WIGWAMS AMONG THE SIOUX.
On the west side of the Missouri in Dakota lies the great Sioux Reservation, containing 8,000 Indians at the Pine Ridge Agency, nearly 8,000 at the Rosebud Agency, 1,500 of the Lower Brule Indians, 3,000 along the Cheyenne River and northward, and nearly 4,000 on the Standing Rock Agency. It was my fortune to visit a number of villages on the Cheyenne, Morrow, and Grand Rivers and at Standing Rock. The Indians at these places are all wild—that is, still wear blankets, breech-cloths, and leggings, feathers and geegaws, do little toward cultivating the land, and are ignorant heathen. A Sabbath in a village on the Cheyenne showed what wild Indians were. The morning opened with two men disguised in buffalo-skins with the heads on, running through the village. They had had a dream, were supposed to be possessed of spirits, and as they chased the villagers all ran from them, affrighted lest some witchcraft be wrought by them. Presently the church-bell rang at the missionary's tent, and fifty Indians came in, gaudy in paints and wampum, ornaments, and dangling queues tied up with mink-skins, the chief wearing a broken down beaver hat with a faded weed upon it, and the rest supplied with fans of eagles' wings, pipes, and other accompaniments of Indian gentlemen. They listened with occasional grunts of approval during worship, and filed out at the close with a cordial handshake, one remaining, named from his height Touch-the-Clouds, to say that he felt the importance of this new way, and that he wished for himself and his people schools and churches. This was encouraging, but as the evening came on there set up a hideous noise; a dance was in progress, and all night long a relay of three Indians kept up the hideous and monotonous tom-tom of their kettle-drums, while the shrill scream of the women pierced the air.
The next morning were things equally painful. A young Indian woman, with four children to care for, put away by her cruel husband for another wife, came to beg the missionary's influence to secure for her Government rations. A tent hard by was visited, where the family, in accordance with Indian superstitions, were gathering, and had been for a year or two, all sorts of valuable articles for presents in honor of some deceased member of the household, intending by-and-by to distribute all these things, leaving themselves beggared. And last of all, in a neighboring village were seen three men and a boy, clad with a few feathers in their hair, and yellow ochre on their bodies, going through mummeries in the sight of a large company. They were "making mystery," whatever that may be.
INDIAN GIRLS AT SANTEE NORMAL TRAINING SCHOOL.
At Standing Rock were Sitting Bull and Chief Gall, with their bands. Not many years ago they had been on the war path; they were concerned in the Custer massacre; but now they are in wholesome awe of the Government and dependent on Government favor for daily bread. Consequently they are orderly and peaceable, and though a few years since it would have been dangerous for three unarmed men to pass through their reservations, it was perfectly safe last summer for a missionary speaking the Indian language and his friends.
INDIAN IN NATIVE DRESS, FORT BERTHOLD.