Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1879-07-18

oughly filed with fright. A little girl
had been trampled down and killed.
The curses Of the half-breeds, who were
vainly endeavoring TO stop the firing
mingled with the means of the fright
ened women and believing of the
horses. Tearing down hill came two
warriors. They expostulated with the
young men, but in vain. Wrought up
to a pitch of frenzy, the bucks, settled
around the camp in q sort of a DEVILS
dance, and faster and faster fly the bull
lets. No mans life is safe. Nothing
can be done. The half-brceds are
completely surrounded. The chiefs
have lost all influence over the soldiers.
Where it will end no one can tell. l
felt hand on my shoulder, and l am
pressed to the ground. As l turn see
my captor is an Indian in middle life,
! should say, and he took q scat beside
me on the grass. Not word is spoken.
There is an anxious look in his face, as
he glances around on the fierce band
that surrounds us and listens to the yell
of the missiles. He motions to some of
his young men, who were standing
near, and take their positions, COM
pletely enveloping the Indian and my
self. What all this may portend is not
explained to me, but remember that l
am not to notice anything that is going
on around me, and | look straight up
into the sky, and wonder what makes
such a funny running in my ear and
such swelling in my throat. There is
a peculiar tingling, too, all over my
skin, and | seem to shrink up. One
ball flashes past little closer than the
rest, darts over my head, and buries it
self in the cart behind. The Indian
peers through the smoke as if to see
who fired it, and then rising, he places
himself between me and the quarter
from which the bullet came. Slowly
now the firing ceases, and at length the
guns are quiet. The warriors form a
line, not studied, and fire more grace
fully than any organized rank could do,
and commence their march. They
move around the camp two or three
times, and then march through the
center. AS they come the Indian who
| has captured me moves to my side, and
sits close to me. The ring his young
men have made around me contracts,
and they draw closer in as the line
moves past. l sec many a furtivC
| glance cast in my direction, but nc
looks of hatred though | cannot under.
stand the disposition not to look fixedly
at me, as they looked before. Slowly
the procession passes on, gaudy, bril-
liant, savage, grand. Across the camp
it moves, and turns again at the outer
post and the place it had abandoned.
There is q sort of murmur of applause
and l see the children of the band com
ing. There are two, n boy and n girl
on each pony, and the ponies and the
children are dressed in green boughs
and each child carries green branch
In all this display of savagery there is
a. least something innocent. The chill
dren singing some kind of q chant, ant
their voices strike the air with SHARP
contrast to the yelling bullets that an
nounced their coming. Behind then
comes an Indian riding alone. Upor
his head is an immense war-bOnnet
made of eagle feathers, the streamer'
falling in showers on his horses back
The children are his staff, but there
appears to be something incongruou.
in the situation. Somehow the children
and their decorations do not gibe will
the war-bonnet
"That is Sitting Bull, croaks voice
beside me. 1t is the first time my cap
tor has spoken, and he spoke in time
for should not have recognized Sitting
Bull in his head-dress.- - Chicago TTib
aIne Cor. from Sitting Butts Camp.