The Glacier reporter. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1953-current, 1962-01-18


could come and get him.
With no more ado about IL than
IL he were going on a few hours
ride, Sharp Grover rode out OF
camp and up the Arikaree River,
Riding with him were none other
than Red Bird and Tom Wingate,
They did not plan TO 60 all the
way but were going to scout the
hills surrounding the area. Grov'
er had selected without hesita'
ton, Red Bird to cover his move
ments and the Indian in turn
chose Tom to be with him. Com
pleting a ten mile ride up the
Arikaree together, the party split
up. Grover proceeded up the
stream, Red Bird travelled to the
right, and Tom went to the left
The sun was nearing the west
ern horizon when Grover quit
the main stream of the Arikaree.
He cut to the north where signs
showed him the direction of the
Indian camp. He covered a few
miles, and darkness began to set
tie over the plains, making the
beautiful night shade that can
only be seen east of the main
ridge Of the Rocky Mountains.
Grover decided to take il q
little easy that night so that he
would be near the camp by early
morning. He secuted most Of the
night and by daylight had con.
cluded that they were Cheyennes.
He made up his mind to take a
chance and ride boldly into their
camp. II was just shortly before
sunup that he was first sighted
by the Indian horse wranglers
about two miles from the camp.
On discovering him, the two In
dians Immediately took cover be,
hind a little hill but Grover rode
on nonchalantly. When he was
within half a mile of camp, he
could see that he was observed
from several directions. Just then
six or eight yelling Cheyennes
closed in on him from all sides,
riding strictly in Indian fashion.
Grover stopped his horse and
sat still. Then he made the sign
of friend in sign language. The
Indians advanced within two or
three hundred feet of the scout
and halted, all with rifles point
ed in his direction. Later he said
that their fingers were very
Itchy acting" about that time.
Off to his left Grover saw one
of the Indians dismount and
walk toward him, all the while
keeping him covered with his
gun. Grover signed to him, Il am
your friend Why are you
afraid?"
No one spoke until the Indian
on foot had reached within five
PAGES of Grover. He stopped, and
by this time the scout could see
that his gun was ready for ac-
ton although the Indian seemed
very nervous.
Grover still held his hands at
the sign of friend and then broke
the silence, speaking in the Chey-
enne tongue, 81 am a friend of
the Cheyenne. Why are you
afraid of me?" The riders came
in closer. They sat there silently.
as If they wanted him to say
more. Then Grover spoke agai1
Where is your Chief? Take me-
to him"
A rider directly in front OF
Grover spoke to the man on the
ground, Take his guns"
Grover was carrying a forty
five revolver on his belt and a
rifle under his left leg, plains
man style. The rifle was of 1910
caliber.
The man on the ground lower
ed his own gun at once, advanced
and relieved the scout of both
guns, then stepped back quickly.
After the disarming the six or
eight Indians began to yell and
crowd around. AS two grabbed
his horses head, one struck
Grover from behind, hitting him
over the head and shoulders with
a rifle barrel The blow did not
knock him unconscious tut the
blood flowed freely down the
back of his neck from a head
wound. He was jerked from his
horse and suffered a severe beat
inc hafara his cantnrS tied him