CONTENTS

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[Wahiah—A Spartan Mother]1
[Nistina]15
[The Iron Khiva]25
[The New Medicine House]39
[Rising Wolf—Ghost Dancer]51
[The River’s Warning]67
[Lone Wolf’s Old Guard]77
[Big Moggasen]87
[The Storm-Child]95
[The Blood Lust]105
[The Remorse of Waumdisapa]113
[A Decree of Council]121
[Drifting Crane]127
[The Story of Howling Wolf]135
[The Silent Eaters]159
[I.]The Beginnings of Power159
[II.]Policy and Council168
[III.]The Battle of the Big Horn173
[IV.]Dark Days of Winter189
[V.]The Chief Surrenders Himself195
[VI.]In Captivity204
[VII.]He Opposed All Treaties215
[VIII.]The Return of the Spirits219
[IX.]The Message of Kicking Bear226
[X.]The Dance Begins232
[XI.]The Breaking of the Peace Pipe239
[XII.]The Chief Proposes a Test252
[XIII.]The Chief Plans a Journey264
[XIV.]The Death of the Chief270

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

An Indian Scout[Frontis.]
A Kiowa MaidenFacing p.[8]
The Red Man’s Parcel Post”[9]
A Cow-puncher Visiting an Indian Village”[30]
An Apache Indian”[31]
At an Apache Indian Agency”[42]
The Romantic Adventure of Old Sun’s Wife”[43]
The Medicine Man’s Signal”[54]
The Ghost Dance”[55]
On an Indian Reservation”[72]
In a Stiff Current”[73]
A Modern Comanche Indian”[80]
A Band of Piegan Indians in the Mountains”[81]
Footprints in the Snow”[98]
Geronimo and His Band Returning from a Raid in Mexico”[99]
An Indian Brave”[116]
In an Indian Camp”[122]
Crow Indians Firing into the Agency”[123]
An Indian Trapper”[138]
A Questionable Companionship”[139]
The Arrest of the Scout”[152]
An Indian Duel”[153]
Cheyenne Scouts Patrolling the Big Timber of the North Canadian, Oklahoma”[174]
Indians Reconnoitering from a Mountain-top”[175]
The Brave Cheyennes Were Running Through the Frosted Hills”[186]
Campaigning in Winter”[187]
Indians as Soldiers”[200]
An Indian Dream”[201]
Burning the Range”[212]
An Old-time Northern Plains Indian”[213]
An Indian Chief”[226]
A Fantasy from the Pony War Dance”[236]
Chis-Chis-Chash Scout on the Flanks”[237]
Scouts”[260]
On the Little Big Horn”[261]

WAHIAH—A SPARTAN MOTHER

THE BOOK OF THE
AMERICAN INDIAN

WAHIAH—A SPARTAN MOTHER

I

From a casual point of view the Indian Agency at Darlington was dull and commonplace if not actually dispiriting. The sun blazed hot in the roadway which ran between the licensed shops, the office and the issue house. Lean dogs were slinking about. A few bedraggled red women with shawls over their heads stood talking softly together on the trader’s porch. A group of warriors in the shade of the blacksmith shop were discussing some ancient campaign, while now and then a clerk in shirt sleeves, his hands full of papers, moved across the plaza, his step quickened by the sting of the sun.