Buffalo Bill: His Life and Adventures in the Wild West — page 41: what you’re looking at

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| va fie a hy ant defied him. Tired worn, he t ined, upon his enemies, V the Cr ew | Vinnebagoes who had joined rows . but who remembered the > On | the Red River of the North, fore the imperfect ‘volley of the and gave fright to the Crows, who follc oa their treacherous allies. The battle made Red Cloud a god in the camp, save to the conspirators, of whom Sitting Bull was now at the head. 1 Little ) Knife, grown old and childish, ac- i 1 to the proposal that Red Cloud sosed, but that warrior took Sitting by the throat, and held the soon-to- Te aton: 8, : sul 7 4 wre ak alts chief begged mercy for his friend, which restored the prestige of the Moses upon ¥ vhom t their salvation depended. oT he crossing of the Missouri was disastrous, Hides were bound around hot oops, Me wash-tub shape, and on these frail “bul poate ” Red Cloud essayed to de- iver } people. Women and children went down in the raging current, swept Way to the Mississippi and the Gulf. Wa rriors sank shrieking in the waves, but Red Cloud despatched boat after boat, ng each with immovable face, and ‘wat tehii : ¥ ihe ¢ rent and swam to the remnant of his band. It was asmall and a desolate t rik a that he found on the west bank of th a1 iver at the mouth of the Cannon Bal. ie His: enemies had been saved, ana only F Bear Bonnet, of all his friends, had sce cape 2 ed the torrent. J was in the autumn of the year. The Cs ‘ snow 7 winds were pouring down from the. _ Along the ranges, the buffaloes turning southward, and the crust on 16 current of the Cannon Ball River on ‘ oe Red Cloud that the strength of ths yinter was near him. The red and white e tailed deer had turned away from the @ northern blasts. The antelope were gone 3, and, surrounded by treachery, th area tened with assassination, powerless to. feed his people, and harassed by the eric ries of his women and children, Red Cloud ‘turned southward, hoping to find ae s where the wild game would stop, d 3 where he could supply the wants of shose who depended upon him, In the grossing most of the horses had been dro owned. Upon the few left he mounted some of the children and women, and taking up a line of march over a country the at ‘was strange to him he urged his people etn bonnty if they would follow “ — L< - ~~ 7 rae a dyes we { + we GEA Y Bie oe v ) } en ." J °F \Y 1 , A? J ° . - . “/ 4 4 ‘ ~ F 3 ° 2 \ . : tie! 5 j 7 : piieite Bull urged Little Knife to i westward course, pointing out the danger — itil he re ae ie ane Hs fark ous savage, knife to heart, until the hen : the last had gone he plunged into’ vengeance, of travelling towards the South and into the hands of the soldiers ‘Tired of life, the broken chief called a \ouncil. The pipe was hehted, and when it came to Long Dog he let it grow cold without smoking. This was a declaration of war on some one, and they waited for him to speak. In the fight on the Red River he had been shot through the thighs, and could scarcely stand. For miles he had been carried, but now he defied the chief and every warrior in the band, and, though crippled, they waited for him, * Oappee, Ta-Ton-Cha U-ton-cha!” said he, “let Sitting Bull speak? ” That foxy warrior climbed to his legs, |and, according to the Indian fashion of oratory, began with a history of his ex- ploits, “Hoe is a woman!” exclaimed Long Dog. ‘Is there no man here? Long Dog leads the Sleeping Bull on the trail, Let him be quiet until Long Dog has spoken oe _ $t was a fearful insult. Not often before did Indian take in silence such a reproach from a fellow warrior; but Sitting Bulli sat as quictly as he sat ‘when the Yanktonias took him by the throat in his own lodge in northern Montana and shook him until his teeth rattled, and though the Yanktonias was alone and in the enemy’s camp, not a voice or hand was raised, and Sitting Bull called for no And so the council died with ‘the embers of the fire. Long Dog had declared himself a friend of Red Cloud. Once more the weary march was taken up, still to the southward, until the wandering children in the wilderness saw the peaks of the Black Hills rising before them. Ther; che wisdom of Red Cloud shone, for in the valleys and basins they found game and shelter, and the worn and weary warrior found his blessing in the gratitude and comfort of his people. For a time they were happy. The valleys were green, and the yellow skins of the antelope gleamed at the water runs. abundant, and the deer stopped in their flicht, forgetting that the winter had harnessed the north wind. Even the mal- contents were silent. But the Indian must have a market for his furs, and runners to the southward found pale faces who were willing to bus And so the enterprising traders got i among them, and some noted the color of the dying ass and ¢ ia eho off pieces of the rocks Buffalo were that sheltered the uphappy 1c OO) a And SalE@)