-in-yan-ka, his x mark, The One who goes ahead Running.
    Ta-tan-ka-wa-kin-yan, his x mark, Thunder Bull.
    Sin-to-min-sa-pa, his x mark, All over Black.
    Can-i-ca, his x mark, The One who took the Stick.
    Pa-tan-ka, his x mark, Big Head.


    _Two-Kettle Band._

    Ma-wa-tan-ni-han-ska, his x mark, Long Mandan.
    Can-kpe-du-ta, his x mark, Red War Club.
    Can-ka-ga, his x mark, The Log.


    _Sansareh Sioux._

    He-na-pin-wa-ni-ca, his x mark, The One that has neither Horn.
    Wa-inlu-pi-lu-ta, his x mark, Red Plume.
    Ci-tan-gi, his x mark, Yellow Hawk.
    He-na-pin-wa-ni-ca, his x mark, No Horn.


    _Santee Sioux._

    Wa-pah-shaw, his x mark, Red Ensign.
    Wah-koo-tay, his x mark, Shooter.
    Hoo-sha-sha, his x mark, Red Legs.
    O-wan-cha-du-ta, his x mark, Scarlet all over.
    Wau-mace-tan-ka, his x mark, Big Eagle.
    Cho-tan-ka-e-na-pe, his x mark, Flute-player.
    Ta-shun-ke-mo-za, his x mark, His Iron Dog.


_In Washington Territory_ are five bands, such as the
  Spokans, Pend d'Oreilles, etc., in all                        9,285

_California._--Seven bands, such as Wylackies, etc.            25,225

_Arizona._--Apaches, Yumas, Mohaves, etc.                      31,570

_Oregon._--Walla-Wallas, Cayuses, etc.                         10,942

_Utah._--Utahs and Utes                                        25,250

_Nevada._--Pi-utes, Shoshones, Bannacks, Washoes, etc.          8,200

_New Mexico._--Navajoes, Pueblos, Jicarilla Apaches,
  etc. (with 2000 captives held in peonage,--_i.e._
  slavery)                                                     20,036

_Colorado._--U-in-tak, Utes                                     5,000

_Dakota_, including Wyoming, set off from Dakota:
    Yancton Sioux                                               2,500
    Poncas                                                        979
    Lower Brules                                                1,600
    Lower Yanctonais                                            2,250
    Two-Kettle Sioux                                              750
    Blackfeet                                                   1,200
    Minneconjons                                                3,060
    Uncpapas                                                    3,000
    Ogallallas                                                  3,000
    Upper Yanctonais                                            2,400
    Sansarc                                                       720
    Wahpeton Sioux                                              1,637
    Arickarees                                                  1,500
    Gros Ventres                                                  400
    Mandans                                                       400
    Assinaboins                                                 2,640
    Sissetons and other Sioux                                   3,500
                                                               ------
                                                               31,534

_Montana._--Piegans, Blackfeet, Flatheads, Gros Ventres,
  Kootenays, Crows, etc.                                       19,560

_Nebraska and Kansas._--Winnebagoes, Omahas, Pawnees,
  Sacs and Foxes of Missouri, Iowas, Cheyennes, Arapahoes,
  and Sautee Sioux                                             17,995

_Central Agency, in Kansas and Indian
  Territory._--Pottawatamies, Shawnees, Delaware, Osages,
  Senecas, Kaws, Kickapoos, Ottawas, Comanches, Arapahoes,
  Cheyennes, and Apaches                                       17,422

_Southern Agency, Cherokee Country._--Creeks, Cherokees,
  Choctaws, Chickasaws, Seminoles, Wichitas, Keechies, Wolves,
  Tuscaroras, Caddoes, Shawnees, Delawares, etc.               48,145

_Green Bay Agency._--Oneidas, Menominees, and Munsees           3,036

_Wisconsin._--Chippeways of Mississippi                         6,179

_Lake Superior._--Chippewas, etc., wandering                    6,114

_Mackinac._--Pottawatamies, etc.                                8,099

_New York State._--Cattaraugas, Cayugas, Onondagas,
  with Senecas, Allegany, Tonawandas, Tuscaroras, Oneidas,
  Onondagas                                                     4,136
                                                              -------
      Total                                                   298,528

Friday was found on the Plains many years ago, while a lad, by Father
de Smet, a Jesuit missionary, and taken to St. Louis, where he was
educated. He returned again to his tribe, and leads a roving life. In
November, 1869, he came to our post with Medicine-Man, Little Wolf,
Sorrel Horse, and Cut-Foot, having been brought down by General Augur,
Commander of the Department of the Platte, to go up the Union Pacific
Railroad, as far as Wind River Valley, to meet old Waskakie, head chief
of the Shoshones, and to make a treaty with his tribe, fearing the
southern Sioux and Cheyennes would make war upon Friday's band, which
numbered only fifteen hundred. Not finding Waskakie on his reservation,
they waited several weeks for his return from the mountains, where he
was gone on a hunt for his winter's supply of buffalo and deer meat.
After waiting as long as they could, the Arapahoes left some of their
arrows for Waskakie, that he might know they had been there, and also
brought back some of the Shoshones' arrows, to convince the Arapahoe
Indians that they had fulfilled their mission.

At this time, Friday had a beautiful set of arrows, bow and quiver,
which I desired to purchase and carry east, to show Sunday-school
children the weapons of Indian warfare, and how they kill their game,
Friday would not sell his "outfit," as it is called, for money, but was
willing to "trade" for a revolver, with which he said he could hunt
buffalo. At first, the Indian agent said it was unlawful to sell
firearms and ammunition to the Indians. This I told Friday. He then
said, "_Well, let's trade on the sly_." This I declined to do. But
after a few days, I got permission, and took Friday into Cheyenne, to
select the pistol. After picking out a good one, he then begged for
bullet-mould, lead, powder, and caps. A trade is never complete with an
Indian as long as he sees anything he can get added to the bargain.

General Duncan, of the 5th Cavalry, tells me of one of his trades with
a red man at Fort Laramie. His little boy took a fancy to an Indian
pony one day, and the general offered to exchange a nice _mule_ for the
pony. This was soon done and settled, as the general supposed. But next
day the Indian came back and demanded some tobacco, sugar, flour, etc.
"What for?" demanded the general. The Indian gave him to understand
that he did trade horses, but as the mule had little or no tail, and
the pony a long one, "_he wanted the sugar, tobacco, and flour to make
up for the tail_!" After Friday and his fellow-chiefs had left us, some
one wrote this to a Chicago paper, as follows:




THE AUTHOR A MEDICINE-MAN.


The Indians sometimes confer "brevets" on distinguished individuals as
marks of favor, though they do not, or have not as yet, scattered them
in like profusion, as in the army, so that the whole thing has become a
farce.

Mr. Catlin, or Mr. Schoolcraft (Indian writers and painters), was made
a regular chief of the Chippewas in the time of Red Jacket, a big chief
at Tonawanda. In the month of November, 1869, five Arapahoe chiefs came
to Fort Russell,--"Friday," "Little Wolf," "Cut-Foot," "Sorrel Horse,"
and "Head Medicine-Man." On account of many little kindnesses to them
while remaining, Friday invited the writer to go up with the party to
their home among the Black Hills, where he could be initiated into the
forms of a civil chief. Friday said, "These fellows"--meaning his
companions--"think a big heap of you, and want you to go home with
them." As the ceremony includes a dog feast, it was postponed for
awhile. They called me "The White Medicine-Man,"--and the feast has
been partaken of at different times by some officers on the plains, who
say dog's meat tastes much like mutton. A feast was made, it is said,
at Fort Laramie for the Peace Commission, which met there in 1868.
There were Generals Sherman, Harney, Augur, Terry, Sanborn, and Col.
Tappan present. A big chief had given the entertainment of dog, in
soup, roast, etc. Having only one big tin dish to serve the soup in,
and it being rather dirty, the old squaw seized a pup to wipe it out
with. But the old chief felt mortified at it, and so he tore off a
piece of his shirt and gave the pan an extra wipe!




THE SIOUX SUN DANCE--SCENE ON THE PLAINS OF YOUNG WARRIORS EXHIBITING
FORTITUDE AND BRAVERY IN TORTURING PAINS--A HORRIBLE SCENE.


Red Cloud, a head chief, lives in what is called the Powder River
country, above Fort Fetterman. But the Sioux nation roam for hundreds
of miles all over the plains, and are sure to turn up just when and
where they are least expected.

These Sioux, the most numerous of all the Indian tribes, have a festive
performance, which is regarded by all civilized people with horror and
abhorrence, and one which few can look upon with nerve enough to see
the end.

It is a sort of religious dance, in which the young braves test their
fortitude and stoicism in resisting pain and torture without wincing. A
young officer, who witnessed the "Sun Dance" last year, at the Cheyenne
agency, a few miles above Fort Sully, on the Missouri River, gives the
following account:

    "The Indians manifested considerable opposition to having any
    whites present. When several officers belonging to the 17th United
    States Infantry came up, Red Leaf--a chief of Red Cloud's
    band--leaped over a breastwork of logs and ordered the troops away.
    After parleying with the chief some time, the soldiers fell back
    and took a position which was not objectionable to the Indians, but
    from which they could obtain only a partial view of the
    performances. There was a large lodge, built in shape of an
    amphitheatre, with a hole in the centre. The sides and roof were
    covered with willows, forming a tolerable screen, but not so dense
    as to obstruct entirely the view. The performances began with low
    chants and incantations. Five young men were brought in and
    partially stripped, their mothers being present and assisting in
    the ceremony.

    "Then the 'Medicine-man' began his part by cutting slits in the
    flesh of the young men and taking up the muscles with pincers. The
    old squaws assisted in lacerating the flesh of the boys with sharp
    knives. The squaws would at the same time keep up a howling,
    accompanied with a backward-and-forward movement. When the muscles
    were lifted out by pincers on the breast, one end of a kind of
    lariat (used for fastening horses while grazing), or buffalo thong,
    was tied to the bleeding flesh, while the other end was fastened to
    the top of the pole in the middle of the lodge. The first young
    man, when thus prepared, commenced dancing around the circle in a
    most frantic manner, pulling with all his might, so as to stretch
    out the rope, and by his jerking movements loosening himself by
    tearing out the flesh. The young man's dance was accompanied by a
    chant by those who were standing around, assisted by the thumping
    of a hideous drum, to keep the time. The young brave who was
    undergoing this self-torture finally succeeded in tearing himself
    loose, and the rope relaxed from its sudden tightness and fell back
    toward the centre pole with a piece of the flesh to which it was
    tied. The victim, who, up to this point, did not move a muscle of
    his face, fell down on the ground, exhausted from the pain, which
    human weakness could not further conceal. A squaw then rushed in
    and bore the young brave away. He had undergone the terrible
    ordeal, and amid the congratulations of the old men, would be
    complimented as a warrior of undoubted pluck and acknowledged
    prowess.

    "Another of the young men, named Charles, was cut in two places
    under the shoulder blade; the flesh was raised with pincers, and
    thongs tied around the flesh and muscles thus raised. The thongs
    reached down below the knees and were tied to buffalo skulls. With
    these heavy weights dangling at the ends of the thongs, the young
    man was required to dance around the circle, to the sound of the
    drum and chants of the bystanders, until the skulls became detached
    by tearing out the flesh. They continued the performance until one
    of the skulls broke loose, but the other remained. The mother of
    the young man then rushed into the ring, leading a pony, and tied
    one end of the lariat which was around the pony's neck to the
    skull, which was still fastened to the young Indian. The latter
    then followed the pony round the ring, until nearly exhausted he
    fell on his face, and the skull was thereby torn out of the flesh.
    The sufferer's voice grew husky from joining in the chant; he
    groveled on the ground in violent contortions for a few minutes,
    and was then removed to the outside of the lodge.

    "A third man had the lariat of the pony hitched to the raised
    muscles of his back, and was dragged in this way several times
    round the ring; but the force not being sufficient to tear loose
    from the flesh, the pony was backed up, and a slack being thus
    taken on the lariat, the pony was urged swiftly forward, and the
    sudden jerk tore the lariat out of the flesh."

Our informant having seen enough of these horrid performances to
satisfy his curiosity, left with his companions, "without waiting to
see the dance through." The dance, with its bloody orgies, lasted three
whole days. This Sun Dance is not as common as formerly, and as the
Indians settle on reservations, it is wholly done away with. The origin
of the custom is uncertain.




JULESBURG.


My experience on the plains dates from September, 1867. The government
ordered me to report to Fort Sedgwick, a post on the south side of the
Platte River, three hundred and seventy-seven miles west of Omaha. This
post lies four miles south of Julesburg, then the end of the Union
Pacific Railroad. There were five thousand people there, and it was
said to be the most wicked city in the world. Thieves and escaped
convicts came here to gamble and lead bad lives, as they had done in
Eastern cities, until driven away for fear of punishment; and often
three or four would be shot down at night in drunken rows with their
companions in vice and crime.

A mammoth tent was erected for a dance-house and gambling purposes. It
was called "The King of the Hills," and was filled up with handsome
mirrors, pianos, and furniture, and was the scene of all kinds of
wickedness. It rented for six hundred dollars a day!

Here hundreds of men, engaged as freighters, teamsters, and
"bull-whackers,"--as they were called, and who were in the employ of
Wells, Fargo & Co. in freighting goods in large wagons to Idaho,
Montana, Salt Lake, and California,--would congregate at night and
gamble and carouse, spending all their three months' earnings, only to
go back, earn more, and spend it again in this foolish and wicked
manner.

One day I came over to the city, and while driving from the express
office, heard pistol-shots, and soon saw the men, women, and children
running in every direction. I got out of the way, fearing danger, and
listened, till I had heard at least twenty shots, and then all was
still. I went round to ascertain the cause, and soon found myself among
a crowd of excited persons. I learned that a bad young man had robbed a
poor negro boy of one hundred and thirty dollars he had earned at the
railroad station, and had laid it by to go to his home in Baltimore.
The fellow denied it, and said "he'd shoot any one who tried to arrest
him." A police officer followed him into a saloon, when the thief at
once turned and fired at the officer, wounding him in his right elbow,
so he could not reach his pistols in his belt. But some friend handed
him one, and with it he knocked the villain down, behind a stove. He
then begged for his life, saying he would give up the money and a
thousand dollars for his life. But it was too late. The officer shot
him in the forehead, and when I entered, he was weltering in a pool of
blood. All said, "Served him right!" This is a law of Western life. If
two men get into a dispute, and one puts his hand to his pocket, as if
to draw a weapon, the other is sure to shoot his enemy, as the law is,
"_a life for a life_."

JULESBURG took its name from a small place just below Sedgwick, where a
Frenchman named Jules built a ranch and raised cattle a long time
before the railroad was built. Here passengers to Denver would get
their meals, and the horses were changed on the stage route to Denver
and to Salt Lake. Some Indians it is said killed the old man Jules, and
his ranch having been taken possession of by the Indians, was shelled
by cannon from Fort Sedgwick, and burned down. Mr. Greeley must
remember this station, which he and Mr. Colfax and Gov. Bross, of
Illinois, passed on their overland trip to California some ten years
ago, and where they dined upon the universal fare,--corn-bread, coffee,
and bacon.

The city of Julesburg, as it was called in 1867, was visited by a party
of editors from Chicago, Cleveland, etc. They came in one of Pullman's
palace cars to see the contractor of the Union Pacific Railroad lay the
track, as many as four miles each day. Being anxious to write home to
their papers all the wonderful things they saw and heard, they came
across a strange, wild-looking man named "Sam Stanton," dressed in a
buckskin suit, with a broad-brimmed hat. Sam was a returned California
miner, of long experience on the plains. Him they invited to come into
the beautiful car, to tell them some stories of pioneer life; and, in
order to incite him, or _excite_ his imagination to do so, they invited
him to drink some champagne wine. As it happened, Sam had never before
tasted any stimulants but common whisky, and the champagne getting into
his head, made him a little tipsy.

"You want me to show you how we put out the lights in the ranches, I
suppose?"

"Yes," they said; "tell us anything of Western life."

"Well, here goes," he said, and at once drew his revolver and began
popping away at the beautiful globe lamps which adorned the car! Of
course all the party stampeded for the door. They had had enough of
Sam's stories.

It is a rule for the last one that gets into bed to put out the light;
but a lazy fellow will crawl into bed and, taking aim, extinguish the
light by firing off his pistol at the flame!

A "Ranch" is simply a one-story log-house, with two or three rooms, and
a thatched roof of straw. Sometimes they are made of a-do-be,--a kind
of dried clay-brick, such as are found in Mexico and some parts of
California and Texas.




A BRAVE BOY AND SOME INDIANS.


When the railroad had been built as far as Plum Creek, two hundred and
thirty miles west of Omaha, in 1866, the track-layers saw a lot of
Indians coming toward them from over the bluffs; and the poor Irishmen,
dreading nothing so much as the sight of a red-skin, at once took to
their heels to hide from the foe. Along with these men were needed
covered wagons, with which they carried tools, etc., and in which at
night they slept. In one of them a boy was sitting, about twelve or
fourteen years of age. He saw nothing of the stampede of workmen, but
soon was aroused by the yell of the Indians. He seized a Spencer rifle
lying close by him, and, putting the muzzle through a slit of the
canvas cover, took good aim at the foremost Indian, and when within a
few yards, he shot off his rifle and felled him to the ground. Another
rode up, and met the same fate. Several then rushed up and dragged off
the bodies of the two Indians slain, and all at once made a quick
retreat!

The Indians seeing several wagons there, supposed each one contained
armed soldiers or men; and they were quick to see that the white man's
skill was more than their bows and arrows. And yet there was only that
brave little fellow, who saved the whole "_outfit_," and whose name
ought to be recorded as a true hero.




AN INDIAN MEAL.


Boys would be surprised to see how much an Indian can eat at a single
meal. A "big chief" can eat a whole goose or turkey at one sitting. The
Indians eat right along, till they have gorged themselves and can eat
no more. Perhaps it is because they seldom get what is called "a square
meal," and so when plenty offers they make the most of it. One day,
four chiefs of the Ar-ap-a-hoe tribe came to Fort Russell, to see about
getting rations for three hundred of their tribe. They soon found their
way to the commanding officer, at headquarters. He gave each one a
cigar, which they puffed away at for some time. At last one of them
made a motion to his mouth, signifying they were "hungry." Nearly all
the tribes of wild Indians convey their ideas more by signs than by
words. But the general would not take the hint. He said if he fed them
once, they would come every day. A lady, however, took pity on them,
and said to me, "Let us make contributions from each family, and give
the poor fellows something to eat." Some brought meat, some biscuit and
bread, and I made them some coffee, after inviting them to come into my
yard. The children, boys and girls, assembled to see the four chiefs
sitting around the table in the yard devour the food we had prepared
for them.

There was no milk in the coffee, but I knew Indians were not used to
it, and all things being ready, the coffee hot and the bacon smoking
and smelling savory, I expected they would fall to and eat like good
fellows. But I was surprised that one of them looked at the pail of
coffee and gave a grunt of disapprobation. I supposed from what I had
heard that an Indian would drink coffee, swallowing the _grounds_ and
all. But on a close look, I discovered _about a dozen flies_ were
floating on top. I took a spoon and removed them, and tasting it
myself, passed it round to each one in a bowl; and this time they gave
another grunt,--but it was one of approbation. They ate and ate till we
thought they'd split, and then asked permission to carry off in a bag
what they could not stow away in their capacious stomachs!

An Indian seldom shows any signs of joy or of sorrow in any emotion
whatever. But when they meet a white friend, or are surprised at
anything, they exclaim, "How! how!" and shake hands all round.

An Indian trader told me at North Platte some anecdotes of their
characteristics. They are all very fond of sugar, and very fond of
whisky. They will often sell a buffalo robe for a bowl of sugar, and at
any time would give a pony for a gallon of rye or rum.

He told me that he once saw an Indian choke a squaw to get a lump of
sugar out of her mouth which he coveted! And a storekeeper at Julesburg
(Mr. Pease) said he sold a big pup to an Indian for a robe, and the
Indian seized the dog, cut his throat, and, soon as dead, threw pup
into a kettle to boil up for soup!




SHALL THE INDIANS BE EXTERMINATED?


This is the cry of Western men. It is very easy to talk of
"extermination." General Harney, an old Indian fighter, told General
Sherman that a general war with the Indians would cost the government
$50,000,000 a year, and stop for a long time the running of the Pacific
Railroad. They fight only at an advantage,--when they outnumber the
whites. They fight, scatter away, and reunite again; hide away in
canons (_canyons_), gorges, and mountain fastnesses, where no soldier
can find them. It would be a war of fifty years' duration.

General Sherman is reported to have said at a meeting of the Indian
Peace Commissioners, at Fort Laramie, with several tribes, "Say to the
head chief that President Grant loves the red men and will do all he
can for them. But they must behave themselves, and if they don't, tell
him _I'll kill them_!" The old chief began to mutter away something to
himself and others.

"What does he say?" said the general.

"Why," said the interpreter, "he says, '_catch 'em first, then kill
them_!'"

Have they never been wronged by white men? Have you never heard of the
Sand Creek massacre?

There had been some trouble between the Cheyennes and Arapahoes and
some soldiers near Fort Lyon, in 1864, south of Denver, Colorado, where
these Indians have a reservation. The origin of the trouble is
uncertain. Major Anthony was sent out to fight them; but on his arrival
he found them peaceable,--they had given up their prisoners and horses.

[Indians take their squaws and papooses with them when they go on
hunting expeditions. The squaws prepare all the meat, dry all the game
for winter food, and tan the buffalo- and deer-hides to sell. They live
in tents or lodges, called "Tepees," made of tanned buffalo-skins, and
usually hold about five persons, in which they cook and sleep. _On the
war-path_, they leave their squaws and papooses in their villages. This
was the case when Colonel Chivington (formerly a preacher) charged that
they were hostile, as an apology for his wholesale slaughter.]

Five hundred Indians of all ages flocked, soon as attacked, to the head
chief's camp,--"Black Kettle,"--and he raised the American flag, _with
a white truce beneath_. This, you know, is respected in all civilized
warfare. Then the slaughter began.

One who saw it said, "The troops (mainly volunteers) committed all
manner of depredations on their victims,--_scalped them_, knocked out
their brains. The white men used their knives, cutting squaws to
pieces, clubbed little children, knocking out their brains and
mutilating their bodies in every sense of the word." Thus imitating
savage warfare by nominally Christian men.

Robert Bent testified thus:

"I saw a little girl about five years of age, who had been hid in
the sand; two soldiers discovered her, drew their pistols and shot
her, and then pulled her out of the sand by her arm," etc.

This occurred at the time government officials in Denver had sent for
them,--had a "talk" with them,--advising them to go just where they
were. Before he was killed, Black Kettle, one of the chiefs, thus
addressed the governor at Denver:

    "We have come with our eyes shut, following Major Wynkoop's handful
    of men, like coming through the fire. All we ask is, that we may
    have peace with the whites. We want to hold you by the hand. You
    are our father. We have been traveling through a cloud. The sky has
    been dark ever since the war began.

    "These braves who are here with me, are willing to do all I say. We
    want to take good news home to our people, that they may sleep in
    peace.

    "_I have not come here with a little wolf-bark!_ But have come to
    talk plain with you. We must live near the buffalo or starve. When
    I go home, I will tell my people I have taken your hand, and all of
    the white chiefs in Denver, and then they will feel well, and so
    will all the tribes on the plains, when we have eaten and drank
    with them."

And yet one hundred and twenty friendly Indians were all slain, and the
war that followed cost $40,000,000.

A _council of Indians_ was held previous to the "Chivington massacre,"
which stamped the character of Black Kettle, the Cheyenne chief, as
noble and brave. It seems that he had purchased from an Arapahoe band
two girls named Laura Roper, aged eighteen, and Belle Ewbanks, aged six
years, who were captured by the Indians, after attacking Roper's ranch,
on the Little Blue River, in July, 1864. Two little boys were also
captured at the same time. They were carried off to the Republican
River, and Black Kettle bought them for five or six ponies, to give
them to their parents. Certainly a generous act. He gave them up, and
met the Commissioners in council, together with several Arapahoe chiefs
of small bands, all of whom were confederate together to kill the
Commissioners and bring on a general war.

Black Kettle knew it, and was determined to expose the plot and break
it up. But the party of white officials, with Colonel E. W. Wynkoop,
were in the dark about their evil intentions. The Indians called
Colonel W. "The Tall Chief that don't lie."

"Black Kettle"--Mo-ke-ta-va-ta--Colonel Tappan says, "was the most
remarkable man of the age for magnanimity, generosity, courage, and
integrity. His hospitality to destitute emigrants and travelers on
the plains for years, had no limit within the utmost extent of his
means; giving liberally of his stores of provisions, clothing, and
horses. His fame as an orator was widely known. He was great in
council, and his word was law. Hundreds of whites are indebted to him
for their lives.... He held Colonel Chivington's men at bay for seven
hours, and carried to a place of safety three hundred of his women and
children,--twenty of his braves and his own wife pierced with a dozen
bullets.

"Previous to the conflict, after his two brothers had been shot down
and cut to pieces before his eyes (while approaching the troops to
notify them of the friendly character of the Indians), he aided three
white men to escape from the village, one of them a soldier. They were
his guests, whom he suspected of being spies, 'but did not know it,'
and they are now living to the eternal fame and honor of the chieftain.
From Sand Creek he fled to the Sioux camp, where it was determined
to make war upon the whites in retaliation. He protested against
interfering with women and children, and insisted upon fighting the
men. He was overruled. Thereupon he resigned his office as chief, and
assumed the garb of a brave. He soon after made peace for his tribe,
which was faithfully kept until the burning of their village two years
afterward. A war again ensued, in which he took no part, having
promised never again to raise his hands against the whites. He was the
first to meet the Peace Commissioners at Medicine Lodge Creek. His many
services and virtues plead like angels trumpet-tongued against the deep
damnation of his taking off."

Well, when the council assembled, among them were about a dozen chiefs
of Arapahoes, Cheyennes, etc.; the worst of whom was Neva,--Long-nose,--an
Arapahoe with one eye, and that a very ugly one. He was an outlaw,
commanding twenty or thirty warriors. All were seated in a tent, and
this fellow became boisterous, and wrangled, clamoring for a general
war against all whites. It was a most exciting time. The chiefs stripped
almost naked, and worked themselves up into a great excitement. At
last, Black Kettle rose up, and pointing his finger at Neva, thus
addressed him:

"You, you call yourself brave! I know what you mean. You come here to
kill these white friends whom I have invited to come and have a talk
with us. They don't know what you mean, but I do. You brave!
(sneeringly.) I'll tell you what you are: your mouth is wide, so
(measuring a foot with his hands),--your tongue so long (with his
forefinger marking six inches on his arm),--_and it hangs in the
middle, going both ways_. You're a coward, and dare not fight me." Here
all the Indians gave a grunt of approbation. "Now, go," said he, "and
begone! This council is broken up; I have said it; you hear my words;
begone!" And they slunk off, completely cowed down.

Dog-soldiers were with them, well equipped for a big fight, and these
white men beguiled, would all have been slain only for Mo-ke-ta-va-ta.
A "dog-soldier" is a youth who has won, gradually, by successful use of
the bow and arrow, a position to use the gun, and stand to the warriors
just as our police force do to us, in guarding property, etc. These
boys have a stick, called a "coo," on which they make a notch for
everything they kill,--a kind of tally,--and when the coo is of a
certain length, they are promoted to the rank of a "dog-soldier."




INDIANS DON'T BELIEVE HALF THEY HEAR.


When several chiefs are allowed to visit Washington on errands for
their tribes, to get more given them, they tell their people how
numerous are the children of their Great Father they have met on their
way, and what big guns they saw, etc. But those at home believe it is a
lie, gotten up by the "white man's medicine," as they call it. All have
heard of a young chief whose father gave a stick, on which he should
cut a notch for every white man he met. But it soon got full, and he
threw it away.

The most amusing experience is told of a lot of Indians having been
induced to go into a photographer's and have their likenesses taken.
The operator asked a chief to look at his squaw (sitting for her phiz)
through the camera. It looks as though one was sitting, or rather
standing on his head,--reversing one's position. The chief was very
angry at seeing his squaw in such an uncomely attitude, and he walked
over and beat her. She denied it, but he saw it. He looked again, and
again she was turned upside down. He said it was the white man's
medicine, and would have nothing to do with it!

An Indian boy was asked some questions by one of the Peace
Commissioners about some trouble, and he said to a chief, "Does the boy
tell the truth?"

"Yes," replied the chief, "you may believe what he says; he never saw a
white man before!"




ARMY OFFICERS.


The army officers are generally friends of the Indians. They are
certainly, as a rule, just to the well-behaved Indians, and ready to
sacrifice their lives in punishing bad ones.

General W. S. Harney, a retired army officer, is among the most noted.
His life will be a most interesting one, full of adventure with the red
men. General Harney graduated at West Point when nineteen years old,
was sent out to the frontier, where he has lived fifty years. Grown
gray in their companionship, and cradled in experience with the Indian
tribes, says "I never knew an Indian chief to break his word!"

Major-General George H. Thomas, who commanded at Camp Cooper, Texas,
some ten years ago, made a forced march of a hundred miles, with one
hundred and twenty cavalry, to protect a village of Comanches from
Baylor and three thousand rangers that were marching to destroy them.
General Thomas was successful. He then marched in rear of the Indians
hundreds of miles to shield them from the Texans. This gallant and
chivalric officer died with a reputation dear to our country.

Major-General John Sedgwick, who fell during the war of the rebellion,
rendered similar services on the plains, in defense of the Arapahoes,
at about the same time; and Colonel Edward W. Wynkoop, five years
later, in behalf of the Cheyennes.

Other officers might be mentioned for similar services, among them
Generals Z. Taylor, W. S. Harney, and Alfred H. Terry. The last
mentioned, two years ago, with a strong head, heart, and hand,
squelched a conspiracy in Montana to exterminate the Crow Indians.
Again, the next summer, flying across the plains, and up the Missouri
river as fast as steam could carry him, to rescue a Sioux village from
the border settlers. This splendid officer was removed from the command
of the Department of Dakota, to make room for Hancock.

Captain Silas S. Soule, in Colorado, a few years ago, and Lieutenant
Philip Sheridan, in Oregon, ten years since, might also be referred to
in this connection, as drawing their swords in defense of the Indians
and the right.




WHAT SHALL BE DONE?


The question is, How can the problem be solved, so as to best protect
and secure the rights of the Indians, and at the same time promote the
welfare of both races?

Within the memory of the writer, the tomahawk once reflected the light
of burning cabins along the Tennessee, Ohio, Illinois, and Missouri
Rivers, and the scalping-knives dripped with the blood of our border
settlers, as we have driven the Indians back, back, to the setting sun!

But behold the change to-day, where the church has missions, and the
red men are treated like immortal beings, with souls to be saved.

Mr. Wm. Welsh says of what he saw in Nebraska: "The blanket and bow
discarded; the spear is broken, and the hatchet and war-club lie
buried. The skin-lodge (tepee) has given place to the cottage and the
mansion. Among the Santee Sioux, on Niobrara River, in Nebraska, the
Episcopal Church has a mission, where one can see the murderous weapons
and the conjuror's charms, by aid of which the medicine-man wrought his
fiendish arts.

"That is the _pipe-stem_,--never smoked except on the war-path,--always
blackened, being associated with deeds of darkness.

"These," he says, "are laid at the feet of our Christian missionaries,
such as Bishops Whipple and Clarkson, and Rev. Mr. Hinman; where
school-houses abound, and the feet of many thousand little children,
thirsting after knowledge, are seen entering those vestibules of
science; while churches, consecrated to the Christian's God, reflect
for miles the sun's rays, tokens of a brighter light to their darkened
heathen souls!

"Dear children, thanks to our holy religion, a few faithful men, taking
their lives in their hands, have gone forth at the church's
call,--bearing precious seed,--struggled and toiled, endured severe
privations, afflictions, and trials, and saved in tears the germs of
light, truth, and hope, which to-day have ripened into a glorious
harvest of intelligence and Christian civilization! Christ said, 'It
must needs be that offenses come, but woe unto that man by whom the
offense cometh.'"

Now, if the wrongs accumulated, done to the poor, ignorant pagan
Indians for years and years since the Mayflower landed her pilgrims on
these shores, are to be redressed in this world (for there is no
repentance for nations after), and if a God of justice so require that
we atone to them, or suffer greater torments from their children, who
shall say it is not a righteous retribution?

If we find them fierce, hostile, and revengeful, if they are cruel, and
sometimes perpetrate atrocities that sicken the soul, and almost
paralyze us with horror,--burning and pillaging,--let us remember that
two hundred and fifty years of injustice, oppression, and wrong, heaped
upon them by _our_ race, with cold, calculating, and relentless
perseverance, have filled them with the passion of revenge and made
them desperate. If you and I, boys, were Indians, we would do just as
Indians do. _Their tender mercies are cruel, but there is a reason why
it is so._

The former Indian agents, on a salary of eighteen hundred dollars a
year, got very rich in a short time. How could they do so but by
swindling the poor Indians, who have no idea of the relative value of
money, or the cost of goods?

Not long since a tribe just above us was paid off their annuities in
shoddy blankets; they were bought back again with whisky, and another
tribe was paid with the same blankets; and one agent took out several
thousand "elastics" (girls know what I mean) to pay the Indians (among
other things), and yet no wild Indian ever wore a stocking!

Again, as the Indian is crowded back beyond the tide of emigration, and
hanging like the froth of the billows upon the very edge is generally a
host of law-defying whites, who introduce among the Indians every form
of demoralization and disease with which depraved humanity in its most
degraded form is afflicted. These the Indian see more of than anybody
else (except the military, whom they look upon mostly as protectors),
as good people come along, the Indian must _push on_, still farther
toward the setting sun!




A GOOD JOKE BY LITTLE RAVEN.


Little Raven, an Arapahoe chief, laughed heartily when we told him
something about heaven and hell; remarking, "All good men--white and
red men--would go to heaven; all bad men, white or red, would go to
hell." Inquiring the cause of his merriment when he had recovered his
breath, he said, "I was much pleased with what you say of those two
places, and the kind of people that will go to each when they come to
die. It is a good notion,--heap good,--for if all the whites are like
the ones I know, when Indian gets to heaven but few whites will trouble
him there; pretty much all go to t'other place!"




HOW THE INDIAN IS CHEATED.


It is true, as General Harney remarked, "Better to board and lodge them
at the Fifth Avenue Hotel than to fight them, as a matter of economy."
Besides depleting the Indian appropriation fund, voted annually by
Congress, of millions of dollars, but which was used to carry on
elections, and the Indian got what was left; which may be compared to
cheese-parings and cheese, or skim-milk and cream. The Indian gets the
parings and the skim-milk!

The Quaker agents, as they are called, are doing a good work, because
they see that honest dealings are had with the annuities paid them. If
the President had done little else, this feature of reform will redound
to his credit forever.




BURIAL OF A CHIEF'S DAUGHTER.


Spotted Tail, the head chief of the Brule Sioux, sent a request to the
commanding officer at Fort Laramie, saying "his daughter had died in
Powder River country (fifteen days' journey), and had begged her father
to have her grave made among the whites." Consent was given, she having
been known to the officers for several years, and her death was brought
on by exposure to the hardships of wild Indian life, and also from
grief, that her tribe would go to war.

He was met outside the "Post" by the officers, with the honors due his
station. The officer in command spoke in words of comfort, saying, "he
sympathized with him, and was pleased at this mark of confidence in
committing to his care the remains of his loved child. The Great Spirit
had taken her, and he never did anything except for some good purpose.
Everything should be prepared for the funeral at sunset, and as the sun
went down, it might remind him of the darkness left in his lodge when
his daughter was taken away; but as the sun would surely rise again, so
she would rise, and some day we would all meet in the land of the Great
Spirit."

The chief exhibited great emotion at these words, and shed tears; a
thing quite unusual in an Indian. He took the hand of the officer and
said, "This must be a dream for me to be in such a fine room, and
surrounded by such as you. Have I been asleep during the last four
years of hardship and trial, dreaming that all is to be well again? or
is this real? Yes, I see that it is,--the beautiful day, the sky blue,
without a cloud; the wind calm and still, to suit the errand I came on,
and remind me that you offer me peace! We think we have been much
wronged, and entitled to compensation for damage done and distress
caused by making so many roads through our country, driving and
destroying the buffalo and game. My heart is very sad, and I cannot
talk on business. I will wait and see the counselors the Great Father
will send."

The scene, it is added, was the most impressive I ever saw, and all the
Indians were awed into silence. A scaffold was erected (see print) at
the cemetery, and a coffin was made. Just before sunset, the body was
carried, followed by the father and other relatives, with chaplain,[2]
officers, soldiers, and Indians. The chaplain read the beautiful
burial-service, interpreted by another to them.

      [2] Rev. A. Wright, post-chaplain, U. S. A.

One said, "I can hardly describe my feelings at witnessing here this
first Christian burial of an Indian, and one of such consideration
among her tribe. The hour, the place, the solemnity, even the
restrained weeping of the mother and other relatives, all combined to
affect me deeply."

It is added: the officers, to gratify Monica's father, each placed an
offering in her coffin. Colonel Maynadier, a pair of gauntlets, to keep
her hands warm (it was winter), Mr. Bullock gave a handsome piece of
red cassimere to cover the coffin. To complete the Indian ceremony, her
two milk-white ponies were killed and their heads and tails nailed on
the coffin. These ponies the Indians supposed she would ride again in
the hunting-grounds whither she had gone.




AN INDIAN RAID ON SIDNEY STATION, UNION PACIFIC RAILROAD.


In the month of April, 1868, while returning from the East, we took
dinner at Sidney Station, on the railroad, four hundred and fourteen
miles west of Omaha, at noon. While we were there, two freight
conductors brought in their trains and dined at the same time we did,
and when we started they were on the platform and said good-by to us.
They concluded to go out a fishing, a mile or two from the settlement,
behind one of the bluffs. We had not left on our way to Cheyenne more
than about an hour, when we learned by telegraph at "Antelope Station"
(thirty-seven miles), that a band of twenty or thirty Sioux Indians had
come suddenly upon the two conductors, named Cahoone and Kinney, and,
after a severe conflict, had shot both through with arrows, and scalped
one of them (Cahoone), besides killing some of the railroad hands at
work repairing the road near by the scene of conflict. Presently we met
a special train, consisting of engine and caboose-car, coming with
tremendous speed,--one mile a minute,--containing Dr. Latham, surgeon
of the railroad from Cheyenne. It seems that the soldiers--a small
company--were completely surprised, and not being mounted, could only
protect the station, but could not follow up the Indians to punish them
for their audacity.

There were nearly two hundred and fifty people, including one hundred
infantry soldiers, at the station; and the alarm of "Indians" being
given, the whole population turned out with such arms as they could lay
hold of. The sight of so many persons disconcerted the Indians, and
they checked their horses within a respectable distance of the station.
About two hundred shots were fired,--many of them in the wildest
manner, and mostly hurting nobody.

The Indians rode round the upper side of Sidney--_i.e._ west--after the
affray with the conductors, and attacked the section-men, circling
round and round (as usual in their mode of Indian warfare, to draw out
the fire of their enemies, till they exhaust their ammunition), till
they had killed several of the poor Irishmen at work. These men had
with them a hand-car, and the boss had a rifle with him, and only one
charge or cartridge in his gun. He did the best he could, however, by
jumping on the car and taking aim at his enemies, and keeping the gun
pointed towards them, while the men worked the hand-car safe into
Sidney Station. He escaped with his life, and several of his comrades.

These two conductors had about seven arrows shot into each of them,
several going right through their bodies, and which had to be broken
off to draw them out. One--Thomas Cahoone--was scalped twice, on the
top and back of his head. The other--William Kinney--kept his captor at
bay by a pistol he had, and thus aiming at the Indian, saved his hair.
Both were brought up carefully in the caboose-car to Cheyenne, and next
day I saw them under Dr. Latham's treatment. All thought that both
would surely die, but both got well; and the one who was scalped is now
living at a station on the Union Pacific Railroad. It is a terrible
operation to be scalped, and few survive it. But, thanks to the
surgeon's skill, these men are living, and feel very much like taking
vengeance on their tormentors,--_if they ever catch them_!




WHY DO INDIANS SCALP THEIR ENEMIES?


I have been a good deal puzzled to know the origin of this custom, of
always scalping a foe in battle, both among themselves and in fighting
white people. A negro is never scalped by the Indians. In conversing
with Major A. S. Burt, of 9th United States Infantry, at our post, who
has had much experience among the Indians on the plains, I learn some
things which give a clue to the matter, which agree with all I can
hear. He says that each Indian wears a "scalp-lock" (see engraving),
which is a long tuft of hair, into which the Indian inserts his
medicine, which consists generally of a few quills of eagle's feathers.
This "_medicine_" is simply a "_charm_," as we call it, gotten by
purchase of the medicine-man of the tribe. The medicine-man is the most
influential man in each tribe. He professes to be able to conjure, by
his arts and influence with the Great Spirit, certain articles, which
he sells to the Indians of his tribe. This "medicine" the superstitious
believe will cure diseases, and help him against his enemy in battle.
Hence, in scalping a fallen foe, the victor deprives him of his charm,
and shows it in triumph, as a token of his skill in battle. If you
visit an Indian in his tent, and ask him to show you his "medicine," he
will do so, if you pay him in such things as he needs to make therewith
a feast, both for himself and an offering to his medicine idol; but as
the idol can't eat, it goes of course into the stomach of the live
Indian![3]

      [3] The Indian keeps his "medicine" hung up in his tent, and
      prays to it,--dreams about it,--and if his dream is of good luck,
      he acts accordingly. This applies to hunting, going on war
      expeditions, etc.; in short, it is his sort of saint, to which he
      pays idolatrous worship.

Another idea: the Indian believes that the spirit of the enemy he slays
enters into himself, and he is thereby made the stronger; hence _he
slays all that he can_. I have seen young warriors in the streets of
Cheyenne, with their hair reaching down almost to their heels; and all
along it you'd see strung round pieces of silver, from the size of a
silver dollar to a tea-saucer; each one of which was a tell-tale of the
number of the scalps the young fellow had taken. It was what the ladies
would call a "waterfall!"

Speaking of this, as revealing the pride of Indians in showing their
prowess, I learned of a _young buck_, coming into a post and walking
round, dressed in the top of Indian fashion,--_i.e._ with paint on his
face, feathers in his hair, and brass ornaments on his leggins. These
young fellows put on all the gewgaws they can to make a show of
importance. Well, he finally walked into the post-trader's store, and
asked Mr. Bullock if he didn't think it made the officers _faint_ when
they saw him? "Yes," said he, "I think you'd better take off some of
your things (pointing to his trappings), they will scare somebody."




INDIAN BOY'S EDUCATION.


When an Indian gets to be eighteen years old, it is expected that he
will strike out for himself, and do some act to show his bravery; and
that begins in striking somebody to kill them (a white or Indian of a
hostile tribe), and to steal stock, a horse, or mule, or cattle.

No young warrior can get a wife till he has taken the scalp of a white
man or Indian, and have stolen a horse or pony. This being a law of the
Sioux, so in proportion as he scalps and steals horses so does his
number of wives increase, and the greater a warrior does he become. In
short, he becomes "a big heap chief." What to us becomes a murder or a
theft,--the very first act of a young Indian,--in his own tribe is a
great and praiseworthy deed. So you see what blood has been shed, and
other acts of cruelty caused by Spotted Tail, Red Cloud, and others,
who have imbrued their hands in the blood of innocent victims with a
fiendish delight that savages only know and take pleasure in.

As the arrows tell of the tribe to which they belong,--colored near the
end,--green for the Sioux, blue, Cheyenne, red or brown, Arrapahoes,
black feathers, Crow,--so the tribe to which an Indian murderer belongs
is known by the method (usually) by which the victim is scalped. The
Cheyennes remove a piece not larger than a silver dollar from
immediately over the left ear; the Arrapahoes take the same from over
the right ear. Others take from the crown, forehead, or nape of the
neck. The Utes take the entire scalp from ear to ear, and from forehead
to nape of neck.




MAKING PRESENTS.


A grocer in Julesburg had married a squaw; after awhile she left him
and joined her tribe. Coming that way again, she came and looked in
upon her former husband at the back-door, while all her relations stood
staring around to see if she would be welcomed back again. But he took
no notice of her. One of his friends said to him, "Joe, why don't you
go and call her in, you know you are glad to see her back again; you
certainly want her?"

"No, no," said he, "I ain't going to make any fuss over her at all. If
I do, the whole crowd of her relations, uncles, aunts, and cousins,
will come in to shake hands, and congratulate me with 'How, how,'
expecting each one to have a pound of sugar. No, no, you don't catch
me."




INDIANS MAKING SIGNALS.


The Indians can make signals to the distance of eight or ten miles to
their confederates. This is done in two ways: first, by lighting one or
more fires; secondly, by flashing the sunlight by small mirrors from
one bluff to another. Thus, by day or by night, they can communicate at
great distances. They have "field-glasses" also.

If an Indian is benighted on the plains, he can make himself quite
comfortable, where a white man would perish in the winter with cold. He
will gather some buffalo chips, and strike a fire with a flint, sitting
close to it, and throwing his blanket around him in shape of a tent,
and let the smoke go out of a hole at the top. He thus looks at night
like a stump on fire.




MERCIFUL INDIANS.


A poor old German was traveling in Colorado with his wagon, when he was
set upon by a lot of Indians. They drew their bows to shoot him, when
he dropped upon his knees and began to pray vehemently. "Oh," said he,
"mine goot friends, please don't shoot me! I'm joost the best friends
what you have got. I never killed not nobody, and please don't shoot a
poor fellow like me." The Indians did not understand a word he said,
but he acted in such a ludicrous manner, they thought he was crazy, and
so they let him pass unharmed. They seemed to have a sense of the
ludicrous, as they went off laughing at the poor Dutchman quite
heartily.




A SCENE AT NORTH PLATTE.


After the treaty with the Indians at Fort Laramie, in 1868, the Peace
Commission adjourned, part to go with General Sherman to New Mexico, a
part to meet at Fort Rice, Dakota, with General Terry, part to go up to
Fort Bridger, in Wyoming, with General Augur, and another with
Commissioner Taylor at North Platte, Nebraska, to meet different tribes
not present at Laramie. There I went to see Spotted Tail's band, and
learn all I could of Indian life. Spotted Tail was off on the
Republican River, in Kansas, hunting buffalo with White Bear and
Man-who-owns-his-Horses, nephew of Spotted Tail. Mr. Goodell, of
Chicago, was there, to see if he could not induce the Indians to
undertake the weaving of blankets and shawls, etc. by hand-looms, such
as are in use in the Ohio Penitentiary. I went with him to hear what
they would say. Rolled up in a blanket were specimens of woolen yarn of
bright colors, and a piece of cloth partly woven, and he had a picture
of a girl sitting at the loom in the act of weaving. Around us gathered
all the young squaws, who expressed great delight at the whole thing
and seemed to comprehend it; while young Indian lads stood at a
distance and only gave a grunt of qualified satisfaction, or
reservation. I should think there would be no difficulty in introducing
such work, as the squaws will readily labor on anything that promises
to add to their comfort or adornment of their persons.

Then quite an amusing incident occurred, which I must relate, though
the joke was upon myself, or my friend, Mr. G----. Seeing a tall young
squaw standing in front of her tent, I said, "Let us go and see what
she is doing." She had made her morning toilet, and was very prettily
dressed in gay colors, with a long red shawl on, coming down to her
feet. I should say the entrance to the tepees or tents is through a
hole hidden by a round hoop, covered with deer-skin, hanging by a
string only, so as to be thrust aside easily when one wants to enter.

I said to her, "Me wa-se-na-cha-wa-kon!" That is to say, I am a
medicine-man, or minister of the Great Spirit. "Wa-kon" means Great
Spirit. Looking first at me, then at Mr. G----, she raised her finger
and said, "Me no want." Then she turned and rushed into her tent,--shot
in like a prairie-dog into his hole,--leaving us to feel rather silly
by being so suddenly "cut" by a young beauty on the plains. I said,
"Mr. G----, she evidently don't like your good looks or mine," and we
walked off quite mortified. The interpreter explained her conduct,
saying she was not "sick," and therefore did not want any "charm" to
make her well.

Here I saw an Indian child, five years old, dressed in a most elegant
suit of buckskin, embroidered with beads and horse-hair of various
colors. The frock came below the knees, with a handsome fringe at the
bottom, and underneath the little fellow wore leggins and moccasins. I
never saw any child dressed so beautiful or looking like a little
prince, as he was, of the tribe. I would have given fifty dollars for
the "outfit," if I had a child to wear it. How is it that these rude
children of nature can do such beautiful bead-work,--all of the figures
as regular as if laid out by geometrical rule,--or as perfect as any
lady could make the figures of an afghan?

This station of the Union Pacific Railroad is just beyond the crossing
of the Platte River, of half a mile in width.

It is an important little place of a few hundred people, on account of
the machine-shops and round-house for locomotives, and as one of the
main points where Indians cross from Dakota to the Republican River
when on hunting expeditions. Hence a company of soldiers are stationed
here to protect the railroad and the long bridge just east of the town.
All along the road, at each station, are troops also for protection,
who usually "turn out," range in file, and "present arms" as the train
approaches.

Here we met a white man named Pratt,--that is to say, if he were washed
in the river he would look white,--who said that he had lived with the
tribe for sixteen years, and had nine (half-breed) children, and they
were more filthy and squalid than those of any other lodge.

A squaw had died here, and was buried as usual, by elevating the body
upon upright poles. A stock of food was left with her at night, to eat
on the way to the other country. But lo! in the morning she came down
and ate it all up, saying to her friends, "She wanted to see her aunt
before departing." She lived a week longer, and died, as it was
supposed, again. It is said that her friends got tired of such fooling,
and being determined to end the matter, adopted the white man's mode of
covering her up in the ground! Again she rose up and preferred some new
request; but thinking the old enchantress had stayed long enough this
side the hunting grounds, they forced her down and laid sufficient turf
upon her to keep her quiet for a long last sleep.

Among the Pawnees at Columbus, on the reservation near the railroad, an
Indian trader makes a good thing out of the poor fellows in this way:

For instance, the Indian Bureau pays off the tribe twice a year. In the
spring, blankets, etc.; these are worth at least three dollars each.
The Indians sell these blankets for a double handful of coffee and
sugar. Then they buy them back in the fall with money and buffalo meat,
which they sell to the trader at six cents the pound. He then cures the
meat and sells it back to them for twenty-five cents the pound; thus
making nine per cent. on it. Some one, it is said, complained to the
government about it, and they sent a new agent to them; but the Pawnees
had confidence in the old agent or trader named Platt, and they stoutly
refused to trade with the new man!




ACROSS THE PLAINS.


When Vice-President Colfax and Horace Greeley, and Governor Bross of
Illinois, made the journey overland to California, about twelve years
since, they went all the way by stage from the Missouri River to
Denver, Colorado, to Salt Lake, etc., through the mountains of the
Sierra Nevada. It took them about thirty days to go. Mr. Greeley said
he "could think of these plains (called in your maps the 'Great
American Desert') as fit for nothing but to fill up between commercial
cities!" But he was partly mistaken, as his friends are now planting a
colony (named Greeley) of intelligent settlers on the Cach-le-pow-dre
Creek, south of Cheyenne, fifty-five miles toward Denver, where ninety
thousand acres of land have been secured for tillage, and where
saw-mills and stores and dwellings are to be erected. The success of
this enterprise has led to another one. The railroad _has projected
civilization one hundred years ahead_, opening up a highway for
commerce from New York to the "Golden Gate," to Asia, Africa, and
China, which will astonish the world and divert the course of trade to
the Pacific coast.

But you are interested mainly, I see, in reading about the incidents
which attended the opening up of this great national highway.

The dangers attending the building of the road were sometimes very
great, as the Indians saw very plainly that it was the white man's
encroachment on his hunting-grounds. And when even the telegraph-poles
were being put up, long before, the Indians imagined that the
government was thus putting them up to fence off their hunting-grounds,
so they could not get any more buffalo! And once, after I came to Fort
Sedgwick, the wires were said to be "down," and no communication could
be had with other posts in the upper country. It was feared that the
Indians had been tampering with the wires, and torn them down. But the
operators went out under an escort of soldiers to see what the
difficulty was. They came back again in a couple of days, and reported
that the Indians had not meddled with the wires at all. But it seemed
that some buffaloes in a large drove had taken the privilege of
scratching their rumps against the poles, and thus tore them down; and
getting their horns entangled in the wires, the wild creatures had
carried off about four miles of telegraph-wire!




WHY DOES NOT THE INDIAN MEDDLE WITH THE TELEGRAPH?


It is said that the pioneer company over the plains got together
several chiefs and explained as well as they could the _modus operandi_
of obtaining electricity from the clouds, and making it useful in
conveying intelligence to great distances. This was hard for them to
believe, because they are superstitious, and attribute all phenomena
they do not fully understand to _conjuration_ or _charms_, such as
their medicine-man practices. However, they concluded to put the matter
to a test.

So it was that two principal Indians, about one hundred miles apart,
agreed to send a message over the lines on a given day, and then they
would travel toward each other as fast as they could to see if the
message (known only to themselves and the operator) should be correct.
Of course it proved as we would expect, and they were satisfied. This
intelligence has spread from one tribe to another, and they, believing
that it is somehow (as it is in truth) connected with the Great Spirit
who controls the winds and the storms; hence they do not meddle with
it.




PLUM CREEK MASSACRE.


But it is not to be supposed that the Indians quietly submitted to the
building of the railroad through their country.

The most formidable obstacle which was met with in building the road
occurred in 1866, by the throwing off the track a train of cars at Plum
Creek, near the Platte River, two hundred and thirty miles west of
Omaha.

The Indians were led on by a half-breed, and probably one or more
scalawag whites were engaged in this diabolical act, as one was found
among the killed with his face painted black and wearing Indian
clothing. Some one having a fertile imagination made a picture of this
scene, and I saw it copied in Philadelphia for some wall-paper to
ornament hotel dining-rooms. Speaking to some ladies there about the
delightful trip to California over the Pacific Railroad, one exclaimed,
"I would like to visit California, but oh, my! I never could venture on
the danger. Just look at the picture in the window, corner Chestnut
Street and Broad. The horrid Indians have thrown the cars off the
track, and killing all the passengers!" I explained to her that it was
a fancy sketch entirely, gotten up for a bar-room wall-paper, and that
it was ridiculous and false; for the picture was made to show the
locomotive off the rail, and the Indians riding round the cars in white
shirt sleeves and bright-red, flaring neckties, like gay cavaliers or
brigands!




PAWNEE INDIANS--YELLOW SUN AND BLUE HAWK.


Both these Indians declare themselves innocent of the crime of murder.
I visited Omaha in the fall of 1869, where they were lodged in jail
awaiting their trial. Just before I came one of them had escaped, and
gone back to the Pawnee reservation, near Columbus. Here the sheriff
and soldiers found him with his squaw, decked out in all their style of
paint and ornament, ready for the sacrifice. He was ready and willing
to be slain _among_ his own people, but to go back and suffer the
ignominy of being hung up by the neck till dead was more than he could
bear. If the Indian dies in this way, all believe they cannot enter
into the happy hunting-grounds.

They were supposed to have murdered Edward McMurty, near Grand Island,
Nebraska, in June, 1868.

After being shut up in a filthy jail about two years, they were
acquitted. This was a sample of the way we dispense justice in our
courts of law.




A TRIP TO FORT LARAMIE.


This post was established a great many years since by the American Fur
Company, to trade with the Indians, buying furs and peltries of them in
return for various articles of merchandise, such as tobacco, sugar,
coffee, blankets, calico, beads, etc. Mr. John Jacob Astor, the
millionaire of New York, made his great wealth by dealing in furs with
the Indians.

It is related of an agent of the company that while weighing the furs,
he would place his foot on the scales and call it a pound! Of course he
could keep it on as long as he chose, and the Indians would be none the
wiser. It is a good story, but in nowise related to Mr. Astor, who was
reputed to be honest, and at one time very poor.

It was full of curiosity that I started from Fort Russell with the
paymaster, Major Burbank, Inspector-General Sweitzer, Medical Director
J. B. Brown, and others, on the last of May, 1870, with an escort of a
dozen cavalry, to pay a few days' visit to Laramie, ninety-five miles
north-east of our post. Leaving at noon in procession, with three
ambulances and as many army wagons, scaling the bluffs, bare of
everything like trees or shrubs, and only covered with grass and wild
flowers, and now and then sage-bush and prickly-pear cactus, which are
very troublesome to the horses' feet. The roads were, as usual, very
hard and fine, so that up hill and down dale we made six miles to the
hour all the way. Our first station was Horse Creek, twenty-five miles,
where we camped on a fine stream of water for the night. When a party
thus camps out, the wagons are corraled, as it is called,--_i.e._ a
circle is made of them and the horses are tethered inside or _lariated_
with a rope long enough to let them feed, and this is held by an iron
stake or pin driven into the ground. Then the tents are put up in a
line, and at once begins the work of gathering brush and sticks (or
buffalo-chips), with which to cook a savory supper of bacon, potatoes,
and hot coffee. This is the time for cracking jokes, telling stories of
pioneer life,--and the colored boys are full of fun. We had one from
the South named Tom Williams, belonging to Colonel Mason, of the 5th
Cavalry. After enjoying our evening meal and getting ready to lie down
in our tents, spread on the grass, as the evening approached, the sun
was sinking behind Laramie Peak,--a mountain far away in the Black
Hills, towering up eight thousand feet,--and all nature was hushed into
repose, and each one with his lungs full of the light air, and his body
weary with a long ride, just dropping off to sleep,--all at once there
was a yell and halloo outside, which caused me to jump up and look out
to see if any red-skins had broke through the guard and invaded our
peaceful circle. Instead of scalping Sioux, there was nothing the
matter but the return of a drove of large beef-cattle we had passed
grazing on the Chugwater, and which sought our camping-ground on
account of a bare place where they could lie down and be warm for the
night. Our Tom was racing up and down among them, yelling "Hi, hi!" and
shaking his blanket in all directions to stampede the poor cattle, who
had as good a right as we to the soil.

Pickets were stationed all around us, and, save the snoring of some
tired sleeper and the occasional braying of a mule or two, we slept
soundly, with no fear of Indians. Here we met a white man and his wife,
a squaw, and several others, who were waiting for Red Cloud and his
chiefs, who were on their way to Washington from Fort Fetterman. They
were related to John Reichaud, a half-breed belonging to Red Cloud's
party. This Reichaud had lived about Laramie and Fetterman for many
years, and, by raising stock and trading, had accumulated, it is said,
about two hundred thousand dollars. During last winter, while drunk, he
quarreled with a soldier, and a little while after, in passing some
barracks at Fetterman, he aimed his revolver at a soldier, who was
sitting in front of his quarters, named Kernan, and killed him,
supposing it was the same soldier he had just before been quarreling
with. Finding out his mistake, he fled away up to Red Cloud's camp, and
while there incited the Indians to make war upon the whites. At the
time we were going up, General John E. Smith was journeying towards us
with Red Cloud and his band of warriors, and having Reichaud as the
chief's prisoner. It was said he expected to get the President to
pardon him and allow him to establish a trading-post for the
Ogallallas. The feeling against this outlaw was such as to make General
Smith fear that some one at Cheyenne would shoot him, and so the party
turned off to Pine Bluff Station, about forty-three miles east of that
town. We thus missed seeing them. But there were other objects of
interest in our journey, and we went on to the mail station, called the
Chug, a place not of much note,--for beside a company of cavalry, there
were not a dozen ranches there on the beautiful stream, along whose
banks were growing willow-trees, and the cottonwood also. Besides,
there were half a dozen tepees filled with half-breeds, who are herders
and wood-choppers in the mountains.

While the paymaster was dispensing the greenbacks to Uncle Sam's boys,
the doctor and I sallied out with a guide in search of those much
admired




MOSS AGATES,


which are here found in great abundance, even quarried out of a bluff
and carried off by the wagon-load. The guide had been there but once,
and somehow or other he could not locate it exactly, and we had a ride
out of six miles and back without finding the spot. Still, we picked up
a few on the way. As these are now so much the fashion for jewelry, I
will describe them. First, I should say that most suppose they contain
real moss, or fern-leaves, so distinct are they seen in a clear agate
to resemble them. Thus you see imitations of pine-trees, vines, a
deer's head, and sprigs of various kinds; but it is through iron
solutions penetrating them when in a soluble state. If you take a pen
and drop some ink into a tumbler of water, it will scatter and form for
the moment an appearance like a moss agate. These agates, when found on
bluffs or dry places, are coated over with a white covering of lime or
alkali. Those in the beds of rivers found along the line of the Pacific
Railroad, are smooth and transparent. They are called the "Cheyenne
brown agate," "Granger water agate," "Church Buttes light-blue agate,"
and the "Sweet-water agate."

There are great quantities of them near Church Butte and Granger
stations, nearly nine hundred miles west of Missouri River. You have to
poke among cobble-stones, etc. to find them, and when a person comes
upon a handsome specimen, he will shout, as did a minister from
Chicago, one day, with me, when he picked up a nice one as large as an
egg,--"Glory hallelujah!"

It is like searching for gold and silver,--very exciting, and far more
pleasurable than fishing or hunting. A friend here has about sixty
pounds of agates, for which he was offered by a lapidary in New York
five dollars a pound. A handsome stone for a ring or pin is worth, when
cut into shape, from three to five dollars. The lapidary cuts them with
a steel wheel, about eight inches in diameter, using oil and
diamond-dust in cutting and polishing.




A YOUNG BRAVE.


At Chug Station I met a frontiersman named Phillips, of long
experience, who told me in his new adobe house of an old chief who had
lost five sons, and when the first was slain he cut off a piece of his
thumb, next of his forefinger, and so on, till five told of his boys
killed. The last was a brave, and supposed no ball could hit him,
wearing, he supposed, "a charmed life." He came to the "Chug" and dared
them to shoot. As he and three or four more had killed a white man and
wounded others, the people all turned out, and Phillips shot the bold
young fellow, and wounded the rest of the party so that they died. The
body of the young Indian lay by the roadside for several weeks, till
the wolves and ravens had picked his bones, and I picked up his skull,
pierced through with several balls, to bring back and present to the
post-surgeon.

This grinning skull was lying on the grass which covered the roadside,
and almost beneath towering monuments or bluffs of sandstone, which jut
out at several points on the road, running along for great distances,
and towering up several hundred feet high. We passed soon after several
of these projections, which look like fortifications and baronial
castles of some knights of the olden time. "Chimney Rock" is well known
to travelers as a series of fluted columns, and standing solitary, as
sentinels in the desert, they look solemn, lonely, and sublime. Old
George, the stage-driver, has passed them twice a week for many years,
and the wonder is he has not lost his scalp.

Sometimes the chiefs and old Indians will cut slits in their cheeks and
rub ashes in them, sitting over the fire and bemoaning the loss of
their dead children. They present a horrid appearance to one who looks
at their pagan mode of bewailing the departed.

Arrived at Fort Laramie on the third day, we were courteously welcomed
by Colonel F. F. Flint, of the 4th Infantry, commandant of the post.
Delicacy dictates that we forbear to speak of the charming family which
surrounds him; but the rarity of Christian households in the army made
our visit there like to an oasis in the desert.

To visit the Indian graves surrounding the post was a prominent object
before us in going. Lieutenant Theodore F. True, with an orderly, two
mules, and a horse saddled, found us fording the Laramie River to
inspect the grave,--if such it can be called, as shown in the picture
on this page,--where the body was dried up like a mummy, and nothing
else but fragments of a buffalo-robe dangling in the wind was to be
seen. Relic hunters had carried away everything in the shape of bow and
arrow, wampum, etc.

We moralized over this beautiful feature of Indian superstition,
wherein they are certainly free from the horrid thought that any one is
ever buried alive!

Next we sought the place where the remains of Mon-i-ca, daughter of
Zin-ta-gah-lat-skah, was placed, by her request, in the white man's
cemetery, and alongside of the body of her uncle Sho-ta,--"Old
Smoke,"--an old warrior. The coffin was made at the post, and elevated
on posts about ten feet high. They cover these coffins with handsome
red broadcloth, and deposit in each all the trinkets and valuables
belonging to the departed. One other grave there the Indians visit
annually, and mourn over with their lamentations,--that of a Frenchman
named Sublette, who brought them down and directed them how to vanquish
their enemies, the Pawnees, in a great battle.




THE HEAD CHIEF--RED CLOUD.


Red Cloud is regarded as the head chief of the Sioux nation, and for
over twenty years has been thus venerated. He is fifty-three years old,
and claims to have fought in eighty-seven battles, often wounded, but
never badly hurt. Red Cloud is about six feet six inches in his
stockings (I mean moccasins), large features, high cheek bones, and a
big mouth, and walks knock-kneed, as others do. His face is painted,
and his ears pierced for gaudy rings, which men and women have an equal
pride for. His and other chiefs' robes were beautifully worked with
hair, beads, and jewels. His leggins were red, handsomely worked with
beads and horse-hair and ribbons, and his moccasins were fit for a
prince to wear.

He has encountered the Utes, Pawnees, Snakes, Blackfeet, Crows, and
Omahas. Thirty-three years ago, while he was the youngest of the
braves, he engaged with a party of one hundred and twenty-five warriors
of his tribe, and only twenty-five escaped alive. Twice was he wounded,
and so distinguished by his daring that he was made a chief for his
skill in fighting. Then he rose in rank to the highest station, and he
holds it to-day. His people regard him as one of the greatest warriors
on the plains, being skilled with the tomahawk, rifle, and bow and
arrow, and in councils of chiefs, his wonderful sagacity and eloquence
have stamped him, in the eyes of all Indians, as worthy of veneration
and implicit obedience. As I had missed the party on their way to
Washington by a few hours' tarrying on the "Chug," and General Smith
had taken a short cut across to Pine Bluff Station, seventy-three miles
below Cheyenne, to avoid a conflict anticipated about Richaud, I will
give an account gleaned from others, of this expedition, which it is
hoped may result in lasting peace.

The "outfit" assembled in front of General Flint's house, on their
arrival at Fort Laramie, and got up a regular war-dance to amuse the
general's family and others there. This chief, Red Cloud, whose fame
had extended hardly east of the Missouri River, has now spread over the
world; and from his wigwam and hunting-grounds, he is heard of across
the Atlantic as a great man of destiny. He has passed through Omaha and
Chicago to Washington in his war-paint, ornamented with eagle's
feathers, buffalo-skins, horse-hair, bears' claws, and trophies of his
skill, which he values more highly than a brigadier the stars upon his
shoulders!

Along with him were nineteen of his braves and four squaws, which is a
small number, considering that the Indian is a Mormon in the matter of
polygamy. The Indian _buys_ his wife (or wives) by giving a pony for
the prize; and when Mother Bickerdyck, the army-nurse, saw "Friday" in
Kansas, and upbraided him with having _two_ squaws, he said, "Well,
give me one white squaw, and I'll be content; you know one white squaw
is equal to two Indian squaws!"

General Smith was a favorite of Red Cloud's, having met him in the
Powder River country, and under circumstances which made him respected
among the Sioux Indians.

The chiefs on Red Cloud's staff, and going to Washington, were:

    Shem-ka-lu-tah, Red Dog.
    Mon-tah-o-he-te-kah, Brave Bear.
    Pah-gee, Little Bear.
    Mon-tah-zia, Yellow Bear.
    Makh-to-u-ta-kah, Sitting Bear.
    Makh-to-ha-she-na, Bearskin.
    Sha-ton-sa-pah, Black Hawk.
    Shunk-mon-e-too-ha-ka, Long Wolf.
    Me-wah-kohn, Sword.
    Ko-ke-pah, Afraid.
    Ke-cha-ksa-e-un-tah, The One that runs through.
    Ke-yah-lu-tah, Red Fly.
    En-ha-mah-to, Rock Bear.
    Me-nah-to-ne-ow-jah, Living Bear.
    Och-le-he-lu-tah, Red Shirt.


    _Squaws of High Blood._

    Dah-sa-no-we, The White Cow Rattler, Sword's wife.
    Ny-ge-uh-ha, Thunder Skin, wife of Ke-cha-ksa-e-un-tah.
    E-dah-zit-chu, The Woman without a Bow (Sansare tribe), wife of
      Yellow Bear.
    Mak-ko-cha-ny-an-tah-ker, The World Looker, wife of Black Hawk.


  [Illustration: ISAAC H. TUTTLE, A CONVERTED INDIAN CHIEF.]

  [Illustration: INDIAN BOYS PRACTICING WITH BOW AND ARROW.]

  [Illustration: INDIAN BURIAL.]

  [Illustration: BISHOP CLARKSON CONFIRMING CONVERTED INDIANS IN
  NEBRASKA AND DAKOTA.]

  [Illustration: GROUP OF CONVERTED INDIANS WITH THEIR PASTOR.]

  [Illustration: SPOTTED TAIL AND HIS SON.]


Along with them were John Richaud, the renegade, and a half-breed,
James McCluskey. Also William G. Bullock, the post-trader at Fort
Laramie, as familiar with the Indians as any one in those parts, unless
it is a wealthy merchant in St. Louis, Mr. Beauvais, a Frenchman.

As the Indians entered the cars at Pine Bluff Station,--and one can
hardly imagine what were their thoughts, because they had never before
seen a train of cars or a locomotive,--a friend who was there said
that, as soon as the cars started, the Indians expressed some terror in
their countenances, and all at once grasped hold of the seats with both
hands to hold on! As they passed through Columbus, on the road, several
of the Pawnees (their deadly enemies) came in and shook hands with
them. Arrived at Omaha, they were quartered at the Cozzens Hotel; but
instead of occupying bedrooms and beds, they spread their blankets and
skins on the floor, and sank down to a rest much coveted after a long
and tedious journey of a thousand miles. Here crowds poured in from
every quarter to interview these noted warriors; but as they did not
speak English, they were only gazed at by curious people.

_Red Dog_ ranks next as a warrior chief, and is much finer looking; but
Man-afraid-of-his-Horses (sick at home) is head chief in civil matters.

_Red Shirt_ is head chief of the White-Sash Band, of three hundred
braves, is twenty-seven years of age, and was twice wounded in battle.

_Long Wolf_, with four ugly scars, is of the same band.

_Black Hawk_, wounded three times, is about second to Red Cloud as a
bold warrior. All have distinguished themselves in various ways, and
their buffalo-robes are worked and stained with figures and various
objects, all of which tell the history of each one, describing minutely
from childhood the first game they killed, whether a bird, antelope, or
deer, and so on to some fight with an enemy,--all of which, clear as
mud to me, is plain to them as a book. It is said that Red Cloud had
prepared the following speech to make to his "Great Father," the
President; but he changed his mind, and made another:

    "Thousands of miles away, where the sun's last light falls on the
    big hills, I have left my people, to come and look my Father in the
    face. As that light makes us see all things around us clearly, so
    may the Great Spirit make our talk plain, that we may understand
    each other, and that our councils shall be as brothers who have met
    to smoke the pipe of peace. Father, I have heard that you are great
    and good. Listen to me, my Father, and let your ears hear one of
    your children, who comes from the wigwams of his people, with truth
    in his heart, and no lies upon his lips. I have made many treaties
    with your Commissioners, and they have promised many times, but
    have never kept their promises; and I have now come to see my Great
    Father myself, so that we can understand each other, and make no
    promises that we do not mean to keep. They have told you that I am
    a murderer; but I do not understand it in that way. You, Great
    Father, have driven me away from my country,--the only country I
    had to raise my children on. Tell me, Father, could any living man
    on this earth stand such a thing as this? Suppose I should go to
    your country, tear down your fences, and steal your cattle and your
    hogs, would you stand by and have no word to say? No, Father, I
    know you would not. In all the troubles of my people, the white man
    has been the first aggressor. Father, we are not cowards. We know
    that you are great, and that you can crush us with your mighty
    power. But we believe that you are good, and that you will protect
    your children, when they come to you for what they believe is
    theirs. We ask you to listen to us, to do by us as a good father
    should do by his children, and to let us carry back to our brothers
    and our people the assurance that the Great Spirit has smiled upon
    us, and that the Great Father is the Indian's friend, and the
    Indian's protector."




RED CLOUD'S JOURNEY.


The following piece of history is compiled from all that I could learn
about a journey, which will be worth preserving, if only the results
prove to be a lasting peace, as we hope and pray it will be.

In 1866, in searching for a short route to Montana and Idaho, the
government took possession of the Powder River and Big Horn country,
along the mountains, where gold is said to abound. A regiment of
soldiers was ordered, under Colonel Carrington,--the 18th Regulars,--to
open up a road and build forts for protection.

He went up by Fort Laramie, an old trading-post, situated on the North
Platte River; from there he laid out one that shortened the distance
from Omaha to Virginia City, Montana, three hundred miles. The colonel
founded three forts, one on Powder River, one at the crossing of the
Big Horn, and one on Tongue River. They were named Fort C. F. Smith,
Fort Reno, and Fort Phil. Kearney,--after distinguished generals. These
cost about six hundred thousand dollars. As soon as it reached the
Indians that their country was to be occupied by the whites, Red Cloud
claimed the whole portion all along the Big Horn Mountains, and sent
word to them that the Indians would kill all they met. Notice was sent
to the government that if the soldiers did not withdraw north of the
Platte, he would declare war. Of course no attention was paid to this,
and the colonel went on to open roads, strengthen posts, and patrol the
country. Some skirmishes took place between small bands of Indians and
parties, but no fight of much account occurred till fall.

In October it was said that Red Cloud had given orders for all the
Sioux to meet and prepare for war, and next month it was reported he
was marching at the head of three thousand warriors. This the
government as usual was slow to believe, and gave no heed to it. But
early in December the Indians became troublesome along the Powder River
country, and Red Cloud's policy was seen to guide them. The wily chief
had planned the movement so as to strike a hard blow and capture Fort
Kearney, and murder the garrison.




PHIL. KEARNEY MASSACRE.


Red Cloud collected all his warriors near the fort, and concealed them
in the hills. Watching his opportunity, he surrounded and attacked a
small party sent out against him from the post. As he expected, when
the attack was made known, the gates of the fort were thrown open, and
the main portion of the soldiers--cavalry and infantry--marched out to
rescue their friends, corraled by the Indians. As soon as he got them
where he wanted, in the hills, he surrounded them with his three
thousand warriors, and cutting off all chance of retreat, massacred
every one of them! So sudden was the surprise, that the battle was over
before a reinforcement could go out, and the commander at once closed
the gates and remained in a state of siege, to protect those who were
not slaughtered. In the Phil. Kearney massacre there fell three
officers, forty-nine infantry, twenty-two cavalry, and two citizen
employés, with Colonel Fetterman, the officer who led them.

After the Phil. Kearney massacre, which thrilled the country with
horror, the government hastened to call a council with all the tribes
at Fort Laramie, and sent Generals Sherman, Harney, Sanborn, Terry,
Augur, and Colonel Tappan to treat with them. Red Cloud kept up his
skirmishes and fights as occasion offered. The 1st of August, 1867, the
Sioux attacked and killed Lieutenant Sternberg, of 27th Regiment
Infantry. And the next day quite a large body of warriors engaged Major
Powell and his soldiers on the Piney Creek, four miles from Kearney,
and a severe battle was fought for hours. On the 27th, some Indians
came down--about one hundred and twenty--to the hay-fields near the
fort, and Lieutenant Belden, of 2d Cavalry (a good fighter), went for
them with forty soldiers, and cleared them out. On the 3d November,
Brevet Captain E. R. P. Shurley (whom the writer knew as post-adjutant
in Camp Douglas, Illinois, and who was wounded in the war) was suddenly
attacked on Goose Creek; he was desperately wounded, and his command
was surrounded and "corraled" for some time, until troops came to his
relief and saved the "outfit." Soon after, the train going to Phil.
Kearney was attacked and corraled within three miles of the post. The
14th December, the wood-choppers for the forts were attacked on the Big
Piney, and two men wounded. The forts now were in a state of siege, and
communication between them became nearly cut off. The council at
Laramie agreed to abandon that portion of the country, it being no
longer needed, as freighting was changed to Montana, via Corinne, on
the Pacific Railroad. But the Indians became impatient, and to hurry up
matters, they kept on skirmishing from time to time. These were Sioux
and some of the Arapahoes and Cheyennes.

In January, 1868, quite a _scare_ was gotten up at Phil. Kearney by the
sudden appearance of several hundred Sioux, Cheyennes, and Arapahoes,
along with some friendly Crow Indians, and an attack was supposed to be
meditated.

Dr. Matthews, one of the special peace commissioners, was there at the
time, and he sent a message to the chiefs to meet him in council on the
hill above the fort. Most of the Indians came, and after prayer by
post-chaplain White, and a long smoke, the doctor made them a speech.
After this, an old Sioux Indian, named the "Stabber," got up and said,--

    "Whoever our father who has just spoken is, I believe he is a good
    man. We are told that the Great Father (President) sent word some
    time ago for his soldiers to leave the country, and I want to tell
    you that we want them to hurry and go. Send word to the Great
    Father to take away his warriors with the snow and he will please
    us. If they can go right away, let it be done, so that we can bring
    our old men, women, and children to live on these grounds in peace,
    as they did before you all came here. The Sioux, Arapahoes, and
    Cheyennes never fought each other until you came and drove away the
    game (meaning in the whole West), and then attempted to drive us
    away. Now we fight each other for sufficient ground to hunt upon,
    though all the lands to the east were once ours. We are talking
    to-day on our own grounds. God Almighty made this ground, and when
    He made it He made it for us. Look about you, and see how He has
    stocked it with game. The elk, the buffalo, and deer are our meat,
    and He put them here for us to feed upon. Your homes are in the
    East, and you have beef cattle to eat. Why, then, do you come here
    to bother us? What have you your soldiers here for, unless it is to
    fight and kill us? If you will go away to your homes and leave us,
    we will be at peace, but if you stay we will fight. We do not go to
    your homes, then why come to ours? You say we steal your cattle and
    horses; well, do you not know that when you come into our lands,
    and kill and drive away the game, you steal from us? That is the
    reason we steal your stock. I am done."

When "Stabber" sat down, "Black Hawk" (now _en route_ for Washington)
came forward and said,--

    "Where was I made? I was raised in the West, not in the East. I was
    not raised in a chair, but grew upon the ground." He then sat down
    on the earth, and continued: "Here is my mother, and I will stay
    with her and protect her. Laramie has always been our place for
    talking, and I did not like to come here. You are getting too far
    west. You have killed many of our young men, and we have killed
    some of yours in return. I want to quit fighting to-day. I want you
    to take pity on us and go away."

A Cheyenne chief next addressed the council. He said,--

    "We have been told that these forts are to be abandoned and the new
    road given up, and we have come over to see about it. If this is
    true, tell me so. I never thought we would come to a council so far
    west, but the old men prevailed and we are here. All last summer we
    heard that General Harney wanted to see us at Laramie, but we would
    not go. General Sherman also sent for us, but we would not listen
    while you were here. I do not know the name of my father there
    (pointing to Dr. Matthews), nor who at present is my Great Father
    (President) at Washington, but this I do know, my father (his
    parent) when he raised me told me to shake hands with the white
    man, and to try to live at peace with him, for he was very
    powerful. But my father also told me to fight my enemies, and since
    the white man has made himself an enemy I fight him. How are you
    our enemy? You come here and drive away our game, and he who does
    that steals away our bread, and becomes the Indian's bitterest
    enemy, for the Indian must have food to live. I have fought you,
    and I have stolen from you, but I have done both to live. The only
    road you have a right to travel is the Platte road. We have never
    crossed it to fight you. I am a soldier. I have a great many young
    men here who are soldiers, and will do my bidding. It is our duty
    to protect and feed our old men, women, and children, and we must
    do it. If you are friendly, why don't you give us powder and
    bullets to shoot game with? We will not use them against you,
    unless you do us harm. I want ten kegs, and when the other tribes
    know you have given them to me they will know we are good friends,
    and will come in and treat, and we will all live at peace. I come
    here to hear talk, not to make talk. We are poor. Take pity on us,
    and deal justly by us. I have done."

The next speaker was a Crow chief, who, standing by the council-table,
said,--

    "Sioux, Cheyennes, Arapahoes, Crows, Father: I have been listening
    to your words, and they sound good. I hope you are not lying to
    each other. The Crows have long been the friends of the whites, and
    we want peace for all. We want powder, and when the white Father
    makes us presents, I want him to give us a good deal of ammunition."

An Arapahoe chief said:

    "I want to say this: You are here with soldiers, and what for?
    Soldiers are your fighting men. Do you then want to fight? If so,
    tell us. If you desire peace, send your soldiers away. I have some
    of your stock. I would like to see you come and try to get it
    back."

This ended the talk on the part of the Indians,--then Dr. Matthews
replied. He told them the Peace Commissioners would as willingly meet
at Laramie as at any other place, but it was more convenient for the
Indians to come to Fort Kearney. He did not promise them that the roads
and country would be given up, or the posts abandoned. As to the powder
the Indians asked for, he gave no reply, but said, "If the Indians
cease fighting and keep the peace during the winter, the Commissioners
will meet them in the spring and make a treaty, which will satisfy both
them and us." The council broke up,--no good result being reached,--and
the Indians being evidently in bad temper. When asked why Red Cloud did
not come in to attend the council, a chief said, "He has sent us as the
Great Father has sent you. When the Great Father comes, Red Cloud will
be here!" This meant that the haughty chief would only treat through
his agents, unless President Johnson came in person.

After the council in January, matters were unsettled all along the
northwestern frontier until 10th April, 1868, when a large party of
Indians appeared on the bluffs overlooking Phil. Kearney Fort. General
John E. Smith (who was Red Cloud's choice to escort him to Washington)
was at the time commanding the post, and made signals to the Indians to
come in, but they refused to do so.

Most of the Indians carried scalp poles, and wore war-paint, to show
that they were hostile. Finding that they would not come in, General
Smith mounted his horse, and, taking an interpreter (Boyer), rode out
to have a parley with them. The general wished to go up the hill, but
the interpreter begged him not to do so, and then rode to the bottom
and called out, "How?" Then a chief replied, "How?"

_General Smith._--Come down, I want to talk.

_Chief._--Who are you, and what do you want to talk about?

_General Smith._--I am the chief at the fort, and want to see you.

Three Indians then advanced, and came slowly down the hill to where
General Smith and Boyer were. When the chief, who was in his war-paint,
came up, General Smith held out his hand, but the chief refused to take
it, saying, "My brother was killed over there at the Phil. Kearney
massacre, and I swore never again to shake hands with a white man."

_General Smith._--Who are you, and who are those Indians on the hill?

_Chief._--I am a chief, and the warriors are part of Red Cloud's band.
Here is his son (at the same time pointing to a young man who sat on a
pony by his side).

_General Smith._--What have you come here for?

_Chief._--We have been on the Laramie road, fighting the Snakes.

_General Smith._--You were expected at the big talk at Laramie by the
Peace Commissioners.

_Chief._--I was there, and they promised that this country should be
abandoned by your troops in two months. The two months are up, you are
still here, and I see no sign of your moving.

_General Smith_ (sharply). We have made some preparations to go, and
will leave as soon as all is in readiness; but if your warriors commit
depredations, or kill any more white men, we will not go at all, but
stay here, kill you and drive off your game.

_Chief_ (not noticing this threat). I want you to give me something to
eat for my young men, and I will go over there and camp on the creek
to-night.

_General Smith._--I have nothing to give you, but I want to warn you to
restrain your warriors from committing any depredations around here.

At this stage of the interview, a company of cavalry, which General
Smith had ordered to saddle up and stand ready for any emergency, was
seen filing out of the gates of the post, and as soon as the Indians
caught sight of the troops, they whipped up their ponies and did not
stop till out of sight.

General Smith was very much provoked at this interruption, by a stupid
officer coming out when he had no business to do so,--and the
impression of treachery on his part made on the minds of the Indians
caused them to refuse to come back again to have another talk with him.
Near sunset, the Indians were seen crossing the plateau near the creek
where the chief indicated he would camp. The evening gun fired as they
crossed the stream, and the whole party halted and took a good look at
the fort. After a confab among themselves, they seemed to think some
sort of defiance had been shown them, and a warrior aiming his gun at
the fort, fired. The ball struck on the parade-ground, but did no harm.

The Indians then went into camp, but went off next morning for Red
Cloud's camp, which it is thought was not far off. General Smith soon
after gave up the post, as ordered to from Washington; and in like
manner Reno and C. F. Smith were abandoned, and the troops marched down
to Fort Russell. The Indians did not attack the troops, but followed
and stole stock when they could. No sooner were the forts abandoned
than the Indians came in and set fire to the buildings, destroying
property that cost the government over half a million dollars. They did
this lest the troops should come back and occupy them again. But the
giving up of these posts gave the Indians a false idea of their power,
and they thought the government did it from fear.

Many of the Sioux now actually believe that their nation is more
powerful than the United States, and Red Cloud a greater warrior than
Grant, Sherman, or Sheridan. One of Red Cloud's party said, "If you are
so strong and have so many warriors, why did you not keep your forts on
the Powder River?" The delegation to Washington will go back and tell
the people not how many men, women, and children they saw, as evidence
of our power and greatness, but how many horses, soldiers, guns, and
corn they saw. For thus they estimate the power and glory of a nation.

Red Cloud won great glory among all the Indians on the plains by his
skill in manoeuvring in getting us to give up four hundred miles of
rich territory, pulling down three forts, and retiring back to the
Platte River. No chief since King Philip or Red Jacket has achieved
such a feat and a reputation as Red Cloud.

On account of repeated acts of hostility on the part of the Sioux, the
government refused to trade with them at the posts, or have traders
sent among them. They need powder and lead, etc., but it would be used
to kill our people instead of game,--they allege it is needed, for now
it is more scarce.

Red Cloud came into Laramie and Fetterman several times to get leave to
trade, but at last he said "he'd go to the Great Father at Washington,
and not treat with understrappers, with whom he will in future have
nothing to do." About the middle of April he left his hunting-grounds,
and on the 24th appeared on the north bank of Platte, opposite Fort
Fetterman. With him were some warriors, squaws, and children. They
marched down to the ferry in state, singing their song of welcome, and
shouted across that they were in a hurry! They were halted there till
next day, and the warriors allowed to come over unarmed.

Colonel Chambers, commanding, received them at headquarters. A long
smoke all round followed, and then Red Cloud rose up and in a loud
voice invoked the countenance and favor of the Great Spirit on his
mission, shook hands with all the officers present, and went up to the
council-table to have a long talk, as he had come a long way, and
wanted to trade.

He said, "I have been treating with you since 1851, and no good has
come of it. Our treaties do not last, and now I want to go and see the
Great Father, and make a treaty that will last. Tell the Great Father I
am here and desire to see him, and take fifty of my people with me to
see him. I will wait for his reply at my camp beyond the river."

Colonel Chambers said he would "_blow the Great Father a message on his
hollow wire_, and repeat all the chief had said to him," which quite
pleased Red Cloud. He said, "I have waited for the soldiers to leave my
country, and I want things settled."

The colonel intimated that the Father was at that time very far away at
the East, and it might be many "sleeps" before he could hear from him,
and as soon as the Father blew back words by the telegraph, he would
send word to the chief's camp and let him know. He then asked to trade,
and was allowed to buy tobacco and flour for robes left with the
commissary, but nothing else.

He then spoke of his prisoner, John Richaud, and his wish to take him
to Washington for a pardon. Also, that Richaud had some property in the
fort locked up, which he wanted a chief to take care of. Colonel C----
said he would not do that without orders from his chief (General Augur)
at Omaha. This was satisfactory, and the chief sat down.

Speeches then were made by Man-afraid-of-his-Horses and Red Horse, and
the council broke up.

Soon as it was known at Washington, and a consultation was had with
General Sherman and Secretary of War Belknap, the President sent word
that he would be glad to see the chief, and would send a guide to show
him the way to the Great Father's wigwam. This message came the 12th
May, and the Indians started on the 14th. A great dance was celebrated
among the tribe of Ogallallas, and repeated at Fort Laramie for the
officers and families.

To this point Red Cloud's son and wife came, but they returned with the
others to their hunting-grounds in the Sioux country.

When the party under General Smith left the post in ambulances, etc.,
some felt "sea-sick," never having rode in a wagon before!

Once on the cars, it was kept as quiet as possible. At Frémont,
forty-seven miles from Omaha, it had leaked out, and much excitement
prevailed there, as it was reported that the Pawnees, the old and
inveterate enemies of the Sioux, were coming in from their reservation
(near there), and would attack the train and kill the Sioux chiefs. A
number of them were there when the train came along, but they kept very
quiet. One or two of the Pawnees went up and shook hands with their old
enemies (with whom a deadly feud has existed for years), but they were
closely watched by General Smith, lest a stab should be given with
their knives. Although the Sioux chiefs were told of the danger, they
were "as cool about it as a cucumber." They looked at their knives
being all right, and that was all. Of course all along their route they
were objects of curiosity to everybody; and had the government declined
to have them go (as it was said at first they would), a war would have
followed soon after!




PERILOUS ADVENTURE--PURSUIT OF A HORSE-THIEF.


A young man named Frank Hunter, born in Massachusetts, migrated to the
Indian country, and was very successfully employed as a government
detective in "Camp Carling," between Cheyenne and Fort Russell. In the
winter of 1868, a bold robbery was committed by a man employed in
taking care of horses by Major J. D. Woolley, the post-trader at Fort
Russell.

One morning in December the stable-door was left open, and soon found
out that the man and two valuable horses were missing. One of them
belonged to Lieutenant Wanless, of the 2d United States Cavalry (who
was East at the time on leave); this was the fastest pacing horse in
the territory, and for which he had refused a high price in money. The
other belonged to the major, and was of considerable value. The matter
of catching the thief and horses was given into Mr. Hunter's hands,
with instructions to spare no pains or expense in securing the thief,
who had hired out on purpose to steal the fast nag. The following I
copied from the detective's journal, and verified the facts from other
sources.

Mr. Hunter started out to Colorado with ten cavalrymen and Lieutenant
Belden on the road to Denver _via_ Boulder City, to prevent the thief
(who went by the name of Durant) from getting into the mountains, and
so on to New Mexico. This trip proved fruitless. The alternative that
suggested itself was that the thief had gone another road, towards the
Smoky-Hill route. The first tidings revealed the fact to them, at the
South Platte River, that the inferior horse had been disposed of near
Godfrey's ranch on the Platte, where the writer's horse and a beautiful
Cheyenne pony had been taken by horse-thieves in the preceding summer.
The thief, hard pushed for money, had sold Mr. Woolley's horse to a man
here named Perkins, who paid thirty-five dollars, while he was worth
two hundred dollars. This he placed out of the way, some thirty miles
off, thinking him safe from discovery.

Here the utmost caution and strategy were necessary to recover this
horse they had secreted, and find out what road the rogues took with
the thoroughbred animal. But it was done. The detective came back to
Cheyenne with his escort and left it there. Then, on one of Wells,
Fargo & Co.'s fast coaches, he embarked for Denver City. A heavy
snow-storm set in and impeded the way. Thus the thief had nine days the
start.

From Denver he made the best of his way--after being detained five days
by the storm--for Sheridan, in Kansas, which was reached in five more
days' time,--the trip being made usually by railroad in forty-eight
hours. At Sheridan the cars were blockaded with snow, and quite a
number of gentlemen were snow-bound, among them the members of Congress
from New Mexico and Kansas. The detective proposed to these honorable
gents the pleasure of a tramp as far as Fort Hays, only one hundred and
thirty-five miles! All agreed, and the party set out, though the snow
was very deep.

The expedition proved to be one of much interest; but the pursuit of
the thief being the main object before us, we find the detective
arrived at Fort Harker, Kansas, and in communication with a gentleman
named Stone, who had seen the famous pacer, and had tried to buy him of
the supposed owner; and from him the detective learned that the horse
was near at hand, only twenty miles farther east, at a place called
"Saline," on a small river, in Kansas. From this place the thief
intended to convey the horse to Aurora, Illinois (his native town), to
match him there with another, and thus to obtain a large sum of money
for his thieving wickedness.

Arrived in Saline, Mr. Hunter lost no time in putting himself in
communication with the sheriff there, who seemed to Mr. Hunter not to
be entirely reliable; indeed, from a careful survey of faces of the
loungers in the bar-room of the one-horse town of border settlers, the
sheriff appeared to be hand-in-glove with the thief, so he concluded
that his only chance of any help in the matter could come from the
landlord and the telegraph operator,--the latter having sent messages
from the rogue to Aurora, while detained there by the depth of snow.
But no time was to be lost, and a desperate effort must be made.

Mr. Hunter went into the bar-room with the sheriff, after breakfast,
and a crowd was sitting around the stove. The rogue was sent for with a
message that "a gentleman wished to speak with him." He came into the
room presently, picking his teeth, and putting on an assumed air of
indifference; he looked at the detective with a coolness quite
refreshing, as he stepped up to the bar and called for cigars, saying,
"Gentlemen, who'll have a smoke? I don't see any _gentleman_ here that
I know, besides myself."

"How are you, Ned?" said Mr. Hunter. "You don't know me?"

"Gentlemen," replied he, "on my honor, before God, I never saw this man
before in my life! This is a put-up game of a man named Stone, to bilk
me out of my fast horse; and (putting his hand on his six-shooter in
his belt) no man shall get this horse, which I bought, or me either,
alive."

The detective with great presence of mind assured him that his game was
up; that the first motion he made of resistance he was a dead man! Then
drawing a pair of manacles from his pocket, he soon clasped them on his
prisoner's wrists, and relieved the rogue of his pistols, handing them
over to the barkeeper for safety. He was taken to his room to pick up
his traps, until the horse could be saddled up to return.

By this time a reaction had taken place among the crowd, who seemed to
sympathize with the thief, and some exclaimed against taking him, and
for all they knew, he might be innocent. Here was a new danger not
expected. If these fifteen or twenty hard-looking customers should take
it into their heads to vote the man guiltless, there was an end to
justice, and the detective might find himself suspended from the
nearest cottonwood limb of a tree, dangling like Mohammed's coffin,
between heaven and earth! But as good luck would have it, the irons
pressed tightly and painfully on the wrists of the captive, and he
cried from his room, "Hunter! oh, Hunter! come and loose these cursed
irons,--they're killing me!"

"Now, gentlemen," said Hunter, "you see whether he knows me or not." To
the prisoner he said, "I'll loosen them if you'll tell all about it."
He came in and said, "Yes, I stole the horse; I'm a thief, and that man
is a detective of the government from Cheyenne."

Of course, here all danger should end, and my story cease. But the
truth is, something new turned up very often to embarrass the journey
back to Cheyenne. After leaving Fort Harker, a new dodge was attempted,
but different from the one that Paddy essayed when he greased the
horse's mouth to save the oats. Leaving the culprit in irons at Fort
Harker, the detective proceeded on to Fort Ellsworth, Kansas, from
which place he started in the morning with his horse, in high hopes of
reaching Cheyenne in a few days.

But alas for the vanity of human hopes and expectations! Having ridden
about fifteen miles, the horse came to a sudden pause, and acted like
one afflicted with spring-halt. Stopping at a ranch near by, after a
careful examination, it was found that some precious villains had tied
some silk cords on his legs underneath the fetlocks, thoroughly
crippling him, so he could hardly move a limb. They hoped to lame the
horse till he could be stolen again! But it was not successful. This
journey of seventeen hundred miles cost the sum of six hundred dollars.
But the horses were valued at fifteen hundred dollars, and it was right
to put a stop, if possible, to the crime so common in the West of
stealing horses, and one which subjects the culprit to a ball in his
body, if needful to recapture stolen stock, and all say it is just and
right, as a man's horse there may, in some cases, be "his life."

But the fellow while in limbo sawed off the chain and ball from his leg
and escaped. He, moreover, had the impudence to write a saucy letter to
Mr. Hunter, telling him "that the caged bird had flown, and the
probability of their never meeting again!"

The rascal had been a soldier in the army, deserting several times, and
re-enlisting under a new name each time, at different posts in the
western country.




HANGING HORSE-THIEVES.


It seems awful when we hear of the "Vigilance committees" in new
countries. They are a body of men combining together, in a secret
society, to rid the community of vile men, who rob, steal, and commit
murder, just as easy as lying, and all for a few dollars. I say it
seems awful to hear of their sentencing individuals to be hung by the
neck to the telegraph-poles, often with only a single hour's notice,
without a trial by jury. But it is done in new towns such as Julesburg
was, where people would not be safe without some such action.
California began it, and other places found it necessary.

At Cheyenne, when it was full of these horse-thieves and gamblers, I
was called upon to bury "a gentleman" (as he was called), who had died
suddenly, they said, at the "Beauvais House." I went down from the fort
in February, and as the day was pleasant, crowds of young men were
gathered in front of the house, and the street was full of carriages.
It seems the dead man was the proprietor of the hotel, and it did not
bear a very good reputation. Harris had formerly a partner named
Martin, with whom he had a quarrel one evening, and Harris ordered his
former partner to leave,--shutting the door upon him. Then Martin
turned and shot three balls through the panel of the door, one of which
hit Harris, and of which he died in about twelve hours. This produced a
great excitement, and called out the crowd at the funeral. The person
in charge asked me to step out on the balcony and address the people in
the street. But I declined, and said I would speak to the young men, as
I felt it my duty to do, in the parlor and hall. I remarked to them
"that the deceased was past our praise or blame. But it was my duty to
warn them at this time, when no man's life was safe, to think of the
shortness and uncertainty of human life! Here, away from good examples
you once had at home, you are in much danger. You and I think that we
will die on a sick-bed, with dear friends around us; but you nor I will
die just when or where we expect to. Some of you _have learned to say
your prayers at your mother's knee_, but you forget, or are ashamed to
do so now. Oh, be warned, my friends, to seek Christ and his favor, and
He will take care of you, etc."

I could see many faces intent on what I had to say, and among them was
a little dwarf belonging to the house, as an errand-boy. He covered up
his face with his hands, sitting upon a low stool, and perhaps his mind
wandered back to the humble cottage where he was born, and a mother's
smile was his best beacon of goodness: he had not forgotten! For when I
came back from the graveyard, he said, "Parson, I thought a good deal
about what you said, indeed I did, _and it's true, every word of it,
you bet_!"

Martin was tried by a court, and got clear. But he was fool enough to
go round the saloons right away, boasting that he would serve out
several more before breakfast. Then the vigilantes got hold of him that
night, and hung him to the telegraph-poles near Cheyenne, till he was
dead.

Sam Dugan was in our military prison at Fort Russell, for the crime of
stealing horses. He was released upon a writ of _habeas corpus_ from
Colorado and taken to Denver, where members of the vigilance committee
took him from jail outside the city in an express-wagon, and fastening
a rope around his neck, and throwing it over a limb of a large
cottonwood-tree, they hung him up; leaving the body suspended for
twenty-four hours.

He confessed to have stolen many horses, and to have murdered at least
six men in his life on the plains.

Most of these hardened villains die as brave men; but Dugan they said
whined like a child. He was really afraid to die, because of his great
wickedness.




AN INDIAN FIGHT AT SWEETWATER MINES.


On the morning of the 4th May, 1870, there was a desperate fight with
two companies of the 2d United States Cavalry, under Major D. S. Gordon
and Lieutenant C. B. Stambaugh, a god-child of General Sherman. The
Indians had committed some outrages, in return for which a party of
miners killed a chief named Black Bear, his squaw, and eleven other
Indians, Arapahoes.

When the principal chief of the Arapahoes heard of the fate of Black
Bear and his party, he was very angry, and called together three
hundred warriors (the tribe only numbering about fifteen hundred
souls), and marched for Atlantic City, as it is called (a small town in
the Wind River valley). Two companies of cavalry camped near the place
just before the Arapahoe warriors appeared. A young man named Bennett
saw them first, as he was driving his mules from the pasture. The
Indians at once surrounded him and marched for the town, to kill him in
sight of the village, where the troops were, but not known to the
Indians. Bennett soon saw they were taking him towards a gulch close by
the village where Gordon and Stambaugh were camped.

On coming up to the top of the hill, the camp was in full view, and
only a few hundred yards away.

Bennett shouted at once for help, and, putting out as hard as he could,
soon got into camp safe and sound. The sight of the military astonished
the Indians so that they did not try to recapture Bennett, but made
good time in every direction to escape. The soldiers were just getting
up for "_reveille_," when the guard saw Bennett coming with the
Indians, they driving and whipping him with their bows. The shout rang
out, "Indians! Indians!" and at once they opened fire, officers and
soldiers tumbling out of their beds. Some had on their drawers
only,--some in one stocking, and many without boots,--all seized their
arms, and rushing to the picket lines, unhitched their horses, jumped
on with no time to saddle, and without hats galloped over the hills in
pursuit of the flying Indians. Learning that some cattle were run off
near the town, some of the soldiers galloped through the streets and
hallooing "Indians!"--a cry the most terrible of all alarms along the
border,--soon brought every man to his feet, and gun in hand, rush out
to meet the foe. Soon these half-naked warriors had cleared the hills
of the red men, and strolling home as the sun rose over the bluffs,
when a horseman came into Major Gordon's camp with the news that
"Miner's Delight" camp was attacked, and the teams of Mr. Fleming, who
was hauling hay for the government. Major Gordon taking Lieutenant
Stambaugh, Sergeant Brown, and nine privates (all the soldiers in the
camp), and leaving orders for the rest to follow as fast as they came
in, they set off for the hay-field, distant about eight miles. There
they saw none, as the Indians had left, but striking their trail, went
on as fast as possible. A storm had been gathering all the morning, and
soon as they had gone six miles, it burst upon them with terrible fury,
completely covering up all traces of the enemy. The major thinking it
useless to follow further, set out to return to the post; but he had
not gone far before he encountered a lot of about sixty Indians. The
snow and sleet was so blinding at the time, that he did not see them
until he came close upon them. A charge at once was ordered, and the
troops dashed forward, scattering the Indians in every direction.
Unfortunately, however, in the attack Lieutenant Stambaugh received a
ball from an Indian's pistol, and Sergeant Brown had his jaw broken by
another shot. Lieutenant S----, though wounded, was held on to his
horse by Major Gordon, until surrounded by an immense crowd of
desperate warriors, when Gordon told Stambaugh, "For God's sake, hold
on to the mane of your horse, as I have to shoot!"

Lieutenant S---- fell off soon after, valiantly fighting. He was shot
through the head sideways,--from the throat up through his
brain,--through the chest, arms, and hands. He was brave to a fault,
and the Indians probably took him for a "brave" white chief of high
rank.

Seeing these two men fall from their horses, and that few soldiers were
there, the Indians rallied and charged them furiously. A severe fight
followed over the body of Stambaugh, the savages trying to capture and
scalp it, and the soldiers defending it nobly. Six Indians were killed
and two soldiers wounded. Soon the Indians retreated, leaving their
wounded and dead with the soldiers. The fight lasted about two hours.
All then became quiet, and Major Gordon descended the ridge,--a strong
position,--and carrying the body of Stambaugh a piece, hid it away in
some bushes. Expecting the Indians would attack him on the way, he set
out for camp, the Indians having gone that way. He saw no more of them,
however. Late at night with his men he reached Atlantic City, they
having eaten nothing since the day before.

Strange it was, the reinforcements he had ordered did not reach him,
and none knew where they were. Of course all the miners there were
greatly excited; the events of the day were talked over, rockets thrown
up, and fires kept burning on the hills as beacons for a guide to the
soldiers still out; but before daylight they all came in, after having
lost their way in the storm while searching for Major Gordon and his
party.

Early next morning, Lieutenant Dinwiddie took a strong detachment of
troops and twenty citizens and went out to the scene of battle, and
taking up the body of young Stambaugh, marched slowly back on their sad
journey with the noble brave fellow to the camp, which should know him
no more!




INDIAN ATTACK ON THE STAGE-COACH GOING TO DENVER--REV. MR. FULLER'S
ACCOUNT OF TWO ATTEMPTS UPON HIS LIFE.


The following letter tells its own story. Moreover, it is a truthful
narrative, and shows to the young that a Christian man is a bold man to
meet danger, knowing that God helps us, while we use all proper means
of safety to help ourselves.

    PITTSBURG, May 30th, 1870.

    REV. E. B. TUTTLE, Cheyenne, Wyoming Ter.

    REV. AND DEAR SIR,--I will try to give you a brief account of my
    adventure with the Indians, in answer to your request. It was on
    the 1st day of June, 1867, the same year that the Right Reverend
    Bishop Tuttle went out to his jurisdiction (whom I met a few days
    after the adventure at the North Platte Station). The scene of the
    adventure was Fairview Station, which was a deserted ranch about
    ten miles east of "Fort Wicked," or Godfrey's ranch. The station
    house had been burned, and the high adobe walls with an open front
    entrance, facing the road, were left standing. About half-past two
    P.M. we stopped at "Godfrey's" for a change of horses and
    refreshments. I was the only passenger, and as we started on, the
    company consisted of the driver, myself inside the coach, and two
    horsemen, "stock leaders" (employed by the stage company to transfer
    stock from one point to another), four in all. Unsuspectingly, we
    went straight into the Indian's trap. It was about four P.M. I sat
    on the front seat with my back to the driver, the windows being
    down. The first thing that caught my attention was the discharge of
    a number of rifles, some of the balls crashing through the sides of
    the coach.

    The Indians were well armed with rifles, bows and arrows, and were
    all mounted. Instantly I seized my revolver (a small six-shooter),
    and made ready to defend myself. I saw the two horsemen wheel their
    horses and start back towards "Godfrey's" Station. They were just a
    little behind the coach. The driver also yelled at his horses and
    gave them a short turn, for the same purpose, no doubt. While we
    were turning round, a tall Indian rode up close to the coach-window
    and looked in, and as he did so I looked out; our faces met only
    about six feet apart. He had a rifle in one hand; I saw him drop
    his rein and grasp his gun with both hands. I heard the click of
    the trigger. I could easily have shot him, having my revolver in my
    hand, but I did not,--why I do not know. It was well that I did
    not, as it proved. I dropped under the coach-window to avoid his
    fire, if possible. He fired and rode on quickly ahead, his shot
    being delivered either at the driver or myself, I know not which.
    The horses and coach were now turned about and faced towards
    "Godfrey's," and were running as only thoroughly frightened horses
    will run. They were large, powerful animals, four in number. The
    Indians had meantime divided themselves into two bodies. (There
    were about thirty of them in all, of the Cheyenne tribe. I will
    shortly state how they were numbered.) One party starting in
    pursuit of the horsemen, and the other remaining with the coach to
    take it.

    The situation was most critical. I soon saw that the horses did not
    keep the road, but turned out of it towards the Platte River (the
    river and the road run parallel about half a mile apart, as you
    probably know), and I knew that the _driver was not guiding them_!
    Putting my revolver in my side-pocket, I opened the door and,
    taking hold of the railing above, looked first to see if the driver
    was indeed gone. He was not there! I did not turn back; to stay
    inside was sure death. If there was any chance of escape, it was
    from the outside. I sprang out to the driver's seat above, but
    judge of my dismay to find the _reins on the ground_! I intended to
    get control of them. I knew not what to do, but had an idea at
    first of jumping to the ground to get the reins. While standing
    there thinking how to manage to get the reins, I was the only mark
    for the Indians, and was fired at a number of times. Such was the
    situation, standing alone on the coach-box,--the Indians before and
    behind endeavoring to shoot me and to stop the coach,--and yet I
    escaped. I have yet the coat, with a bullet-hole in the sleeve,
    which I had on. My escape was in this wise: I saw that the reins
    might be reached from the headstalls of the wheel-horses. I
    therefore sprang down on to the tongue of the coach to get them,
    but just then the horses had reached a slough about two rods wide
    and as many feet deep, with a sharp bank on either side. They did
    not stop, but plunged into and across it. I fell fortunately over
    the nigh horse's back, just clearing the wheels. The horses and
    coach went on and I was left in the slough. That fall to me at the
    time appeared sure death. I expected to be killed instantly. But,
    sooner than I can tell it, I was upon my feet upon the bank, my
    revolver in my hand, determined not to be taken alive; for well
    enough I knew what that would end in. To my astonishment, the
    Indians did not stop to give me a shot even; being under a full
    run, they barely glanced at me as they passed in pursuit of the
    coach. I saw the reason of this. I was on foot, and between me and
    "Godfrey's" was another body of Indians. They were all mounted and
    armed; I could not run away; I was in a vice apparently.

    I looked towards the river, and observing some islands in it, my
    plan was instantly formed. If I could only reach the river, I would
    swim out and get behind one of the islands. And the river being
    high and turbid, with a quicksand bottom, I did not believe they
    would venture to come after me. (I had learned to swim when a boy,
    and that now was my means of salvation.) I started for the river as
    soon as the last Indian had passed me, "double quick," but as I
    started, I glanced towards the west, and, to my dismay, saw the
    other party coming back at a distance of four or five hundred rods
    from me, and I had at least two hundred rods to make to reach the
    river. They had got through with their chase of the two men. They
    had killed one of them and also his horse (I buried his body the
    next day). The other man being mounted on a trained racer, as I
    afterwards learned, managed by hard running to escape and reach the
    station.

    At a certain angle bearing back towards "Godfrey's," I started for
    the river, and the Indians turned to run in between me and the
    river. But providence interposed again. Within one minute from the
    time of my fall, the Indians stopped the coach, shooting one of the
    horses to do it; and this drew the attention of the other party
    away from me to the coach, being drawn (I suppose) by motives of
    plunder on seeing the coach stopped. I have since learned that they
    do not divide the plunder in any civilized way, but what an Indian
    gets his hands on is his. But for this circumstance, they must have
    got between me and the river. Finding that I had actually gained
    the river-bank, I determined not to go in at once, but the rather
    to get as far away as possible, while the Indians were engaged in
    plundering the coach, knowing it would take them some minutes to do
    that. I had no hope of running away, but slipping off my boots, I
    began a rapid walk up the river-bank, all the while glancing back
    at the Indians, expecting momentarily that they would start for me.
    Thus I got nearly a mile away, when I noticed two men in the road,
    a little ahead of me. I stopped as soon as I saw them, feeling sure
    that they were Indians who had been sent to that point to prevent
    my escape. As I stopped, they made signs for me to come to them;
    but this I took to be a decoy, under a pretense of friendship, to
    get me away from the river. Instantly divesting myself of my outer
    clothing, I plunged in, seeing them start for me as I did so, at a
    full run. There were no islands there, and to get away, I must make
    the other side. The water was very cold, the current strong, and I
    soon became chilled. I found my strength going fast, and gave up my
    last hope of escape. I would have gone under but for another
    interposition of Providence. I drifted on to a _sand bar_, and
    stopping there, I expected to die. I did not wait long. In a brief
    time the two men had reached the river-bank opposite me, and judge
    of my joy, dear sir, to see the uniform of United States cavalry
    soldiers!

    They had been sent out (from Fort Morgan) two days previous to
    search for some deserters. They happened to come upon the ground
    just then, else I should not be writing you this account to-day.
    They saw the whole affray from the outset, but did not dare to
    attack. They counted the Indians and said there were about thirty
    of them. Now, when I started for the river, after the fall, they
    agreed to assist me if they could. Fortunately I did not go in
    immediately on reaching the river, but went towards them without
    knowing of their presence. When I went into the river finally, they
    understood that I mistook them for Indians, and made a dash to save
    me. God bless them! In doing that they put themselves in danger. I
    saw this and spoke of it, but they said they intended to give the
    "red devils" to understand thus that they were supported by others.
    Their strategy had precisely that effect. I looked towards the
    Indians, and they were making off in the other direction towards
    "the bluffs," as fast as they could go. We went safely back to
    "Godfrey's," one of the soldiers kindly giving me his horse to
    ride. I wish it were in my power to reward in some substantial way
    these noble young men. After saluting me from the river-bank, I
    swam and waded back to the shore. It was with difficulty that I
    could stand when I reached it. My coat was stained with patches of
    blood. The soldiers at first were sure that I was wounded, but
    strange to say, I was not hurt. The blood was from the driver, and
    got upon my coat from the coach-box.

    I lost my baggage, several hundred dollars of goods and money
    captured by the Indians. Stopping two days at "Godfrey's," with a
    force of eighteen men well armed, in three coaches bound east, we
    started on again. Godfrey, who has a mortal hatred of Indians,
    treated me with great kindness. This, dear sir, was my marvelous
    escape. Bishop Randall writing me afterwards about it, said that it
    seemed to him but little short of a miracle. Bishop Tuttle also
    expressed the same view. The fall from the tongue of the coach, the
    stopping of the coach just in time to call off the party that were
    getting between me and the river, the sand bar in the river, on
    which I rested in the last extreme, and finally, the singular
    appearance of the soldiers to deliver me, are plain indications
    that it was the will of God that I should be spared.

    Truly yours,

    WM. A. FULLER.




CHAPLAIN WHITE SAYS THERE'S A TIME TO PRAY AND A TIME TO FIGHT.


In July of the same year as the massacre at Phil. Kearney, that is to
say on the 20th July, while Chaplain White was traveling on Powder
River with Captain Templeton, Lieutenant Daniels, Lieutenant Wanns, and
J. H. Bradley, in company with five white women and two colored also,
going to join their command, and while quietly traveling along, about
fifty to sixty wild Indians came suddenly upon them just as they
approached "Crazy Woman's Fork River." At once there was a panic, and
one of the officers suddenly put on a woman's bonnet and rode off. One
woman had a babe. The chaplain, seeing all was confusion, and each one
for himself, exclaimed, "For God's sake, don't leave these women to be
murdered!" This seemed to call them to their senses, and they began to
rally, though, all told, there were but thirteen armed men. One
soldier, a German, got terribly frightened, and said, "_Isn't there
some one to pray?_" The chaplain seized him by the collar and bid him
hold his gun, saying, "_There is a time to pray and a time to fight!_"
By nightfall they had all disappeared. Lieutenant Bradley was very
courageous; for when the Indians shot their arrows, he would stoop down
and pick them up in derision.

Chaplains may be sometimes of little account, but if their record could
be written up, a large number would be found to have done noble service
during the war of the rebellion.

Chaplain John McNamara, of the 1st Wisconsin Regiment, was one of them.
I learned the following anecdote from a soldier who died in Camp
Douglas:

Private Auchmuty said, "We had marched for a whole year, and had never
a battle. Like all soldiers, we grumbled a good deal, and found fault
with our rations. Our chaplain preached a sermon about our being
discontented, saying we 'had done nothing at all for the government,
only to soldier a little, and eat our rations.' This made us a little
angry, and so we took it out in calling as he passed, '_There goes
the chaplain that eats his rations_!'

"But by-and-by we had a sharp and bloody fight at Stone River. Colonel
B. J. Sweet was badly wounded in his right arm, and our captain was
killed. This made us waver and fall back. But the chaplain rushed
forward to lead us, exclaiming, 'Boys, come on! The enemy is wavering;
we are sure of a victory!' On we rushed after him, and drove the foe
off the field. After that we called him the 'Bully chaplain.' He lost
his wig, but he gained the victory."




LEGEND OF "CRAZY WOMAN'S FORK."


The Absarakas, or Crow nation, have the reputation of being good
friends to the whites, and it is also said they have never warred with
them.

Iron Bull, a renowned chief of the Crows, relates the following legend.

In the journey through that most delightful region of Montana from Fort
Phil. Kearney to Fort C. F. Smith (in the Powder River country), one of
the most favored camping-grounds is the one called "Crazy Woman's
Fork," the name of a pretty little stream of water that rises in the
Big Horn Mountains, and emptying into the Little Horn River. About
three miles from the mountains this stream crosses the trail between
the two military posts mentioned.

This camp on the Fork is noted for its danger from Indian attacks, as
an abundant supply of game being found in the valley, brings the Indian
there to replenish his larder of wild meat. Notwithstanding the dangers
attending a journey through this region, it has its attractions in the
beautiful and diversified views of lovely scenery, which hasten the
parties traveling that region to encamp, for a night at least, on the
banks of a limpid stream that refreshes man and beast from an unfailing
source in the mountains. The banks are skirted with cottonwood-trees,
and to the west, one sees the tall spurs of the Rocky Mountains rising
up, as it were, from your feet, their dizzy heights covered with snow;
while the haze that surrounds them gives to them a halo of glory and
weirdlike appearance, that the imaginative might compare to _the
garments that mantle the spirits of the blessed in Paradise_!

Iron Bull said that about two hundred years ago, when the moon shone
brighter, and there were more stars, his nation was a great people, and
they roamed over all that country from the Missouri River to the west
of the Yellowstone, and no dog of a Sioux dare show himself there. But
the people had been wicked, and the Great Spirit had darkened the
heavens and made the sun to shine with such heat that the streams were
dried up, and the snow disappeared from the highest peaks of the
mountains. The buffalo, the elk, the mountain sheep, the deer, and the
rabbit, all disappeared and died away, bringing a great famine upon his
tribe, and the spirit of the air breathed death into the lodges, so
that the warrior saw his squaw and papooses die for want of the food he
could not find on all the plain, or on the mountain-sides; so that the
whole nation grieved and mourned in sorrow of heart.

Still, they kept up their wars with the Sioux, and fought many a bloody
battle with them when they suffered most, and the game had entirely
disappeared. Their great medicine-man called a council, and when the
head-men had assembled, he told them of a wonderful dream that he had
had, when he was bidden by the Great Spirit to gather the chiefs of the
tribe at the fork of the stream where they lived.

Their ponies had all been eaten for food, so the proud Indians were
compelled to make the journey on foot to the place of meeting.

But when they had arrived at the bluffs, on the edge of the valley,
they were surprised to see a bountiful supper spread on the bank of the
stream, close by the Forks, and a white woman close by, standing up and
making signs to them to descend from the bluffs.

Having never before seen a "white squaw," they were greatly astonished.
The medicine-man descended to the valley. The white woman told him that
the Great Spirit would talk to the council through her. She told him
that the wars of the tribe were displeasing to the Great Spirit, and
they must make peace with the Sioux nation. When that was done, the
great chief, "The-Bear-that-grabs," must return to her.

They sent out runners to the Sioux, and peace was declared between the
tribes for the first time in one hundred years.

She then told the great chief to follow the mountain in a westerly
course, until he came to the Big Horn River, and where the rock was
perpendicular, _he was to shoot three arrows, hitting the rock each
time_.

The chief departed on his mission, and as he gained the bluffs from the
stream, he looked back at the white squaw, but what was his surprise
when he saw her rising in the air and floating towards the mountains!
He watched her until she disappeared over the highest peak towards the
sky.

The chief pursued his journey, and, arriving at the place told him by
the white squaw, he discharged his arrows. The first one struck in
rock. The second flew over the mountain. The third was discharged, and
a terrible noise followed: the heavens were aglow with lightning; the
thunder shook the mountains. The earth trembled, and the rocks were
rent asunder, and out of the fissure countless herds of buffalo came,
filling the valleys and the hills. The hearts of the Indians were glad,
and they ate and were merry, and returned thanks to the Great Spirit
and to the good white woman.

The great fissure in the rocks is the cañon of the Big Horn River.

Iron Bull avers that when anything of note is about to befall the
tribe, the image of the white woman can be seen hovering over the peak
of the mountain at "Crazy Woman's Fork." He says the Crows have never
killed any of the whites, and his people say and believe "that they are
treated by the government agents worse than the tribes who give us all
the trouble."

In other words, because they are peaceable, we need not, as with
others, to buy them off with presents. And they say we have taken some
of their lands and given them to the Sioux, who were fighting and
destroying the whites as often as they could.




PHIL. KEARNEY MASSACRE.


One of the most fearful and fatal massacres on the plains that is
known, occurred in the forenoon of December 21st, 1866, at Fort Phil.
Kearney, Dakota.

About nine o'clock, some Indians, a few only (as usual), were seen on
the bluffs. Brevet General Carrington, Colonel of the 18th United
States Infantry, in command of the post, sent out eighty-one men, one
company of infantry, and one of 2d Cavalry, Company C, under command of
Colonel Fetterman. The instructions, it is said, were not to go over
the hills. However that may be, they pursued the hostile Indians beyond
sight of the post, crossing the river near the fort to do so. At ten
o'clock the fight began, the firing being heard plainly at the post.
There were from fifteen hundred to twenty-five hundred Sioux, under
chief Red Leaf.

The soldiers were led into an ambuscade, and having shot away all their
ammunition in a panic, were surrounded and massacred before two o'clock
in the afternoon. Sixteen Indians were killed, and chief Spider among
them. The bodies of the soldiers were horribly mutilated and scalped.
Why reinforcements were not sent out to help them out of their perilous
condition does not appear. Colonel Fetterman was killed, a noble, brave
man, and the fort next above "Laramie" was named after him. This is an
eyesore to Red Cloud, and he requested the President to have it
removed, as of no use, he said, and costing the government a great deal
of money. His wish was not gratified.




MAUVAISES TERRES, OR BAD LANDS, DAKOTA.


Up in the Indian country, in Dakota, near White River, as one travels
over a prairie country, one comes suddenly upon a valley, down between
one and two hundred feet, which is at least thirty miles wide, by
ninety in length. It looks as though it had sunk down below all the
country round; while standing like sentinels all around, one sees
pillars of immense height, of irregular prismatic columns of masses of
stone, stretching up to the height of from one to two hundred feet or
more. It reminds one of the ruins of Pompeii (described by Bulwer) as
the traveler wends his way through deep passages, amidst petrified
snakes, turtles, and mammoth animals, which must have been larger than
elephants. Turtles weighing a thousand pounds, petrified, lie around,
and all over is strewn the remains of extinct animals in this vast
charnel-house.

Professor Leidy, of Philadelphia, has detected about thirty remains of
species of extinct mammalia. Many of these belonged to animals such as
the hippopotamus, rhinoceros, tapir, etc. One extinct animal, called
the Oreodon, had grinding teeth like lions, cats, etc., and must have
belonged to a race that lived on vegetables and flesh, and yet chewed
the cud like a cow. Another called the Machairodus, was wholly
carnivorous, and combined the size and weight of the grizzly bear with
the jaws and teeth of the Bengal tiger. Most of the bones are yet in
good preservation and highly mineralized. Dr. Owen says he saw all the
bones of a skeleton eighteen feet long and nine in height; also a jaw
of a similar animal, which measured five feet along the range of its
teeth. At one place there is a valley which has the appearance of a
floor of an ancient lake, where turtles lie imbedded by hundreds, and
some weighing a ton. This wonderful place looks like the city of the
dead; and as nothing grows there, and there is no water for animals, no
living thing is found there, not even a bird. General Sully made a
forced march through it with cavalry a few years ago, and had to carry
water for the men and horses. The Indians never go there, unless driven
in by some tribe attacking in superior numbers. The fossils which have
been brought from the Mauvaises Terres belong to a species that became
extinct before the period when the Mastodon inhabited this country. The
strata in which these animals are imbedded indicate that the water was
fresh or brackish. It is the most desolate and barren prospect one
could lay his eyes on; and if the place for bad people is like this,
when they come to die, may no boy have to go there and be frightened
all his life-long for his wicked and cruel deeds to others, or to
animals either; for the sight of these skeletons is enough to make any
boy afraid of disobeying his mother, or to go to sleep any night
without being sorry for his sins.

Gold is said to be deposited there, and may yet be found in large
quantities, if the Indians can be induced to let the whites prospect
there. A while since, an Indian brought into a fort some gold-dust and
a large nugget. The post-trader looked at it and pretended it was iron,
saying to the Indian, "No good." He threw it out of the window and gave
the Indian a glass of whisky. When he went out, the trader picked it
up, and it was worth thirty dollars. The Indian having refused to tell
where he got it, was made quite drunk, and then he said it came from
the Bad Lands; but if the chief found out he had told of it, he would
kill him.




NATURAL HISTORY--ANIMALS ON THE PLAINS.


The animals which are found west of the Missouri River, especially in
the Rocky Mountains, and far beyond them, are the buffalo, elk, deer,
cimarron bear, mountain sheep, antelope, coyote, prairie-dog, etc.

The buffalo, which affords good beef to the Indian hunters, and has fed
many thousand toilers over the plains to Salt Lake and California, is
mainly known to boys in the comfortable buffalo robes, which every one
knows the use of in sleigh-riding. But to us officers and soldiers on
the plains they are life-preservers almost, in our sleeping out nights
on the ground, far away from home and good beds and blankets.

The buffalo meat is tough, unless from a young cow; and the Indians
make little difference in drying it for winter use, as they have good
teeth and always a first-rate appetite. The skins are dried and tanned
by the squaws, who lay them on the grass; and I saw an old gray-haired
squaw toiling away with a sharp instrument, made of the end of a
gun-barrel, something like a carpenter's gouge, and this had a bone
handle, with which she kept scraping off the inside of the skin of its
fibres, so as to make it soft and pliable. She had a stone to sharpen
the tool with, and as she leaned over, tugging away, the perspiration
rolled off her face in streams. Poor old creature, I felt sorry for
her, as the work might have been done by several big, lazy, half-grown
Indian boys I saw romping around and shooting their arrows at a mark.
But it is disgraceful for the _lords of creation to labor_, so they
only kill the game, and leave the squaws to cure and prepare it for
eating.

It is astonishing how poorly Indians are compensated for their robes
and furs. In Colorado, some Indians had been very successful in killing
buffaloes, had plenty of meat, and purchased with their robes flour,
sugar, coffee, dry-goods, and trinkets from the white and Mexican
traders; but they did not realize one-fourth their value. They were
worth eight or nine dollars by the bale at wholesale. The traders paid
seventy-five cents in brass wire or other trinkets for a robe; two
dollars in groceries, and less in goods. Six tribes, in 1864, furnished
at least fifteen thousand robes, which, at eight dollars, would amount
to one hundred and twenty thousand dollars. The traders literally
swindled the poor Indians. _They will give the robe off their backs
for a bottle of whisky on the coldest day._

The cimarron bear is avoided by the soldiers, if possible, when met by
them. Up in the Wind River country, a soldier was mauled terribly by
one which he had wounded, but failed to kill on the first fire. The
fight was desperate, for the bear, said to have been six or seven feet
long, and weighing nine hundred pounds, had clinched the soldier, and
both rolled down the ravine together, the other soldiers afraid to fire
lest they should hit the poor comrade, almost in the jaws of death.
They did rescue him, however, by lunging a knife into bruin's side,
compelling him to release his hold, after lacerating the soldier's arm
and side.

The coyote is a kind of wolf that preys on the antelope. It is a mean,
sneaking thief, too mean to attack a herd of antelopes, but follows
them up, and while one strays off, grazing, watches the opportunity to
spring upon his victim, run him down, and snap the hamstring of poor
antelope, and then eats him.

One night I was woke up at Fort Sedgwick, thinking I heard wild geese
flying over. But I learned it was a drove of coyotes, which came over
the bluffs, into and through the fort nightly, to eat the refuse meat
outside, where beef was slaughtered. They prowl about, and sometimes
make a noise like a lot of school-children hallooing at play. They
never bite, unless attacked. An old lady got lost about a mile outside
the post, at Russell, in the winter. She started out of Cheyenne, one
Monday afternoon, to search for an emigrant train which might be going
to Montana, where she had a son living.

She strayed away and was found in a snow-bank, by some soldiers going
out to dig a grave. She was glad to see the faces of white men, for it
was on Friday, and she had thus been out, wandering around since
Monday, four days! She was brought into the hospital and given a warm
cup of tea. "Dear me," she exclaimed, "give me a quart,--I'm almost
famished!" She said she was only frightened by the coyotes coming round
nights and barking at her. Her feet were partly frozen, but in a few
weeks she went on to Montana.

The black-tailed deer are fine eating; the grass on which they feed in
the mountains is said to make the meat tender and sweet.

The mountain sheep are large and very strong; they will throw
themselves from a rocky cliff and strike on their head many feet below
unharmed, being protected by horns and stout necks. They are larger
than our domestic sheep.

The antelope is a pretty, gazelle-like creature, fleet and agile in
springing up and running. Having passed over the Union Pacific Railroad
many times, it has been my pleasure to see them running away from the
train in droves of a dozen or more, in file one after the other, till
out of sight, far away over the bluffs. By-and-by they will disappear
as the buffalo have, driven away by approaching civilization. The young
are easily caught and tamed, and make nice pets for children. The cost
of one here is usually five dollars. They are hunted a good deal for
their meat, as antelopes are tender and sweet to the palate. One method
in hunting them is to raise a white or red flag, and the silly
creatures, full of curiosity, will turn and walk towards it till shot
down by the marksman.

The prairie-dog is an animal peculiar to the plains. He is found in
what is called a "dog-town;" being a plot of a few acres, as seen
alongside the railroad, after a day and night's ride, dotted over with
mounds a foot or so high. Sometimes a thousand or more congregate in
the town, and their holes are a few rods apart. When approaching these
towns, or the cars pass along, you see them scamper off to the top of
the mound, stand up on their hind-legs and bark, shaking their little
short tails at each bark, and presently plunge head first into their
holes. They are of a brown color, size of a squirrel, but with tails an
inch long. I tried to drown out some, and poured several barrels of
water into a hole without bringing any out. These holes ramify into
others, generally, so it was impossible, in my experience, though
others do get hold of a single hole, and drown them out. Rattlesnakes
and small owls make their homes with them. These are interlopers, as
the prairie-dogs dig the holes down about three to four feet. They can
be tamed, as I know by experience, having carried several east to
Chicago, to my Sunday-school children.

One night in Colorado, on the Cache le Poudre River, while camping out
there (having gone with a detective in search of horse-thieves), I
heard a terrible clatter among the prairie-dogs late in the night. It
was explained to me by the ranchman, who said they were in the habit of
changing their domiciles once a year, and it was only effected after a
great struggle and fight among themselves. By sunrise, four o'clock in
the morning, all was still; and the little fellows were running about
in search of roots, upon which they live all winter, down in their
dark, deep holes. They belong to the species marmot, and are said to be
good eating. I have never tried them. Friday, Arapahoe chief, told me
that the Indians make use of their oil to cure rheumatism.




A NIGHT SCENE.


The Bishop of Nebraska visited the Pawnee reservation, near Columbus,
and the head chief had just before lost his only son by death. He was
feeling very unhappy about it, and he told the interpreter to say to
"The little medicine-man-in-the-big-heap-sleeves," "That he had lost
his son, and was feeling very heavy here" (laying his hand upon his
heart); adding, "All is dark, and I want him to tell me what the Great
Spirit has got to say to me in my sorrow."

The bishop said, "Tell him that we have a prayer in the book, we always
say, 'for persons in affliction;' we will all kneel down and repeat it
sentence by sentence, and remain in silent prayer." There in the
shadows of the evening, a few whites mingling among the dusky faces, as
the lights shone upon their bent forms, prayer was offered for
consolation and healing of the poor old man's heart. It was a solemn
scene, and many sobs were heard from the Indian women. After a little
while, all rose up from their knees, and the tall chief, standing
erect, said, with beaming eye, "Say to the Father, say to him, it's all
gone! all gone!" He added, "We are glad to hear such words from the
Great Spirit. We have been told many words from our fathers many moons
since; they have told us good words; that when we do wrong the Great
Spirit is angry with us. Sometimes we forget what they told us, and do
wrong, killing one another. Now, we are told you have a good book that
tells you all you ought to do; and if we had it and could read it in
our tents, maybe we would be better. But we are too old to learn it
now. Teach it to our children,--teach it to our little ones!" What an
answer to prayer!




THE MISSION HOUSE.


The chapel and the mission-house, which is the home of the Santee
Sioux, were mainly built by the Indians. A hospital is to be built soon
for them, mainly through the Christian efforts of William Welsh, Esq.,
of Philadelphia.




INDIAN LANGUAGE, COUNTING, ETC.


    Wah-ge-la, one.            Cow or ox, dib-lish.
    Numpa, two.                Candle, pal-a-za-zar.
    Zomina, three.             Cat, how-i-win-go-lar.
    Do-be, four.               Boy, ox-i-la.
    Yap-ta, five.              Girl, wi-tin-chil-a.
    Sha-ko-pe, six.            Small, chu-chil-la.
    Shoko, seven.              Hat, por-ta.
    Sho-go-lo-ra, eight.       Snow, of-hene.
    Nim-chalk, nine.           Pot or kettle, mushta.
    Wieh-grin-ina, ten.        Good, wash-ta.
    Dog, sumka.                Don't know, so-lo-wash-ta.
    Horse, tu-gon-ka.          To-morrow, umpa.

Major Van Voost, at Fort Kearney, always told the Indians who begged,
"Yes, call to-morrow." So they kept calling, and finally gave him the
name "Umpa."




INDIANS ATTACK LIEUT. W. DOUGHERTY--FIGHT BETWEEN FORTS FETTERMAN AND
RENO.


Lieutenant D---- started down from Fort Reno in the month of March,
1868, and when within seventeen miles of Reno, he was attacked by a
band of Indians while he and his escort of a sergeant, eight men, four
citizens, two teamsters, and servant, were eating supper at Camp Dry
Fork, on Powder River. The distance between the two posts is
ninety-five miles. Springing to their feet, the soldiers fought off the
Indians till they could harness the teams and start for Fort Reno. The
fight was very severe, the Indians having every advantage of position,
as they skulk over the bluffs and come in upon soldiers and others when
least expected. By a bold dash at them, Lieutenant D---- succeeded in
driving them off. They had shot an arrow into the shoulder of a dog
belonging to one of the soldiers. The dog ran towards Reno, _carrying
the arrow all the way_ (seventeen miles), _sticking into the poor
creature's hide_, causing him immense pain. And when he came in, his
appearance apprised the commanding officer of the condition Lieutenant
D---- and his handful of men were in, and he at once sent a
reinforcement of two companies to rescue the besieged. This was the
only way they had of knowing that the party were attacked, and no
wonder it was regarded as a providential circumstance.

All reached Fetterman in safety the next evening, and the dog is still
a hero among the boys of Company D, 18th United States Infantry.




SPEECH OF "WHITE SHIELD," HEAD CHIEF OF THE ARICKAREES.


    FORT BERTHOLD, D. T., July 2d, 1864.

    I speak for my brothers, the Arickarees, Gros Ventres, and
    Mandaris. We all live in peace in the same village, as you see us.
    We have a long time been the friends of the white man, and we will
    still be. Our grandfathers, the Black Bear of the Arickarees, and
    the Four Bears of the Gros Ventres, were at the treaty with our
    white brothers on the Platte a long time ago. They told us to be
    the friends of our white brothers, and not go to war with our
    neighbors, the Dakota Sioux, Chippewas, Crees, Assinaboines, Crows,
    or Blackfeet.

    We listened to their words as long as they were heard in council.
    They have both been killed by the Dakotas; we have none left among
    us who heard the talk at the treaty on the Platte.

    We want a new treaty with our Great Father. We want him to tell us
    where we must live. We own the country from Heart River to the
    Black Hills, from there to the Yellowstone River, and north to
    Moose River.

    We are afraid of the Dakotas; they will kill us, our squaws and
    children, and steal our horses. We must stay in our village for
    fear of them. Our Great Father has promised us soldiers to help us
    keep the Dakotas out of our country. No help has come yet; we must
    wait. Has our Great Father forgotten his children? We want to live
    in our country, or have pay for it, as our Great Father is used to
    do with his other red children. We, the Arickarees, have been
    driven from our country on the other side of the Missouri River by
    the Dakotas. We came to our brothers, the Gros Ventres and Mandans;
    they received us as brothers, and we all live together in their
    village. We thank our brothers very much. We want our Father to
    bring us guns to hunt with, and we want dresses, coats, pants,
    shirts, and hats for our soldiers, and a different dress for our
    chiefs. We want a school for our children. Our hearts are good. We
    do not speak with two tongues. We like to see our white brothers
    come among us very much. We hear bad talk, but have no ears. When
    we hear good talk, we have ears.

            his
    WHITE    x    SHIELD.
            mark

    To our Great Father in Washington.




INDIAN TRADING.


A bargain is never concluded so long as anything more can be obtained
by an Indian from a white man. This feature of Indian character is very
old indeed. I remember, when a child, that when one gave his brother a
ball, or anything, and took it back again, he was called "an Indian
giver." Mr. Hinman gives this experience: "If an Indian (not a
Christian) gives, he expects soon to ask more in return. This is the
selfish habit of all heathen, and when they have power, they often
accompany their demands for gifts with threats of killing one's horse,
etc., if their demands are not complied with. They seem to know nothing
of disinterestedness, except among persons nearly related. An Indian
will press you with his pipe one day, and the next, with a polite
speech about not intending to ask pay for his pipe, which he treasured
highly, intimates that he needs a blanket!

"One will offer to assist you to work for a day, and the next ask to
borrow two dollars. They try to get you so indebted to them for favors,
that you cannot decently refuse their requests. In all their speeches
they try to prove to you that you are indebted to them." So one will
ask as few favors of them as possible. He says, "I was surprised at the
Yankton agency, to have some young men offer, without any pay, to cut
all the timber and do all the work on a building for the council-room
for the Mission. The change came sooner under their limited instruction
than I had expected, and almost immediately the chief, 'Swan,' offered
to cut logs and build a house for a chapel-school at his camp, opposite
Fort Randall. The chief, Mad Bull, offered the same for the other end
of the reservation, near Choctaw Creek.

"Among those heathens that have borne Christian fruits with the
Santees, is 'Little Pheasant,' chief of the wild Brule Sioux, who came
down to restore to the Yankton reservation some stolen horses, and
promised Paul Mazakuta to take a list of his men desiring instruction.
God is moving the hearts of these wild Indians in a wondrous way.

"At our Sunday evening service, over a hundred Yankton warriors and
chiefs were present. I preached from the parable of the prodigal son.
At the end of this passage, 'Though the elder brother be still jealous
of the kindness and mercy shown to you, and thinks your people only fit
to go down to the grave with the beasts that perish, yet God is good
and just; and though long lost and wandering so many years, now found
at last, He will lead you safely to his home.' Dulorio, a chief, said,
'Oh, my friends, this is where we all ought to cry Ko (yes) with a loud
voice!' But the chief, 'Swan,' replied, 'True, true, Koda (friend); but
men must not applaud in church. The words they give us ought to be laid
up in our hearts.'

"To-day, twenty-two plows are started in the fields, and two in the
prairies, to break an additional hundred acres for wheat. A little
opposition is shown to dividing the land, but only a few Indians
oppose. It is a great step, and one that many are prepared for; but it
must be executed by a wise and good man. It is _the death-blow_ to
heathenism, barbarism, and idleness, and therefore a medicine
absolutely necessary to restore health and quicken life; but yet it
must be administered by a brave and judicious physician. It is a
revolution of habit and of manner of life to the Indian. And in
Minnesota, the delay in perfecting it, and the lack of moral support
given to those who took farms, caused, as much as anything, the
outbreak of 1862, which was, in the beginning, a triumph of the hostile
party over the working bands. Philip the deacon, Thomas Whipple, and
Alexander Umbeclear, Indian catechists, and two Yankton head soldiers,
who volunteered, are on their mission to the wild Sioux. As far as I
know, there is a very general desire for schools; and God is surely
opening the way for the building up of his kingdom."




RED CLOUD, SPOTTED TAIL, AND THEIR FRIENDS IN WASHINGTON.


History will point to the visit of these great chiefs of the Sioux
tribes at Washington as the most important event in their lives,
because it not only staved off a great war threatened on the plains,
but most likely inaugurated a system of just and fair dealing for the
time to come, that may prevent any more cruel and bloody wars with the
Indians on our frontiers. Hence every incident that took place there is
interesting; and as it is a costly expense to the government, it is
likely to be discouraged in the future, and if boys have another chance
to see some "big chiefs," they will have to go a great way, perhaps to
Nebraska or Dakota, to have a good look at them.

The party belonging to Zin-tak-gah-lat-skah--Spotted Tail--left
Minnesota before Red Cloud's from the Powder River country, and arrived
first in Washington; but their interests were the same, so nothing was
done until General Smith arrived with Red Cloud and reported to the
Secretary of War. He then turned them over, as we say, to the Indian
Bureau, which has a suite of offices, etc. in the Patent Office
building in Washington. The Secretary of the Interior, who is a member
of the cabinet, and General Parker (Chippewa chief), Indian
Commissioner, received them as their charge during their stay in
Washington. Before Red Cloud came, however, Spotted Tail had an
interview with General Parker. He said:

    "The government does not fulfill its treaty promises, and that
    supplies of goods promised and money owed for lands were not sent
    to them at the times agreed on, and that the white man, wherever he
    can find many buffaloes and gold, comes on the Indian's land and
    takes the Indian's ponies."

Colonel Parker told him of the many difficulties the Indian Bureau had
to contend with in order to get moneys through Congress, and the great
difficulties such a great government as ours had to go through in
conducting all its affairs. But he gave his word to Spotted Tail that
all the promises now made in the treaties would be fulfilled, and that
they should get the provisions as soon as possible. He said that the
Indians must not go to war among themselves, preying on other tribes,
nor must they fight any more against the people of the United States,
nor steal their cattle or horses.

Spotted Tail said, "He was glad that the Great Father was going to
treat them right," but did not commit himself to any policy for the
future. He was too good an Indian to make any professions in advance.
Spotted Tail has of late years committed no offense except killing Big
Mouth in a drunken brawl last winter.

The citizens of Washington have now and then seen Indian delegations at
the Capitol. But these lusty fellows, such as Red Cloud, Swift Bear,
and others, at once attracted attention.

Their large size and well-developed muscle, tall and graceful in
action, especially when speaking in their native eloquence, mark them
as objects of surprise and wonder. Their faces were painted in red,
yellow, and black stripes. Their ears were pierced, men and women, for
large ornaments of silver and bear's teeth. They wore magnificent
buffalo robes, ornamented and worked with beads, horse-hair, and
porcupine quills. Red Cloud wore red leggins beautifully worked and
trimmed with ribbons and beads, and his shirt had as many colors as the
rainbow. His robe--made to tell by characters his achievements in
battle--was quite rich, and worked with seal-skins. His moccasins
pronounced the handsomest ever seen there.

The squaws were ugly, wore short frocks, turned in their toes walking,
and had flat or pug-noses.

It was said as a reason for Red Cloud's not bringing his squaws with
him, "that Congressmen left their squaws at home!"

Red Cloud said that the pale-faces are more than the grass in numbers.
He had come to see the Great Father, and to see if the peace-pipe could
not be smoked on the big waters of the Potomac.

The appearance on the balcony of the hotel of the whole party, watching
the crowds of pale-faces going to and from the Capitol, created much
curiosity, and the Indians remarked to one another that the
horse-thieves in the Indian country had a good many brothers in
Washington! The negroes were especially attentive, and spoke of them as
quite inferior to the colored community. They were assured that Indians
never scalp negroes; which is really true, I found, in my interviews
with different tribes on the plains. The reason I can only guess at:
the curly hair of a negro would not ornament the saddle-bow of an
Indian, in the shape of a scalp token of victory.


_Meeting at the Bureau._

Long before the Indians came, the passages of the department were
filled with a crowd of anxious persons, to inspect the red men as they
passed along, and this, besides being unpleasant to them, interfered
with their passage into the council-chamber. But soon they all got in,
Spotted Tail looking very dignified, with his three companions on one
side of the room, while seated in two rows across were Red Cloud and
his larger number of chiefs and head-men, and the squaws that came with
them.

General John E. Smith, who came with Red Cloud, Colonel Beauvais, of
St. Louis, Colonel Bullock, post-trader at Fort Laramie, and others,
were present.

After the Indians had got comfortably seated and had passed the pipe
around among them a few times, Commissioner Parker, with Secretary Cox,
entered the council-room, and were introduced to each Indian of Red
Cloud's band, having previously seen Spotted Tail and party. As Indians
never speak first, but will sit for hours, Commissioner Parker opened
the meeting, saying:

    "I am glad to see you to-day. I know that you have come a long way
    to see your Great Father, the President of the United States. You
    have had no accident, have arrived here all well, and should be
    very thankful to the Great Spirit who has kept you safe.

    "The Great Father got Red Cloud's message that he wanted to come to
    Washington and see him, and the President said he might come. We
    will be ready at any time to hear what Red Cloud has to say for
    himself and his people, but want him first to hear the Secretary of
    the Interior, who belongs to the President's council."

The Commissioner stepped aside, and Secretary Cox said:

    "When we heard that the chief of the Sioux nation wanted to come to
    Washington to see the President and the officers of the government,
    we were glad. We were glad that they themselves said they wanted to
    come. We know that when people are so far apart as we are from the
    Sioux, it is very hard to see each other, and to know what each one
    wants. But when we see each other face to face, we can understand
    better what is really right, and what we ought to do. The
    President, General Parker, and myself, and all the officers of the
    government, want to do what is right."

[Here Red Cloud gave a significant look at Spotted Tail across the
room.]

    "While you are here, therefore, we shall want you to tell us what
    is in your own hearts, all you feel, and what your condition is, so
    that we may have a perfect understanding, and that we may make a
    peace that shall last forever. In coming here, you have seen that
    this is a very great people, and we are growing all the time. We
    want to find out the state of things in the Sioux country, so that
    we may make satisfactory treaties. In a day or two the President
    will see the chiefs, and in the mean time we want them to get ready
    to tell him what they have to say, and we will make our answer. We
    want also to use our influence so that there shall not only be
    peace between the Indians and whites, but that there shall be no
    more troubles about difficulties between different bands of
    Indians."

The Commissioner also said to Spotted Tail that "he thanked him for
being present, and was glad of the good will he had for the whites."
Most thought the conference was ended, but Red Cloud, through his
interpreter, said he had something to say.

Stepping up quickly to the table, and shaking hands with the officials,
spoke up in a firm voice, "My friends, I have come a long way to see
you and the Great Father, but somehow after I got here, you do not look
at me. When I heard the words of the Great Father, allowing me to come,
I came right away, and left my women and children. I want you to give
them rations, and a load of ammunition to kill game with. I wish you
would blow them a message on the wires that I came here safe, all
right."

Secretary Cox said he would now only welcome them again, and would
telegraph Red Cloud's message, and for the rest, he would see what
could be done. To-morrow he would show them what was to be seen about
the city. On the next day (Sunday) white people did no business, and on
next day evening the President would meet the Indians at the Executive
Mansion.

They were invited to have their photographs taken, but Red Cloud
declined.

Red Cloud and Spotted Tail went up to the Capitol, where they climbed
to the dome, taking a view of the city; but what most interested them
was the large mirrors and the marble busts of two Indian chiefs. They
came into the Senate while the Indian Appropriation Bill was under
consideration, and while they were fanning themselves incessantly, the
interpreter explained what they were doing, but the Indians said
nothing. But the greatest event for them was the


_Grand Reception to the Indian Delegations by the President, attended
by all the Foreign Diplomats._

This took place at the White House on the evening of June 6th. It
appeared that the President and Mrs. Grant had arranged with General
Parker to give a surprise-party to the Indians, the diplomatic corps,
the cabinet, and other dignitaries. What they intended to do was
supposed to be a great secret, but it leaked out as early as six
o'clock in the afternoon, and many wanted to see the sight.

The carriages of the foreign ministers, secretaries, and attachés of
legations were driven up to the entrance of the White House with the
ladies and gentlemen of the legation; then came the members of the
cabinet and ladies, and some senators and members of Congress. Soon the
Blue, Green and Red Rooms were crowded. The ladies were dressed in
their gayest costumes, and the gentlemen had on their Sunday clothes.

About seven o'clock the entire Indian delegation drove up, with Red
Cloud, Spotted Tail, with his three braves, in open barouches, and soon
shown into the East Room.

This room was brilliantly illuminated, and bouquets of flowers were
scattered around.

General Parker welcomed the Indians, and told them they were to see the
President and his wife and children, and the members of his great
council, the cabinet, and members also of other nations over the big
waters to the President, and have a hand-shake, "How" and talk, if they
wished. Spotted Tail and braves were seated in the end of the Southeast
Room, and Red Cloud and band, with the squaws, along the east side.
Spotted Tail and his party were dressed in blue blankets, white
leggins, and white shirts, and each had a single eagle's feather stuck
in the back of his hair; all their faces had on war-paint, and all the
beads and other trinkets they could pile on, adorned their persons.

Red Cloud, in his paint, looked awful, and he wore a head-dress of
eagle feathers sewed on red flannel. This was trailed down to his feet,
and attracted much notice from its oddity and beauty. Red Dog, his
lieutenant and orator, had a beautiful head-gear, as also did several
others. It would be impossible to describe the different ornaments worn
by these Indians, but they looked as gay as an actor personating
Richard the Third on the stage.

The squaws wore short dresses and high bodies or shirts, and their
cheeks, noses, and foreheads thickly covered with red paint. Both
parties soon set up a lively jabber in Sioux; but General Parker gave a
sign, and all were as whist as mice.

The folding-doors were opened from the broad passage-way into the East
Room, and soon the President was ushered in with Mrs. Grant, Secretary
Fish and wife, Secretary Belknap and wife, Secretary Cox, wife and
daughter, Secretary Boutwell and wife, Secretary Robeson and Miss
Nellie Grant, Judge Hoar, wife and daughter, Postmaster-General
Cresswell, wife and sister, Generals Porter, Dent, Babcock, and others;
then followed senators, members, and their wives and other ladies.
Next, Minister Thornton, wife and lady friends, with Mr. Secretary
Ford, wife, and other attachés of the British legation; Baron Gerolt,
wife and daughter, M. and Madame Garcia, and indeed all the
representatives of foreign nations on the whole earth but China and
Japan. The diplomatic corps did not wear uniforms, but imitated the
Indians, who had many insignia of rank in tell-tales of scalps taken,
etc., by putting on all their stars and orders, and each wore
swallow-tail coats, white vests, neckties, and gloves and dark pants.

Mrs. Grant was attired in a handsome grenadine, and wore a diamond
necklace, and japonica hair adornings. The other ladies seemed to have
vied with each other to out-dress one another, surpassing even their
gay attire at their winter receptions.

Soon the President with his party had all got into the East Room, on
the west side, the President, with Secretary Fish, General Parker, and
M. Beauvais, the interpreter; next, Mrs. Grant, Mrs. Parker, and Mrs.
Fish, distributed so as to see all going on, while the Indians lounged
lazily on the sofas staring at their white brethren, both parties
mutually surprised. Then General Parker made a sign to Spotted Tail
with his braves, and they rose up, one by one, advancing to where the
President and his party were standing, and the introduction,
hand-shaking, etc. began; the Indians, as usual, said "How." Red Cloud
followed with his band, and all said "How, How," shaking hands with
each one present. The ladies seemed to enjoy this very much, laughing
and chatting, and wishing, perhaps, they could speak the Indian
language; for they forgot for a few moments all the restraints of the
situation, and went in for real fun and frolic with these tawny sons
and daughters of the plains and mountains.

Good rounds of hand-shaking indulged in, many questions were put and
answered through the interpreters, and a careful examination was made
of the hair-dressing, the paint on the cheeks, the beads, tin ornaments
of the Indians, and the sparkling diamonds of our own people. The
wonder, remarks, and laughter of each party, as something struck them
as singular or ludicrous, were going on all over the room; for the
order was soon broken up, and all mixed in, pale-faces and Indian
alike, quite indiscriminately.

The scene was novel indeed. Here might be seen the chief of our nation,
leaning on his arm one of the ladies from a foreign court, or a belle
of America mingling in with a group of red-skins, and trying through an
interpreter to converse with them; the ladies anxious to know the
history of Zin-ta-ga-let-skah, or Stinking-saddlecloth, or the
Elk-that-bellows-walking, or Man-afraid-of-his-Horses, etc. Here the
bachelor of the navy was trying to pump an Indian about his canoes, to
please half a dozen pretty girls he had in tow; but the interpreters
being busy, the Indian could only make signs, give a grunt, a stare, or
grin in reply. Mrs. Grant, with some ladies, also tried to have a "say"
with them on her own hook, but gave up soon in despair.

Another signal of General Parker, and the Indians were in their places;
next the whites stood in order, and then the red brethren walked into
the Green, Blue and Red Rooms, and into the presidential state
dining-room.

Here came a new surprise, and a refreshing sight. The state
dining-table was beautifully decorated with ornaments of gold and
silver, dishes, glasses, flowers, bouquets, etc., and was fairly loaded
down with fruits, berries, ice-cream, confections, and wines.
Side-tables were set out with delicacies of the season, and it was seen
that the President, with his amiable wife, had gotten up a strawberry
and fruit festival for the wild men and civilized big bugs of the
nations.

In the mean while, the Indians were ranged round the main table, while
the President and Mrs. Grant and friends proceeded to help the Indians
to all the delicacies they never saw before, and which they must have
regarded as far ahead of a dog-feast, or the simple wild currants and
plums they pick in the Rocky Mountains.

The ladies of the foreign ministers were not backward in their
assistance. Secretary Boutwell helped Red Dog to strawberries and cake,
Judge Hoar and Secretary Robeson paid much attention to the four
squaws, cutting cake, and giving them knick-knacks.

One of the squaws took from the President a French kiss and a bonbon,
and taking her pocket-book from her bosom, put them both into it,
intending to carry it home, three thousand miles, to her papoose, and
then returned it to its hiding-place, amid roars of laughter, in which
President Grant joined as heartily as anybody.

It was noticed that Red Cloud and Spotted Tail ate very freely of
strawberries, cherries, cakes, bananas, etc., and that while Red Cloud
and his party took freely of wine several times, Spotted Tail and his
three braves only partook of the "fire-water" once. All then went in
and did ample justice to the feast till they were satisfied. If one
could imagine a mass of beauty, loveliness, and full dress crowded into
rather a small compass, with thirty Indians, and as many more of the
male sex of our own color, all eating, chatting, and laughing at the
same time, then you have a faint idea of this first great entertainment
to a body representing thirty thousand warriors, as a new feature of
inaugurating peace for bloodshed, rapine, and murder, in the
presidential state dining-room that night.

Then all were marched back into the East Room, seated on sofas, and
promenading up, in and down in front of the Indians and their squaws.

Each Indian was presented with a small bouquet by Misses Nellie and
Jessie Grant, and a number of their juvenile companions. Spotted Tail,
in answer to a question of the President, told him he had eleven
children. The President told the interpreter to inform him that he
would take one of his boys and educate him, and have him cared for by
the government.

Spotted Tail said he would think the matter over.

The President told Red Cloud he would see him in a day or two on
business.

The Indians all expressed themselves to the interpreter as having "big
hearts," "heap good eat," "like much Great Father," and "much good
white squaws."

Mrs. Grant's beautiful gold fan quite took the eyes of the squaws, and
they showed much delight, saying they would get some pretty fans for
themselves. Soon (as there is an end to all things) the party broke up;
the white guests to dream perhaps of some strange play at a theatre,
and the Indians to imagine themselves transplanted to the happy
hunting-grounds they feel sure they are to enter hereafter, when they
have done with hunting the antelope, the deer, and the buffalo, on the
plains.


_Important Interview._

The Secretary of the Interior, Commissioner Parker, General J. E.
Smith, Messrs. Collyer, F. C. Brunot, and the other Indian delegates,
met in a grand council at the Patent Office building. All the Indians
were dressed in full costume, and seemed to be impressed with the
importance of the occasion. Secretary Cox made a long address to the
Indians on behalf of the President, assuring them that if they would go
to their reservations, and keep the peace, all the rations and goods
promised them by the government would be sent to them, and agents also,
to see that they reached them safely.

In regard to giving them arms and ammunition, he said they would not be
given them at present, but after they have kept themselves peaceable on
reservations for a time, these would be furnished.

Red Cloud then shook hands with all, and said:

    "I came from where the sun sets. You were raised on the chairs. I
    want to sit where the Indian warrior sat."

Sitting down on the floor, Indian fashion, he went on:

    "The Great Spirit has raised me this way. He raised me naked. I
    make no opposition to the Great Father who sits in the White House.
    I don't want to fight. I have offered my prayer to the Great Father
    so that I might come here safe and well. What I have to say to you
    and to these men, and to my Great Father, is this: Look at me! I
    was raised where the sun rises, and I came from where he sets.
    Whose voice was the first heard in this land? The red people's. Who
    raised the bow? The Great Father may be good and kind, but I can't
    see it. I am good and kind to white people, and have given my
    lands, and have now come from where the sun sets to see you. The
    Great Father has sent his people out there, and left me nothing but
    an island. Our nation is melting away like the snow on the side of
    the hills where the sun is warm, while your people are like the
    blades of grass in the spring when summer is coming. I don't want
    to see the white people making roads in our country. Now that I
    have come into my Great Father's land, see if I have any blood when
    I return home. The white people have sprinkled blood on the blades
    of grass about the line of Fort Fetterman. Tell the Great Father to
    remove that fort, and then we will be peaceful, and there will be
    no more troubles.

    "I have yet two mountains in that country,--the Black Hills and Big
    Horn. I want no roads there. There have been stakes driven in that
    country, and I want them removed. I have told these things three
    times, and now have come here to tell them for the fourth time. I
    have made up my mind to take that way. I don't want my reservation
    on the Missouri home of these people. I hear that my old men and
    children are dying off like sheep. The country don't suit them. I
    was born at the Forks of the Platte. My father and mother told me
    that the land there belonged to me. From the north and west the red
    nation has come into the Great Father's house. We are the last of
    the Ogallallas. We have come to know the facts from our Father, why
    the promises which have been made to us have not been kept.

    "I want two or three traders that we asked for at the mouth of
    Horse Creek in 1852. There was a treaty made, and the man who made
    the treaty (alluding to General Mitchell), who performed that
    service for the government, told the truth. The goods which have
    been sent out to me have been stolen all along the road, and only a
    handful would reach to go among my nation.

    "Look at me here! I am poor and naked. I was not provided with
    arms, and always wanted to be peaceful. The Great Spirit has raised
    you to read and write, and has put papers before you; but he has
    not raised me in that way. The men whom the President sends us are
    soldiers, and all have no sense and no heart. I know it to-day. I
    didn't ask that the whites should go through my country killing
    game, and it is the Great Father's fault. You are the people who
    should keep peace. For the railroads you are passing through my
    country, I have not received even so much as a brass ring for the
    land they occupy. [Nor even a shilling an acre for the lands taken
    from the red men, he might have said.] I wish you to tell my Great
    Father that the whites make all the ammunition. What is the reason
    you don't give it to me? Are you afraid I am going to war? You are
    great and powerful, and I am only a handful. I don't want it for
    that purpose, but to kill game with. I suppose I must in time go to
    farming, but I can't do it right away."

Secretary Cox promised that their complaints should be attended to by
the Great Father.


_Another Interview._

The Secretary made a speech, saying that some of the requests made by
the Indians concerning their rations and allowing them traders would be
acceded to, and that government would do all in its power to make them
happy. He announced that they had already received some presents in the
shape of blankets, etc., and would receive more in New York on their
way home. He repeated what the President said concerning Fort
Fetterman. It must remain. They would soon be started on their homeward
journey, which information was received by the Indians with
unmistakable signs of delight.

Red Cloud spoke in reply, evincing most certainly his dissatisfaction
at the determination of the government not to remove Fort Fetterman. He
said there was no necessity for its continuance, and its presence was a
useless burden and expense to the Great Father. He also took exceptions
against the roads running through his country, and intimated that if
trouble arose, it would be the fault of the Great Father.

Red Cloud made another speech, in which he said, "The troops in my
country are all fools, and the government is throwing away its money
for nothing. The officers there are all whisky-drinkers. The Great
Father sends out there the whisky-drinkers because he don't want them
around him here. I do not allow my nation or any white man to bring a
drop of liquor into my country. If he does, that is the last of him and
his liquor. Spotted Tail can drink as much as he pleases on the
Missouri River, and they can kill one another if they choose. I do not
hold myself responsible for what Spotted Tail does. When you buy
anything with my money, I want you to buy me what is useful. I do not
want city flour, rotten tobacco, and soldiers' old clothes dyed black,
such as you bought for Spotted Tail. I only tell you what is true. You
have had a great war, but after it was over you permitted the chiefs
who had been fighting to come back."

Secretary Cox explained the treaty of 1868 to the Indians, and said,
"The best way is to be friendly and deal honestly with each other. The
last treaty made provided for a railroad to be built. The Sioux agreed
not to disturb it, and that it should be built. Now, if the road
interferes with hunting, we will try to make good the damage by feeding
you. We mean that the government shall keep back white men from going
into the Indian country, as well as bad Indians from going into the
white country. This is what the troops are there for. If any of our
people at the forts do not do what is right, the President will punish
them and send better men in their places. The same treaty gives the
lines of the Indian country."

A map was produced, and the Secretary explained the boundaries fixed in
the treaty of 1868. Red Cloud looked on with great interest. He said he
was asked to sign the treaty merely to show that he was peaceable, and
not to grant their lands. He continued, saying, "This is the first time
I have heard of such a treaty, and I do not mean to follow it. I want
to know who was the interpreter who interpreted these things to the
Indians." The names of three were mentioned, and he said, "I know
nothing about it. It was never explained to me."

_Bear-in-the-Grass_ said, "The Great Spirit hears me to-day. I tell
nothing but what is true when I say these words of the treaty were not
explained. It was only said the treaty was for peace and friendship
among the whites. When we took hold of the pen they said they would
take the troops away so we could raise children."

Secretary Cox explained that the treaty was signed by more than two
hundred different Sioux of all the bands.

_Red Cloud_--"I do not say the Commissioners lied, but the interpreters
were wrong. I never heard a word only what was brought to my camp. When
the forts were removed, I came to make peace. You had your war houses.
When you removed them, I signed a treaty of peace. We want to
straighten things up."

_Secretary Cox._--"I have been very careful so that no mistake may be
made, and that our words should be as open as daylight, so we may
understand what binds the Sioux and ourselves: We are trying to get
Congress to carry out our promises, and we want the Indians to do their
part. We simply say that this is the agreement made as we remember. We
have copies printed. We will give one to Red Cloud so it can be
interpreted to him exactly what it is."

_Red Cloud_ said, "All the promises made in the treaty have never been
fulfilled. The object of the whites is to crush the Indians down to
nothing. The Great Spirit will judge these things hereafter. All the
words I sent never reached the Father. They are lost before they get
here. I am chief of the thirty-nine nations of Sioux. I will not take
the paper with me. It is all lies."

The Secretary distributed copies of the treaty to the interpreting
agents and traders present, and adjourned the council till next day, in
order that meantime the provisions of the treaty be explained to the
Indians.


_Final Interview._

They appeared to be much depressed, having reflected over the
proceedings of the day before. They reluctantly came to the meeting
next morning, the earnest persuasion of the interpreter, agent, and
traders having induced them to do so. They stated that their refusal to
attend might result to their injury. The night before Red Shirt was so
much depressed in spirits that he wanted to commit suicide, saying that
he might as well die here as elsewhere, as they had been swindled.


_Further Explanations._

Commissioner Parker opened the proceedings by saying the Indians were
asked to come up because it was thought they ought to have something to
say before they went home. Secretary Cox said to them he was very sorry
to find out that Red Cloud and his people have not understood what was
in the treaty of 1868; therefore he wanted him to come here, so that
all mistakes might be explained and be dismissed. It was important to
know exactly how matters stood. This government did not want to drive
them. The Secretary then explained, at some length, the provisions of
the treaty, the limits of the hunting-grounds, the reservation, etc. He
understood that Red Cloud and his band were unwilling to go on the
reservation, but wanted to live on the head-waters of the Big Cheyenne
River, northeast of Fort Fetterman. This was outside of the permanent
reservation, but inside the part reserved for hunting-ground. The
Secretary was willing to say, if that would please them, he would make
it so, and have their business agents there; this would still keep
white people off the hunting-ground. The government would give them
cattle and food and clothing, so as to make them happy in their new
home. The Secretary said he would write down the names of the men in
whom the Indians have confidence, and want for their agent and traders.
He desired to find out whether they were good men, and could be trusted
by the government. He was sorry the Indians felt bad on finding out
what was in the treaty; but the best way was to tell it all, so there
might not be any misunderstanding.

Red Cloud, having shaken hands with the Secretary and Commissioner
Parker, seated himself on the floor, and said:

    "What I said to the Great Father, the President, is now in my mind.
    I have only a few words to add this morning. I have become tired of
    speaking. Yesterday, when I saw the treaty, and all the false
    things in it, I was mad. I suppose it made you the same. The
    Secretary explained it this morning, and now I am pleased. As to
    the goods you talked about, I want what is due and belongs to me.
    The red people were raised with the bow and arrow, and are all of
    one nation; but the whites, who are educated and civilized, swindle
    me; and I am not hard to swindle, because I cannot read and write.
    We have thirty-two nations (or bands), and have a council-house the
    same as you have. We held a council before we came here, and the
    demands I have made upon you from the chiefs I left behind me are
    all alike. You whites have a chief you go by, but all the chief I
    go by is God Almighty. When he tells me anything that is for the
    best, I always go by his guidance. The whites think the Great
    Spirit has nothing to do with us, but he has. After fooling with us
    and taking away our property, they will have to suffer for it
    hereafter. The Great Spirit is now looking at us, and we offer him
    our prayers.

    "When we had a talk at the mouth of Horse Creek, in 1852, you made
    a chief of Conquering Bear and then destroyed him, and since then
    we have had no chief. You white people did the same to your great
    chief. You killed one of our great fathers. The Great Spirit makes
    us suffer for our wrong-doing. You promised us many things, but you
    never performed them. You take away everything. Even if you live
    forty years or fifty years in this world and then die, you cannot
    take all your goods with you. The Great Spirit will not make me
    suffer, because I am ignorant. He will put me in a place where I
    will be better off than in this world. The Great Spirit raised me
    naked and gave me no arms. Look at me. This is the way I was
    raised. White men say we are bad, we are murderers, but I cannot
    see it."

[Red Cloud did not use this slang phrase,--no Indian speaks so,--and
the interpreters spoil much of the beauty of idiom in translating what
the Indian says. He meant, "I did not so understand it."]

    "We gave up our lands whenever the whites came into our country.
    Tell the Great Father I am poor. In earlier years, when I had
    plenty of game, I could make a living; I gave land away, but I am
    too poor for that now. I want something for my land. I want to
    receive some pay for the lands where you have made railroads. My
    Father has a great many children out West with no ears, brains, or
    heart. You have the names to the treaty of persons professing to be
    chiefs, but I am chief of that nation. Look at me. My hair is
    straight. I was free born on this land. An interpreter who signed
    the treaty has curly hair. He is no man. I will see him hereafter.
    I know I have been wronged. The words of my Great Father never
    reach me, and mine never reach him. There are too many streams
    between us. The Great Spirit has raised me on wild game. I know he
    has left enough to support my children for awhile. You have stolen
    Denver from me. You never gave me anything for it. Some of our
    people went there to engage in farming, and you sent your white
    children and scattered them all away. Now I have only two mounds
    left, and I want them for myself and people. There is treasure in
    them. You have stolen mounds containing gold. I have for many years
    lived with the men I want for my superintendent, agent, and
    traders, and am well acquainted with them. I know they are men of
    justice; they do what is right. If you appoint them, and any blame
    comes, it will not be on you, but on me. I would be willing to let
    you go upon our land when the time comes; but that would not be
    until after the game is gone. I do not ask my Great Father to give
    me anything. I came naked, and will go away naked. I want you to
    tell my Great Father I have no further business. I want you to put
    me on a straight line. I want to stop in St. Louis to see Robert
    Campbell, an old friend." Red Cloud then pointed to a lady in the
    room, saying, "Look at that woman. She was captured by Silver
    Horn's party. I wish you to pay her what her captors owe her. I am
    a man true to what I say, and want to keep my promise. The Indians
    robbed that lady there, and through your influence I want her to be
    paid."

Secretary Cox replied to Red Cloud that the treaty showed how the land
was to be paid for. They were to be given cattle, agricultural
instruments, seeds, houses, blacksmith-shops, teachers, etc., and food
and clothing. The land is good in two ways: one is to let the game grow
for the hunt; the other, to plow it up and get corn and wheat, and
other things out of it, and raise cattle on it. The reason why so many
white men live on their land is that they treat it in this way. He
would correct Red Cloud in a remark made by him. "The whites do not
expect to take their goods with them into the other world. We know as
well as the Indians do that we go out of the world as naked as when we
came into it; but while here in the world we take pleasure in building
great houses and towns, and make good bread to eat.

"We are trying to teach them to do the same things, so that they may be
as well off as we are. Here [pointing to Commissioner Parker] is the
Commissioner of Indian Affairs, who is a chief among us. He belonged to
a race who lived there long before the white man came to this country.
He now has power, and white people obey him, and he directs what shall
be done in very important business. We will be brethren to you in the
same way if you follow his good example and learn our civilization."

_Red Cloud_ responded, "I don't blame him for being a chief. He ought
to be one. We are all of one nation."

_Secretary Cox._--"Those Indians who become chiefs among us do so by
learning the white man's customs, and ceasing to be dependent as
children. I was glad to hear Red Cloud say he would not go away angry,
General Smith will see that you get good presents. But these are small
things compared with the arrangements that will be made to make you
prosperous and happy. Some of the Peace Commissioners will go to your
country to see that you are well treated. I do not want you to think
the days coming are black days. I want you to think they will be bright
and happy days. Be of good spirit. If you feel like a man who is lost
in the woods, we will guide you out of them to a pleasant place. You
will go home two days from now. One day will be spent by General Smith
in New York to get you the presents."

_Red Cloud_ replied, "I do not want to go that way. I want a straight
line. I have seen enough of towns. There are plenty of stores between
here and my home, and there is no occasion to go out of the way to buy
goods. I have no business in New York. I want to go back the way I
came. The whites are the same everywhere. I see them every day. As to
the improvement of the red men, I want to send them here delegates to
Congress."

Secretary Cox said he would be guided by General Smith as to the route
homeward. He was not particularly anxious the Indians should go to New
York. This ended the interview. The Indians shook hands with the
Secretary and Commissioner Parker, and then hurried from the room,
followed by the crowd of persons who had gathered at the door.


_Little Swan's Speech._

Little Swan, a Sioux chief, said to the President about the Indian
situation:

    "What my Great Father asks for, peace, is all very well. If I had
    my own way, it would be all right, and there would be no more
    fighting; but I saw in the Congress, when I went there, on
    Thursday, that all the big chiefs there did not agree very well. It
    is the same with my young men. They are not all of one mind; but I
    will do my best to make them of one mind, and to keep the peace. I
    am a bad young man, too, and have made much trouble. I did not get
    to be a big chief by good conduct, but because I was a great
    fighter, like you, my Great Father."

These words were really delivered. The allusion to Congress and to the
President hit the nail on the head; at least, it is thought so.


_Spotted Tail in New York._

On the 14th of June, the four lords of the desert, Spotted Tail, Swift
Bear, Fast Bear, and Yellow Hair, had a busy day. They began in the
morning with a visit to the French frigate, Magicienne, where they were
received by Admiral Lefeber and his staff, and a salute was fired in
their honor. They were conducted to the admiral's state-room and
regaled upon cakes and champagne. The latter they enjoyed immensely,
but Captain Poole wisely limited them to one glass each, not desiring
to witness a scalping scene on his frigate. After this repast, the red
men were conducted all over the ship. The admiral then had one of the
fifteen-inch guns loaded with powder, and each one of the Indians
pulled the lanyard in turn. This was royal sport for the Indians, and
as each gun was fired they looked eagerly for the splash of the ball
which they thought was in the cannon. It was impossible to explain to
them that the gun was loaded with powder only, as when they visited the
Brooklyn navy-yard a shotted gun was fired for their especial
edification, and their delight was then to watch for the ball striking
the water.

After the visit to the frigate, the Indians returned to the Astor
House, where a crowd of five or six hundred people was assembled. The
private entrance on Vesey Street was besieged by an excited multitude
anxious to get a peep at the "red-skins," but they were disappointed,
as the stage drove up to the Barclay Street entrance.

Although they had been to a certain extent amused by what they have
seen in New York, still, they were all anxious to get back home.
Captain Poole says that the crowds which dogged their footsteps
wherever they went annoyed them considerably, and it is owing to this
that they have departed so abruptly. Many invitations were sent them,
including one from James Fisk, Jr., to visit his steamers, and one from
the officers of the turret ship Miantonomah. Spotted Tail, however,
declined to accept either, being tired of Eastern life. He also refused
to take a trip up the Hudson, saying that he and his brethren all
wanted to go home.

Before the Indians' departure from Washington, President Grant handed
four hundred dollars to Captain Poole, and directed that each chief
should choose presents to the value of one hundred dollars. They were
accordingly taken to an up-town store, where each filled a large trunk
with articles of various kinds. Combs, brushes, umbrellas, blankets,
and beads seemed particularly to please their fancy. Swift Bear wanted
to take about a dozen umbrellas, but was dissuaded from it by Captain
Poole.

They took a Pacific Railroad car on the Hudson River Railroad, at eight
o'clock in the evening.


_Red Cloud in New York._

Red Cloud changed his mind, and came on to New York to attend a great
meeting of friends of the red men, at Cooper Institute. On the evening
of June 16th, the party were treated to a grand reception, at which it
was supposed that no less than five thousand were present. Among other
things, Red Cloud said:

    "I have tried to get from my Great Father what is right and just. I
    have not altogether succeeded. I want you to believe with me, to
    know with me, that which is right and just. I represent the whole
    Sioux nation. They will be grieved by what I represent. I am no
    Spotted Tail, who will say one thing one day, and be bought for a
    fish the next. Look at me! I am poor, naked, but I am chief of a
    nation. We do not ask for riches; we do not want much; but we want
    our children properly trained and brought up. We look to you for
    that. Riches here do no good. We cannot take them away with us out
    of this world, but we want to have love and peace. The money, the
    riches, that we have in this world, as Secretary Cox lately told
    me, we cannot take these into the next world. If this is so, I
    would like to know why the Commissioners who are sent out there do
    nothing but rob to get the riches of this world away from us. I was
    brought up among traders and those who came out there in the early
    times. I had good times with them; they treated me mostly always
    right; always well; they taught me to use clothes, to use tobacco,
    to use fire-arms and ammunition. This was all very well until the
    Great Father sent another kind of men out there,--men who drank
    whisky; men who were so bad that the Great Father could not keep
    them at home, so he sent them out there."


_Reception of Red Cloud at Home._

Doubtless speculators and contractors were disappointed when they
heard, on General Smith's return, of Red Cloud's satisfaction, and what
he said about being peaceable, and using his influence among his
warriors. A thousand lodges were gathered to receive him, and the
demonstrations made over his return exceeded any the oldest Indian had
ever seen before.

On the way out, Red Cloud gave General Smith his reason for asking the
government for the seventeen horses. He did not really need them, but
made up his mind that if he had been sent back on foot from Pine Bluff,
or Fort Laramie, his tribes might think he was lightly esteemed by our
authorities, and thereupon they might begin to despise him. His
influence would decrease, and he might be unsuccessful in preventing
war. He merely wished to accept of them as a tribute to his exalted
position as a great warrior among his people. The general said that his
appearance, with his whole party well mounted, had the desired effect,
and Red Cloud's warriors saw at a glance that the chief was believed to
be a great warrior by the Great Father at Washington.




CONCLUSION.


Boys love fair play, and I know they will make every allowance for the
poor Indian, who is, in his wild state, indeed a savage, born and bred
up among the wild beasts of the forest; untutored and cruel to his
enemies, whether man or beast. We must take him as we find him, then,
and not as some sensation writers would make us believe, to be _more
noble and generous_ than many white men. For we may find many noble
examples of generosity among them, in freeing captives and forgiving
wrongs done to them; but they have been for over two hundred years
victims of the white man's dishonest dealings, and I think that we
would do pretty much as the Indian does, if we were Indians, and had
been taught the lesson of our forefathers' wrongs. The Indian agents
have been in former years mostly dishonest, and cheated those they
should have remembered were simple children of the forest; and though
they were knowing enough to perceive they were badly dealt with and did
not get their due, could not tell just where the cheating came in. You
remember the story of a white man and an Indian going a hunting on
shares. Well, they killed a wild turkey and a buzzard, the latter good
for naught. They sat down on a log to divide the game. "Now," said the
white man, "You take the buzzard, and I'll take the turkey; or, I'll
take the turkey, and you take the buzzard." The Indian opened his eyes
wide, and replied, "Seems to me you talk all buzzard to me, and no talk
turkey."

Very little "talk turkey" has the Indian experienced in dealing with
the whites. Indeed, you can judge of fair dealing, or want of it, when
it is known that an agent came out our way to pay off annuities with
blankets, etc. These were "shoddy blankets," and when one tribe was
paid off with them, the agent bought them all back again with bad
whisky, and went on farther, to pay off other tribes in like manner.

So one agent carried out to California some annuity goods to pay off
Indians, according to treaty, _and among them were several thousand
elastics; and yet no Indian wears a stocking_!

The bad Indians _must be punished, just as bad boys, who do wrong;
and the army alone can deal with refractory Indians, whose tender
mercies are most cruel to white men, women, and children_.

General Sherman came out here in 1868 as one of "the Peace Commission,"
to personally investigate the whole matter. On his arrival at Cheyenne
and at Denver, a large number of pioneers were ready to insult him,
because he would not make a speech, and authorize them to band together
and kill Indians wherever found![4]

      [4] A man whom I had some respect for, said to me at this time,
      "If we can get up a smart Indian war now, wouldn't it be the
      making of Cheyenne?" He had an eye to an army contract. General
      Sherman would probably have called him a "bummer."

This idol of the American people they were not willing to trust to do
justice to both parties, after visiting among the tribes on the plains,
and in New Mexico, and seen things for himself. Such is human nature.
But the general could wait his time, and the judgment of the whole
people will be, to give him credit for a far-sighted policy, the result
of a wise head and an understanding heart, that swerves neither to the
right hand nor the left, so it be in the plain path of duty! Why not
believe and trust him in the future, as we have in the past? We are to
take care how we draw down upon our nation God's anger for _previous_
years of injustice and bad treatment; and if General Grant had done
nothing more to signalize his administration than the appointment of
honest agents to look after the welfare of Indians on reservations,
while leaving to Generals Sherman and Sheridan the dealing with wild,
refractory bands of pagan savages, roaming over the settlements on the
plains, to do their murderous work of brutalities that sicken the heart
to contemplate, and make to the sufferers a welcome death as speedily
as possible,--he would be one of the greatest Presidents we have had.

I have thus tried to give an impartial history of the "Indian
Question," showing the characteristics of our white settlers in their
treatment of the Indians; and, on the other hand, painting the savage
as he is, in his wild, cruel nature, and with whom we have to deal with
all the wisdom our government can devise. I have done so with a
purpose. This is to show how little Christianity has done thus far to
make white men just, fair, and honorable, and to gain the respect of
the red man for the Christian's God. It is a sad reflection, too, that
we are doing so little, and that the world's conversion is so far, so
very far away in the future. _There is a dreadful responsibility
resting somewhere!_

If our religion is not a sham, we must meet the question as it has
never been met before. Infidelity has no surer or more deadly weapon
than that which it wields to-day against our professions of love for
the souls of our fellow-men, while we content ourselves with
expressions only of that love. It is hollow, superficial, and full of
cant. If our religion does not take a deeper form, and go out in active
sympathy and work, it will surely perish, and deserves to perish. Men
ask for results, and it is right they should. The tree is known by its
fruits. We cannot gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles. This is
Christ's standard. Do we belong to Him, or are we false, hypocritical
children of the Evil One?

Our Saviour said, "It must needs be that offences come; but woe to that
man by whom the offence cometh!" Now, if so be that God, who is just,
shall require that we atone for all the wrongs perpetrated upon the red
men ever since the Mayflower landed her pilgrims on the shores of New
England (for there is no repentance for nations at the day of
judgment), or that our children shall suffer in some way for it,--who
shall say it is not a righteous retribution? "Vengeance is mine, I will
repay, saith the Lord."




LORD'S PRAYER IN SIOUX LANGUAGE.


    Ate-un-yan-pi, Mar-pi-ya, ekta, nan-ke-cin, Ni-caje, wa-kan-da-pi,
    kta, Ni-to-ki-con-ze, ukte, Mar-pi-ya, ekta, ni-taw-a-cin, econ-pi,
    kin, nun-we; au-pe-tu, kin, de, au-pe-tu, iyoki, aguyapi, kin,
    un-ju, miye.

    Qu, un-kix, una, e-ciux-in-yan, ecaun-ki, con-pi,
    nicun-ki-ci-ca-ju-ju-pi; he, iye-cen, wau-ur-tan-ipi, kui,
    un-ki-ci-ca-ju-ju, miye. Qa, taku, wani-yu-tan, kin, en, unkayapa,
    xui, pa, Tuka, taku, vice, cin, etanhan, eunt-da-ku-pi.
    Wo-ki-con-ze-kin, no-wax-a ki, kin, ga, wouitan, kin, hena-kiy, a,
    ouihanke, wanin, nitawa, heon. Amen.

The name of God is Wakantanka. The name of the Lord is Itankan.




APOSTLES' CREED.


    Wakantanka iyotan Waxaka Atezapikin parpia, maka iyahna kage cin,
    he wicawada:

    Qua Jesus Christ Itankan unyapi, he Cinhintku hece un Mary eciyapi
    kin, utanhan toupi; Pontius Pilate kakixya, Canicipauega, en
    okantanpi, te qua rapi; Wanagi yakonpi etka I, Iyamnican ake kini;
    Wankan marpiya ekta iyaye. Qua Wakantanka, ateyapi iyotan waxaka
    yanke cin, etapa kin eciy atanhan iyotanka; Heciyatankan meaxta
    nipi, qua tapi kin, hena yuuytaya nicayaco u kta, Woniya Wakan kin
    he wicauada; Omniciza, wakan Owaneaya kin Owaneaya kin, Wicaxta
    Wakan Okodakiciye kin; Woartani kajujupi kin; Wicatancan kini kte
    cin; Qua wicociououihanke wanin ce cin; Hena ouasin wieawada. Amen.




DISTANCES.


From Omaha to Cheyenne is five hundred and sixteen miles; Cheyenne to
Greeley, on Cache-la-poudre River, fifty-four miles; Cheyenne to
Denver, one hundred and eleven miles; same to Golden City; Cheyenne to
Sherman, thirty-three miles (this is eight thousand two hundred and
forty-two feet above the level of the sea); to Fort Sanders, fifty-four
miles; Laramie City, fifty-six miles; Salt Lake, five hundred and
thirty-five miles; Salt Lake to Lake's Crossing, Truckee River, four
hundred and ninety-nine miles; Truckee to Sacramento, one hundred and
nineteen miles; thence to San Francisco, one hundred and twenty-four
miles; Omaha to San Francisco, one thousand seven hundred and
ninety-two miles.

Cheyenne, northwest to Fort Fetterman, one hundred and seventy miles;
Fort Reno (abandoned), two hundred and seventy-four miles; Fort Phil.
Kearney (abandoned), three hundred and thirty-nine miles; Fort C. F.
Smith, four hundred and twenty-nine miles; Helena, Montana, six hundred
and nine miles; Junction of Bear River to City of Rocks, one hundred
and eighty-one miles; to Boisé City, three hundred and ninety-three
miles; to Idaho City, four hundred and forty miles; to Owyhee, four
hundred and seventy-five miles; to Fort Ellis, Montana, six hundred
miles; to Fort Brown, Sweetwater, four hundred and forty-two miles.


                               THE END.






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