Beverly banner. [volume] (Beverly, N.J.) 1877-1964, 1924-07-11


because he carried wounded friend
out of a fight. He sees a feather
standing at the back of the head and
knows the man has killed an enemy
without any hurt to himself. He sees
| man who has struck an enemy and
wears his feather across the back of
his head. He sees man who has
given his flesh to Wakantanka In the
| sun dance and carried six buffalo
skulls. He sees another whose vow
| to Wakantanka brought him many
cuts ON his arms and chest.
"For such men Wakantanka has but
one path. They must follow it even
when it surely leads to death. Yet
these men are not my friends. For
| they throw me down on the ground,
and they throw my friend down beside
me. They make ready to kill us.
| What have we done that these strange
warriors should treat us so, when the
mighty Tashunca-uitco (Crazy Horse)
would call us brothers, and stretch
out the left hand because his heart is
on that side? Tashunca-uitco does not
see his friend, Two Knives Talking,
and the other white man, who runs
from the whites. His ears are closed,
or he would hear my voice when
sing the song made for Mato Tipi-
.Wakanyan make 10 mato tipi ca"
he began singing. I'm a sacred man.
ner am sitting at Bear lodge"
This voluble harangue, and the fact
that there was none of the Ogalala
who had not seen or heard of Scis-
sors, STAYED off immediate mutilation.
Although deeply impressed by Scis-
sors' speech and songs the Indians
did not release the white men, but
held them fat on their backs and
glared at them ferociously.
"Why do white men call out to
Tunkan and sing the Mato Tipi song?"
harshly demanded a man whose face
was crossed by scarcely healed
wound, and whose arms and chest
bore many welts-W akantanka's re
ceipts for VOWS fulfilled in various
sun dances.
"Are we Shoshoni and should we
sing to the moon" countered Scissors.
Eve come to Mato Tipi to place stones
to the dead. Then we would go to
the camp of Crazy Horse. Now we
are on our backs, looking up at the
home of the thunders."
The leaders, visage continued fierce
and unrelenting, yet he refrained from
speaking the word that would precip-
itate the butchery. After minute OF
silence he sullenly said:
little Big Man has no white broth
ers. voice says the white men go
to fight with Wichakpayamani (Three-
stars-Crook' Sioux name). They
go to help fight against the Dakota"
"The voice lies," tersely corrected
Scissors.
"What is the medicine on, the hat
OF the white man?"
white men tried to kill him. They
say he sold a wagon Of cartridges to
the Cheyennes. He is a friend of
High Wolf, the Cheyenne medicine
man."
The dots of perspiration on Dins-
dale's face would have doubled had
he understood this bold avowal. Scis-
sors knew his statement was des-
perate gamble. The effect on the war
riors was pronounced, although they
betrayed nothing except to look more
closely at the paper pictures on Dins-
dale's hat. One of them picked it up,
and all quickly understood the story
the pictures were meant to tell. The
spirited action of the galloping horses
appealed to them.
The horseman few inches ahead of
| the united string was Dinsdale, of
course. That all should be identical
very wakan. White men had sold
metallic cartridges to the hostiles. and
within month man had been caught
with wagon, filed with munitions,
bound for a northern village. But If
High Wolf, famous mystery man and
wearer of a necklace OF human fingers,
| should be within reach of a messenger
the lie would be exposed offhand.
One of the warriors called attention
to the paper picture of the butte. Elk
! cept those holding the prisoners to
ground, all advanced to this and ex-
amined it carefully. The small mound
Of Tunkan stones, together with the
outline, formed combination that
Little Big Man dared not tritie with.
He talked aside with middle-aged
warrior, then gave an order. One of
| the group produced small mirror and
| ran into the path leading up the butte.
| To Scissors the leader said: "Soon 1t
will be known in Tashunca-uitco's.
camp at Slim Butte that Two Knives
Talking and another white man are
in our camp"
| The prisoners were jerked to their
feet, and no sooner were they erect
than their hands were drawn behind
them and fastened. Their horses were
brought up and they were helped to
mount. Little Big Man and the older
warrior rode In the lead and struck
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