Adventure Magazine, December 10, 1924 — page 102: what you’re looking at

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80 “No! No! Don’t leave the child with me. ‘They tell me the Injuns won’t hurt you. Take the youngster to the nearest house. I can make my way to the lower agency. They should know at once and catch the murderers when they return. Oh, Lord! What are we coming to!” “T know the men who did it. I can point them out. Find Jones’ horse and go at once. I’ll start with the baby now and over- take Papa Baptiste.” He soon caught the horse but lost time locating the saddle. He struck south from the trail over an Indian game path that led from the woods to the Minnesota and rode recklessly, although expecting every minute to be waylaid by the Sioux. At the end of ten miles the horse went hopelessly lame, and he was compelled to proceed on foot. fa also in great haste; they were afraid that the settlers might overtake them before they could make Little Six’s village. At the first settler’s place they came to they appropriated a wagon and two horses, drove at top speed and spoiled the horses in making the Minnesota. Without losing a minute they crossed and hurried to Little Six’s village, six miles above the agency. Arousing the chief, Killing Ghost an- nounced: “We have killed five whites. them were women.” Little Six remained silent for a minute; then he said: ‘“‘This must be told to our people at once. If white people have been killed we must kill more, or they will come here and kill us.” Word was spread forthwith through the village that hunters had returned from the Big Woods after killing some white people. There was great excitement. Some of the Indians were frightened; others openly re- joiced. Little Six was excited but not frightened. After the men had gathered around him he told them: “This is a bad business or a good business. We must tell this to Little Crow. What we do must be done by the time the sun comes up.” Accompanied by the murderers and fol- lowed by the male population of his village, he rode down to Little Crow’s village, two miles above the agency. Little Crow’s people heard the feet of the mob and were THE SIX Mdewakanton men were Two of Adventure alarmed, not knowing what to think, Little Six shouted his name and hurried into Little Crow’s house. The chief was in bed; he sat up when men crowded in. “There is something to be talked,’ he said. “It must be a very big talk that can not wait until the light comes.”’ “Six of my young men have killed five white people in the Big Woods.” Little Six informed him without any preamble. ‘You have made war on the white people,’ said the chief. “No more gold will come to us. Soldiers will come here.”’ “What shall we do?” asked Little Six anxiously. “‘Why do you come to me?” haughtily re- plied Little Crow. ‘You come into the wrong house. Go talk to Traveling Hail, the man you named Speaker.” He was referring to the recent bitter, three-cornered political fight when he and Big Eagle and Traveling Hail were candi- dates for the office of new Chief Speaker. The last named had been elected, and Little Crow was much humiliated. His defeat was due to his activity in having promoted the sale of the Minnesota lands to the whites. “They will send soldiers to shoot us,’ said Brown Wing. “No. They will kill you with a rope,” corrected Little Crow. “Then they will shoot many of us. White men do not know one Dakota man from another when they want to kill one.” “Kill the whites! Kill all the whites in Minnesota!’ yelled an Indian in the door- way. “Kill all the traders!” howled another. “Kill all the Cut-Hairs, who forget they ever were Dakota men!” Wapasha, principal chief of the Mdewa- kanton band, as had been his father and grandfather, forced his way into the room and loudly cried: “Do you want to kill yourselves? What foolish talk do I hear? It will take a long time to count the white men in Minnesota. It would take many men a lifetime to count the men our Grandfather in Washington can send here with big guns. The young men have done a bad thing. Shall the Red Leaf band of the Mdewakanton be killed because our young men have done a bad thing?” “They will kill all of us if we do not kill them!”’ cried Breaking Up. COmiclbook (© =