“Very true, because even when the red brother comes on the white man’s land to steal he is forgiven, but when the weak white man goes to the red man’s hills to dig gold or to the red man’s valleys to raise corn, he is slain.”
“Pa-e-has-ka knows the Indian agents keep good blankets and give us bad; they feed good meat to the white children and rotting bones to the red papoose.”
“And because a white rascal steals from the red men, the dusky warriors turn and slay innocent white squaws and little babes. White-man-runs-him, if the red warriors do not turn back and await a peaceful settlement of the dispute, it will mean the death of hundreds of both red and white men, and nothing will be gained. Who is in command of this party?”
“Rain-in-the-face.”
“Where is Sitting Bull?”
“Big Horn Cañon.”
“Is this force going south now to join Sitting Bull?”
“Not till the snows run into the rivers again.”
“What are the red warriors going to do till then?”
“Make the white man sorry he came to the red man’s country.”