S H, J, FAMO OIAN IAVE KNO (XO. HOWARD lOR-GENERAL, FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN For many months there were battles battles battles ! " FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN BY MAJOR-GENERAL 0. 0. HOWARD U. S. ARMY WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY GEORGE VARIAN AND BY PHOTOGRAPHS NEW YORK THE CENTURY CO. 1908 Copyright, 1907, 1908, by THE CENTURY Co. Published September, 1908 THE DE VINNE PRESS V\ f\ I NJ IN HEARTY RECOGNITION OF THE SYMPATHY AND ASSIST ANCE RENDERED ME IN THE WRITING AND RE VIEWING OP THESE STORIES OF INDIAN CHIEFS, I DEDICATE THIS WORK TO MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW, MRS. HARRY S. HOWARD. HER SIMPLIFY ING WILL BE HELPFUL TO EVERY YOUNG READER M5751G9 CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I OSCEOLA 3 ii BILLY BOWLEGS AND THE EVERGLADES OP FLORIDA 19 m PASQUAL 38 iv ANTONIO AND ANTONITO 54 v SANTOS, AND ESKIMINZEEN THE STAM MERER 72 vi PEDRO THE IMITATOR, CLEAR-EYED Es- KELTESELA AND ONE- EYED MlGUEL A VISIT OF WHITE MOUNTAIN CHIEFS TO WASHINGTON 88 vn COCHISE, THE CHIRICAHUA APACHE CHIEF 112 vin MANUELITO : A NAVAJO WAR CHIEF . . 137 ix CAPTAIN JACK, CHIEF OF THE MODOC IN DIANS 149 vii CONTENTS CHAPTEE PAGE x ALASKA INDIAN CHIEFS: FERNANDESTE, SITKA JACK, AND ANAHOOTZ .... 166 xi THE GREAT WAR CHIEF JOSEPH OF THE NEZ PERCES, AND His LIEUTENANTS, WHITE BIRD AND LOOKING-GLASS . . 184 xii MOSES, A GREAT WAR CHIEF WHO KNEW WHEN NOT TO FIGHT 199 XIII WlNNEMUCCA, CHIEF OF THE PlUTES . . 207 XIV TOC-ME-TO-NE, AN INDIAN PRINCESS . . 222 xv MATTIE, THE DAUGHTER OF CHIEF SHENKAH 238 xvi CHIEF EGAN OF THE MALHEURS .... 259 xvn LOT, A SPOKANE CHIEF 278 xvm RED CLOUD 287 XIX SiTTING-BULL, THE GREAT DAKOTA LEADER 298 xx WASHAKIE, A SHOSHONE CHIEF, THE FRIEND OF THE WHITE MAN . . . .313 xxi HOMILI, CHIEF OF THE WALLA WALLAS . 322 xxii CUT-MOUTH JOHN 340 xxni GERONIMO, THE LAST APACHE CHIEF ON THE WAR-PATH 353 viii LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE For many months there were battles battles battles! Frontispiece Osceola 7 He drove his knife through and through the paper . . 14 Billy Bowlegs 22 Billy Bowkgs and his retinue 29 The soldiprs tried for a long time to drive the Indians from the hummock 36 Pasqual 43 Pasqual visits San Francisco 49 Louis, the interpreter 60 Look on the man you killed in battle many suns ago 68 Santos 75 The meeting of General Howard and Santos .... 83 Pedro 91 One-eyed Miguel 96 He turned a back somersault into the river 101 Eskeltesela 1Q 6 ix LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE He did not quite dare to shoot the representative of President Grant 123 To see them charging tcward us Avas enough to make our hearts beat fast 141 Captain Jack and his companions 151 The soldier and the Indian fired at the same instant . 162 Alaska totem poles 169 The Indian village at Sitka 176 A medicine-man of the Chilcat Indians 181 Chief Joseph in full costume 188 A portrait of Chief Joseph on birch bark. General Howard and his good friend, Chief Joseph . . . 195 He spread out his arms as a sign of peace 213 The Princess Sarah 227 An Indian horse-race 247 An Indian encampment 262 An attack on a Avagon-train by Eed Cloud s Sioux Avar- riors 289 Eed Cloud 295 He came out Avild Avith anger 309 He told me of his latest battle 318 Homili took off his tall hat and shook it at us . . . . 327 An Indian scout 345 We came in sight of the soldiers near Camp Bowie . . 359 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN i OSCEOLA I SUSPECT "Uncle Sam" was born July 4th, 1776. If so, he was still a young man, only twenty-eight years old, when Osceola came into the world. The Eed Stick tribe of the Creek Indians had a camp on the bank of the Chattahoochee. The water of this river is colored by the roots of trees, shrubs, and vines which grow along its sluggish current, 1 Of course General Howard never saw Osceola, for he was only a lad when the Seminole War was fought. But he heard many vivid accounts, at the time, of the bravery and skill of that fierce Indian warrior, and so a sketch of Osceola fitly opens the book. EDITOR. 3 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN and so it is very black. Osceola s mother, liv ing near this dark river, named her baby As- sa-he-ola, black water. Spanish tongues by and by shortened it to the beautiful and Latin- like name of Osceola. Osceola s mother was the daughter of a Creek Indian chieftain. His father is said to have been an Indian trader born in England. There were three children, two girls and the boy. Osceola s mother, the proud and high-tempered Indian princess, be came angry for some reason and taking her son went into the wilderness of southern Georgia and joined her own people, while the father took his two daughters and passed over to the far West. The princess taught Osceola both English and her own language, but she had come to hate the white people and did not fail to bring up her son with the same unkind feelings. After a time troubles arose between our white settlers and the Creek Indians in Geor- 4 OSCEOLA gia, and Uncle Sam sent General Jackson with an army to drive the Indians further South. At this time Osceola was only fourteen years old; yet he was so smart and so fierce that he became a leader of his people. Under him they fought hard, and were driven at last to the middle of Florida, where, not far from one of Uncle Sam s stockades, called Fort King, the tribe joined the Seminole Indians, who lived there. These Florida Indians, the Seminoles, were really a part of the Creek nation and spoke almost the same language. They soon became fond of Osceola, and as their head chief, Micanopy, was very old, in all fighting Osceola became the real leader. He had two under-chiefs, one named Jumper and the other Alligator. They were as fierce and hated the white people as much as he did, and enjoyed doing all he told them to do. As Osceola grew older he had a fine, manly bear- 5 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN ing and a deep, soft, musical voice. He quickly learned a new language, and he was very skilful in the use of the bow, though he liked better the white man s rifle with powder and ball. It is said he always hit what he aimed at. For fifteen years Osceola went from tribe to tribe and from chief to chief all over Flor ida and other states of the South, wherever he could find Indians. He always spoke against the white people, saying they were two-faced and would not treat the Indians with justice and mercy. I believe that Uncle Sam really had a good feeling for his red chil dren; but the white people were very few in Florida, and they were afraid of the Indians and wanted to send them away to the West. So they asked Uncle Sam to send his officers and agents to make a bargain with the red- men. This bargain came about and was called the "Treaty of Payne s Landing. " It was signed at Payne s Landing on the Ocklawaha 6 Osceola OSCEOLA Eiver May 9, 1832, by some of the Indian chiefs and by Uncle Sam s white officers and agents. It was agreed that all the Indians were to go far away beyond the Mississippi Eiver before the end of the year, and that Uncle Sam should give them $3000 each year and other things which were written in the treaty. Only a few of the Indians really agreed to go, and Osceola, now twenty-eight years old, was very much against giving away the Seminole country. He aroused the whole nation,, nine tenths of the head men were with him, and he gathered good war riors, divided them into companies and drilled them. Osceola called an Indian as sembly, and rising to his full height (5 feet 8 inches), took a strong bow in his right hand and an arrow in his left, and said, "I will not sign a treaty to give away the Indians land, and I will kill the chiefs or any follow ers who sign it. 9 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Two years passed, and then some Seminole chieftains, who had gone beyond the Missis sippi, returned. They reported against the removal of the Indians, and the Indian Agent called a meeting of well-known Indians and white men to talk it over. The old chief, Micanopy, spoke for the Indians, but Osceola sat near and whispered into his ear what to answer the Indian Agent. Micanopy was old and wanted peace. He, Jumper, Alligator, and others said they never meant to sign away their land, but only agreed to send some men to look over the new country before they decided what to do. The meeting became very excited, and at last Osceola sprang to his feet and defied the agent, saying in a taunt ing manner, Neither I nor my warriors care if we never receive another dollar from the Great Father. " The agent, spreading the treaty upon the table, remonstrated with Osceola, but the fierce chief drew his long 10 OSCEOLA knife from its sheath and cried: "The only treaty I will execute is with this," and he drove the knife through and through the paper into the table. Soon after this Osceola had an interview with Captain Ming of the Coast Survey near Fort King, but he declined every civility and said, "I will not break bread with a white man." A formal council was arranged, but here Osceola in a threatening manner seized a surveyor s chain and declared in a loud voice, "If you cross my land I will break this chain into as many pieces as there are links in it, and then throw the pieces so far you can never get them together again. The Indian Agent, in desperation, sent for Osceola and ordered him to sign the papers for transporting the Indians, but he answered, I will not. When told that GeneralJackson, the President, would soon teach him better, Osceola replied, "I care no more for Jackson than for you. 11 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN The Indian Agent knowing that Osceola stirred up his people, had him put in prison at the fort, but he escaped by making promises to his guards. As soon as he was free again he began to get his warriors ready for battle. He went from place to place very fast, hardly stopping for food, till he had a large number of braves gathered near Fort King. Their knives were kept sharp, but sheathed, and rifles were kept on hand with enough powder and balls. Five Indians who went to get food were caught and publicly whipped. Soon after, an Indian was killed ; then three white men were wounded and a white mail-carrier killed. The chief, Emaltha, who was friendly to the treaty, was assassinated. The war had begun. It was now 1836 and Osceola was thirty years old. Hearing that Major Dade, with 110 officers and men, was to pass along the military road from Fort Brooke at Tampa 12 He drove his knife through and through the paper OSCEOLA Bay, Osceo la sent Micanopy and Jumper with 800 of his warriors to wait in ambush for them. It was so well arranged that the whole command except three men were killed. These three men escaped to Tampa and told the terrible story. Osceola had himself re mained with a small force near Fort King, for he wished to kill the Indian Agent, his long-time enemy. Lieutenant Smith and the agent were walking quietly toward the sut ler s shop, a half mile from the stockade, when a number of Indians set upon them and both were killed. The agent was pierced by fourteen bullets and the lieutenant with five. The sutler and four others were killed, and the store and out-buildings burned. The fire gave the first alarm at the fort. In the mean time, Osceola s warriors under Micanopy and Jumper had been so prompt that the first battle was over before their leader joined them. Then the dreadful war went on. 15 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Osceola met General Clinch with 1000 regular soldiers at the crossing of the Withlacoochee Eiver. There were not a thousand Indians, but Osceola brought them into battle like an experienced general. His men followed his own brave example and fought with tiger-like ferocity. Osceola is said to have slain forty of our officers and men with his own hand. The Indians fought till their ammunition was gone, and then with bows and arrows and knives. After this, Osceola went through many battles, but he never despaired and never surrendered till the fearful battle came when the Indians were defeated by General Taylor. Then the waters ran with the blood of Uncle Sam s quarreling children and Osceola s men were scattered to the four winds. Even then Osceola would not have been captured but for an act of treachery. He was asked to come to a conference at a camp not far from St. Augustine. He came 16 OSCEOLA with some of his warriors, trusting to the word of the commander, but he and his com panions were at once surrounded and carried to St. Augustine as prisoners of war. Our officers said it was right to do this be* cause Osceola had not kept his promises in peace or war, but we do not like to think that the officers and agents of Uncle Sam broke their word, even if an Indian chief did not keep his. Though Osceola fought in the Indian way, and hated the treatment that the white people gave the Indians, still, we know he did not hate the white women and children, and constantly told his warriors to treat women and children with kindness. After he was taken to St. Augustine he was in a sad condition. His spirit was broken by defeat and imprisonment, and he grew feeble as he realized there was no escape. When he was taken to Fort Moultrie in Charleston Harbor he knew that he should never see his 17 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN own land again. Then he refused food, would see no visitors, and died, broken-hearted, after a short illness, aged thirty-three. He was a brave enemy, and respected as he had been by the Indian nation, his manly nature was too proud to be long under the control of the white man. 18 II BILLY BOWLEGS AND THE EVERGLADES OF FLOEIDA "T1TTATEBVLIET ABSENAL, near Troy, TT N. Y., is one of the places where Uncle Sam keeps his guns and powder, and as I was an ordnance officer, that is, an officer whose duty it is especially to look after the things to shoot with, I was on duty at that post when word came to me from Washington that the Indian chief, Billy Bowlegs, had broken out from the Everglades of Florida to go on the war-path, and that Uncle Sam wanted me to stop looking after guns in Watervliet, and to look after them in the South. Little John McCarty, the son of our housekeeper, brought the news in a big en- 19 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN velop to the stone house where we lived, and alhtough it was not long before Christmas, 1856, 1 had to leave the family, including a lit tle thick-necked, long-maned, hard-bitted Morgan pony, of which we all were very fond, for he had taken us up and down many a long hill. Saying good-by to my little boy, I told his mother, his grandmother, and my brother Charles to be sure and remind Santa Claus not to forget him on December 25th, and started for the South. It took eight days by train to reach Savan nah, Georgia, seven days by boat to Pilatka, and two days and nights in an old-fashioned stage-coach through palmetto roots and over sandy roads to Tampa Bay, Florida, where Fort Brooke, one of Uncle Sam s Army posts, was situated near the sea-shore. Here I was told that I must go farther, for General Har- ney was down the coast at Fort Meyers and he wanted to see me. Some soldiers rowed 20 -Billy Bowlees" BILLY BOWLEGS me out to a steamer which was lazily swing ing back and forth at anchor on the surface of the beautiful bay. It was freezing cold weather when I left Watervliet, but here the air was mild and pleasant, like our summer in the North. By the next morning the steamer was lying off the mouth of the broad Caloosa- hatchee River, which empties into the sea. The name of this river is half Indian and half Spanish. In English it means the Charles River, and its current is so strong that, al though we had eight trained oarsmen to row us, yet it took nearly all day to go the twenty- five miles from the mouth of the river to Fort Meyers, where General Harney was staying. Fort Meyers, like many of Uncle Sam s forts, is an army post with no fortifications at all. The barracks where the soldiers lived, and the officers houses, were built of logs, and so strong that it was thought they could be de fended against all the Indians of Florida. 2 23 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Here I met my general and learned something of the fierce Indian leader Billy Bowlegs, who kept a large part of Florida in a state of alarm for over a year. You remember the old chief of the Seminole Indians, Micanopy, and how Osceola sent him to waylay and fight Major Dade and our sol diers in the first real battle of that Seminole War? Micanopy had with him at that time his young grandson, who was about twelve years of age. This boy rode a small Florida pony on that eventful day, and when the bat tle began he led his pony behind a clump of earth and grass, called a hummock, and stretching the lariat, a slender hair rope, on the ground, the pony understood that he was meant to stand still. Then the boy took his bow and, stringing an arrow ready for use, lay down in the tall, thick prairie-grass near Micanopy. I suppose this boy s real name was Micanopito for that means the grand- 24 BILLY BOWLEGS son of Micanopy in Spanish but he began when he was so very young to ride astride big horses, and on top of such large bundles, that it made his legs crooked,, and his father, who knew a very little Spanish, nicknamed him Piernas Corvas, meaning bowlegs. When he grew up, Natto Jo, a man who was part Indian and part negro, called him Guiller- mito a las piernas corvas, meaning to say lit- *tle William Bowlegs ; but when Natto Jo came into our camp, and spoke of him by that name, the soldiers asked what it meant and turned it for themselves into Billy Bowlegs. This chief was thirty-two years old when he first led his warriors into battle. About 350 Seminoles refused to go West when most of the Creek Indians went to live in Indian Ter ritory after Osceola died, and it was these who followed Billy Bowlegs. He was a full- blooded Seminole, a perfect marksman, and his powers of endurance were as remarkable 25 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN as Ms ability to appear and disappear in the most unexpected manner. This was possible because he was so well acquainted with the Everglades, and never went very far from that region. The Everglades is the name given to a large, shallow lake in Florida about 160 miles long by sixty miles wide. It con tains many islands, some large and some small, but all covered with trees. The whole is very marshy and full of the intertwined roots of tree-trunks. Long streamers of moss hang from the trees, and while the Indians in their light canoes could push among the vines and thickets so that no trace or sign of them could be seen by a white man, it was impossi ble for the soldiers to follow them on horse back or on foot, for the water was up to a man s waist. The Indians hid their women and children in these Everglades, and scouts sent to hunt found no trace of them during a search of weeks and even months. 26 BILLY BOWLEGS As I listened to so much about Billy Bow- legs, I became very impatient to see him, and it seemed to me that the only thing which Uncle Sam could hope to do was to make peace with him and his warriors. The few Indians I saw seemed shabby enough in their tattered garments, for although each had been given a good blanket, they were untidy savages and always turned their eyes away. I asked sometimes, "Is Billy Bowlegs here!" But he was always somewhere else. In this last Indian war in Florida, Bowlegs had more warriors than horses, but in spite of his short, crooked legs he could go on foot through weeds and swamps faster than any other Indian. Once he took about 100 of his men on foot from the Everglades sixty miles to Lake Kissimmee to attack one of Uncle Sam s stockades, which was in charge of Captain Clarke. This stockade was made of small logs planted close to each other, deep 27 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN in the ground, so as to form a fence. Square holes, or "loopholes/ were left in this stock ade so that the soldiers could push their rifles through. Once in the early morning, while it was still dark, Captain Clarke thought he heard a noise outside of the stockade. He waked the soldiers at once, but although they looked very carefully, they could not see anybody outside and there was no more noise, but when the sun came up and it was light they saw the Indians all around. It was Billy Bowlegs and his followers. They gave a great war- whoop and rushed upon the stockade from every direction. The soldiers fired through the loopholes in the stockade and after a while the Indians, taking those who had been wounded with them, went about a mile away, where they hid in a large hummock. The sol diers followed and tried for a long time to drive the Indians from the hummock, but at 28 BILLY BOWLEGS last they gave it up and went back to the stockade. When General Harney heard of this he sent a hundred mounted soldiers to help those in the stockade, but by the time they arrived Billy Bowlegs and his warriors had left the hummock and were safe in the Everglades once more. About this time General Harney left Flor ida and Uncle Sam sent Colonel Loomis to try and overcome Billy Bowlegs. The first thing this officer did was to send many companies of soldiers in different directions toward the Everglades. One party came upon some In dians moving from hummock to hummock. There were men, women and children, and Billy Bowlegs was leading them. The mounted soldiers rushed upon these Indians and fired, killing some and capturing others, but their leader, Billy Bowlegs, made his es cape. When Colonel Loomis heard that some of the children had been wounded, he felt so 31 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN badly that he made up his mind to try another way to overcome Billy Bowlegs. He sent for me and told me to go into the Indian country and try to have a talk with the chief. Two companies of soldiers went with me and also an Indian woman called Minnie, to guide us. She took her child along. Natto Jo, the half- breed, went too, to speak for us to the Indians in their own language. Through forests and over prairie lands we went. One day, when we came to a beautiful open glade I rode with Lieutenant S. D. Lee some distance ahead of the main body of sol diers. As we were riding I turned to see the soldiers, but they were out of sight. I looked around to speak to my companion and to my astonishment saw the whole company, men, wagons, and horses, marching along in the sky above the horizon to my right. We hast ened on expecting soon to come to them, but just as we supposed we had reached them they 32 BILLY BOWLEGS disappeared. Such a wonderful picture is called a mirage, but so real did it seem that we could hardly believe it was only a re flection of the company, which was still far behind. All the journey the Indian woman had been so dirty that we thought her most unpleasing and savage, but when we stopped near Lake Okechobee she began to sing cheer ily. She washed her face and hands, combed her hair, and dressed herself and her child in respectable and clean clothing, which she had carried in a bundle, adding many beads and some wild flowers. We could hardly believe her the same person, but when I spoke to Xatto Jo of this wonderful change he said in his usual funny English : He 11 fool you and Natto Jo manana (to-morrow)." But we had to trust her, so we sent her with messages to Billy Bowlegs and she promised to come back soon with an answer. For a few days we waited near the lake, but she never 33 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN came and at last we went back as we had come. Yet I am sure that her visit did good and that she gave my messages to the chief, for while the Indians came out after this from the Everglades to seize supplies, as they could raise no grain during the war in their hiding- places and needed food, and while they at tacked small numbers of our soldiers now and then, still, when Johnny Jumper, the son of Osceola s old lieutenant, finally came on a visit from the Indian Territory with some other Indians, he learned from a warrior who had been wounded and captured at Lake Kis- simmee, that Billy Bowlegs would like to come and talk about peace, but he did not dare to do so. He was afraid that the white people would pay no attention to his flag of truce and might shoot him. Johnny Jumper was a friend to the white man, and when he heard this he took "Polly/ 7 a niece of Billy Bow- legs, with him and went straight into the 34 BILLY BOWLEGS Everglades to see the chief. They succeeded, and the result was that Colonel Loomis sent out a proclamation, saying that the Florida war was ended, and Billy Bowlegs, with 165 other Indians, went with one of Uncle Sam s army officers to "The Indian Territory" to live. Nearly all the Indians that were left followed the next year. Except for the chief, Sam Jones, who was too old to go, and a few of his followers, the Everglades was now empty; but Billy Bow- legs, firm and determined to the last, left his country and passed beyond the Mississippi to join his brother Serninoles in other lands. Yet his soul, undaunted, could not brook this change from the wild and free life of the Everglades, which he had always known, and in less than a year after his arrival in the new land he died, honored and praised, as always, by his own people. 37 Ill PASQUAL THE Yuma Indians of Colorado live on the banks of the Colorado or Bed River, which is very long and flows between high banks. In the Mohave country it passes through the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, a gorge quite as broad and as deep as the famous Yosemite Valley of California. After leaving the Grand Canyon, the red waters of the river flow through the most barren country of our land. Sometimes there is not one drop of rain for as much as three years, and the vast region is like the Desert of Sahara except right along the river banks. 38 PASQUAL The officers and soldiers at Uncle Sam s army post, which is called Fort Yuma, have made ditches from the river, and by watering the land it has become a real garden. They raise vegetables and have planted rows of trees which grow well, for the soil is rich when it is watered, but dry as a bone when left alone. There are wonderful magnolia trees here, high, with broad branches, the pure white blossoms looking like so many doves among the green leaves. The century plant and palmettos stand guard along the roadways within the stockade, and hedges of cacti form impassable barriers. Prickly pears and figs grow in abundance, and every thing is green and beautiful, but only because here water has been brought to land which was once called the American desert. The Indians knew long before Uncle Sam s soldiers came that water makes a wonderful difference in this country, so they clung to 39 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN the river, never moving far away from its banks, and for this reason are called Yumas, meaning Sons of the Kiver. When the tribe was large they cultivated the land along its banks, pine woods sheltered them, and they kept everything green while the river gave moisture to their land, so that things grew, which gave them food and sup port. Later, the tribe became small because so many had been killed in battle ; and then they were very, very poor. The men, it is true, needed little clothing, but what they had was in rags. They were tall, large, fine-looking men, but their hair was rough and coarse, un kempt, and falling loosely over their shoul ders. Some of the girls were good-looking, wearing fresh cotton skirts and many strings of beads, silver ornaments and thin shawls which they drew over their faces as the Mexi can women do when they are spoken to. They 40 PASQUAL pride themselves upon their fine beaded moc casins also. I first saw these Indians when President Grant sent me to see what could be done to make them more comfortable. When I reached Fort Yuma it was hard to believe that the country was such a desert as I had been told it was, for the fort was really an oasis. On my way to the place where I was to meet the Indians I passed through a Yuma village and saw women trying to cook over small sage-brush fires, using broken pots and kettles for boiling some poor vegetables. Children were playing on the high banks which overhung the river. Some had bows and arrows; some slings with which they were shooting pebbles as far as they could into the river below them. Their hair fell down like a pony s mane, floating over their backs and half covering their shoulders. They were without clothing, but I heard their ringing 41 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN voices, and they seemed as happy as other children. When I left the village I went by boat to the camp of the chief. It was like a poor gipsy camp, an irregular bivouac under some scrubby trees. A great many Indians, both men and women, had rowed over with us to join the Council, and it was a strangely mixed assembly. They clapped their hands and gave an Indian whoop as Captain Wilkin son and I sat down upon three-legged stools, made of pieces of plank a foot square. The chief, Pasqual, was about eighty years old. He was very tall and thin, his dirty, tat tered cotton shirt was open in front, exposing the bones of his chest. He wore no leggins, but some old moccasins on his feet guarded them from the thorny bushes. His gray hair was put back from his high forehead and reached to his shoulders. He received us with the dignity of a king, holding himself as straight as an arrow without a bend in neck 42 L PASQUAL or body, then sat upon a bench lower than ours. The interpreter, a merchant of the vil lage, who had acted as Indian agent for Pas- qual, knelt near me, and all the Indians clus tered around, while a dozen or more Mexicans and Americans took positions where they could see and hear. Perhaps because of my own rank and be cause I was a messenger from the President, this old chief seemed somewhat humbled as he sat upon that low rough bench and began the story of his life. He began, as Indians always do, with compliments, saying that it was kind of me to come and see such a poor Yuma chief, and that he heard very good things of President Grant, for the Indian agent said he was a true friend to his poor Indians. t i But I was not always poor, he said, and then went on with his story. He was born on the banks of the big, red river, but far from 3 45 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN this place. When he became a young man he learned to shoot with a long, tough bow, and had plenty of arrows in his belt. His father was killed on the Gila in a battle with the Tontos, and he was made war chief and 1 head chief" of the Yumas in his place. At that time the Yumas held all the land from Colorado to the great sea west and on this side north to the great bend of the Colorado Eiver. East, they reached as far as the Tonto-country. Then the white people came and fought with the Mexicans under Santa Anna, the man with one leg, and took California and the Yuma country on both sides of the Colorado Eiver. At this time the Yumas and the Mo- haves were one nation. All planted fields to gether and had enough food, but some sol diers and "white teachers" quarreled with the Yuma Indians. Suddenly the Indians were surprised by white soldiers, who came 46 PASQUAL upon them under a very fierce and terrible captain. 1 Pasqual got his warriors together and fought very hard. They drove the white men back many times, but the great captain had great guns and powder and balls, and the Indians had only spears and bows and arrows. Twenty-five years later I met this great captain of whom Pasqual spoke. He fought the Yuma nation and defeated them more than once in 1848. He told me that the right way to deal with the savage Indians was to fight them, fight them, fight them, till they gave up. Then they would always be good, peaceable Indians. He said that the Yuma Indians were often gigantic in size and could beat the soldiers skirmishing. They ran be hind rocks, logs, or knolls, and sometimes even came out boldly to face the regulars, but 1 Captain Heintzelman, later general in the Civil War. 47 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN they had only bows and arrows, knives and spears, while we had cannon and muskets. This may be one way to get the country, but I cannot think it the right or the best way. At any rate, Pasqual s warriors were killed and many more wounded and carried away prisoners by the great captain. Then the young chief s heart was broken, and he gave up the fight. The captain talked well, but after this the Yuma Indians grew poorer and poorer. Although they made ditches and tried to raise corn and vegetables and trade with soldiers, white men, and Mex icans, still they remained poor and sick. Now, the old chief had come to implore help for his children. He begged me to ask the President to give money for a big ditch to bring water to make the poor land better, and for more good land for the Yumas. Then, if they would let the bad Mexicans and white men alone and work on their own land, he 48 I iisqual visits San Francisco PASQUAL hoped the tribe would rise up again and be strong and happy. The old chief was greatly loved by his peo ple. I saw one little fellow about five years old run to him and look up in his face. The old Indian smiled upon the boy and ordered a woman near the shore to give him a piece of bread. The chief guessed the meaning of my questioning look and told me the little fel low s name, " Juanito." FOURTEEN years after this Council, Pasqual came to see me in San Francisco. He was one of the oldest Indians I have ever seen, about ninety-four years of age, but, if anything, brighter than when I visited him in Arizona. With him came a young Indian who spoke English and acted as his aide and interpreter, and this Indian was the boy Juanito. The aged chief had taken this long journey to ask me once more to help his children, the Yuma 51 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Indians. They did not want to be sent to live with the Mohave tribe, for these Indians, he said, did not like the Yumas and would not treat them well. After he had spoken for his people, who were always nearest his heart, he enjoyed looking at the new surroundings. Al though he was nearly one hundred years old he had never seen a large city before. How happy and childlike he was about it all ! To walk in the streets, leaning on the strong arm of Juanito, who was as curious and observing as he ; to watch the crowds of people and the many new and strange things ; but above all to ride up and down the hills on the cable- cars. He stood straight and tall before me as he said good-by and started back by a coast steamer. Then he went up the Colorado in a smaller boat, finally landing in safety on the east bank of his beloved Bed Eiver. Without Christian teaching, without read- 52 PASQUAL ing a book, only once visiting a large town, this dignified hero studied the wants of his people, fought their battles, behaved nobly under defeat, and was too noble ever to be completely crushed, though he lived for many years in neglect and extreme poverty. May this great son of the river, Pasqual, find his reward in the better land. 53 IV ANTONIO AND ANTONITO THE Pima Indians, who live on the banks of the Gila Eiver (pronounced in Span ish Heela), are the most civilized of any North-American Indians. They live in houses, manufacture useful articles, and are known for simplicity of character, peaceful- ness, and honesty. But they have had their wars. A battle took place near the "broad trail, " which is now sometimes called the Temple Eoad. Ursuth was the chief then, and he led his people against a band of 54 ANTONIO AND ANTONITO Apache Indians. The Pimas were far out numbered by Apache warriors, and yet many were killed on both sides, but, although Ur- suth received three wounds, he was able to keep the Apaches back till the Pima women and children had escaped and reached a place of safety. The Apaches always began the wars, but the Pimas were never slow to follow and fight them; they gained the advantage sometimes by making night attacks. They would come upon the Apaches with clubs and knives, and kill them in their sleep. Then, like all Indi ans, the Pimas would carry off as many cap tives as they could secure. These they sold in Mexico for sixty to one hundred dollars apiece, being paid in clothes or live stock. After a battle they would have wonderful dances to celebrate a victory. When Ursuth grew too old to lead the war riors, Antonio took his place and became the 55 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN war chief. Soon afterward there came a year when there was no food in all the Gila Valley, so the Pimas took their wives with them to the San Pedro Eiver. Here they made a camp for the women, and the men mounted the few Indian ponies and rode off in search of food. When they returned the camp and all the women were gone, for the wild Apaches had stolen in and taken everything. This was a fearful return, but Antonio lost no time ; he and his warriors did not rest till they had overtaken the robbers in the Sierra Mountains. Here they had a terrible battle, but the Pimas won, and rescued the women who had been taken captive. Later Uncle Sam had a fort near where the Pima Indians lived, and he sent General Alexander, one of his officers, to take care of it. After a while, in the year 1868, this officer was obliged to make war upon some Apaches, 56 ANTONIO AND ANTONITO for they were stealing- cattle and horses from the Pimas and white people. A hundred Pima Indians went with General Alexander and helped him make many charges over hills, rocks, and streams. Their wild ways and brilliant dresses delighted him during his great march into the mountains. The Pimas are proud of the fact that they have never killed a white man. They hate the Apaches and make war against them, but have always been the white man s friend. General Alexander and his wife were great friends of these Indians, but were sorry to see that they believed in many foolish things ; Antonio as well as all the rest. They tried to cure sick people by rapping on rude drums or shaking rattles day and night beside them. Some of the chief men of the tribe taught the warriors to get drunk at their feasts, and to play games which made it possible for a few Indians to gain all the property of the tribe. 57 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN They did all sorts of silly things, too, in time of famine, to bring food. The General often talked to Antonio and told him that there were good white people who lived far away in the East and that some day they would send a good man to live among the Pimas. He would not want their land or their money, but would come because he loved the Indians and wanted to do them good. What he told them would be the truth, and Antonio could trust him when he came. The chief listened. He believed and waited for the great teacher to come. Three years went by, then a German named Koch went to live in Arizona. He was a Christian missionary and he wanted to help the Indians. The Indian agent built a small school-house for him, and here he began to teach the Indian children. Louis, one of the boys, could speak Spanish, and with his help the children taught the Pima language to 58 Louis, tilt; interpreter ANTONIO AND ANTONITO their teacher. The German word Koch is the same as Cook in English, and Mr. Cook, as he was called, worked hard till he could speak Pima, while the Indian boys and girls learned to speak English, though so carefully did they follow their teacher that these children, born and brought up in America, spoke Eng lish with the same German accent that Mr. Cook had, though he was born far away in Germany. After this good man had learned to speak the Indian language he talked to the older In dians. The chief had been waiting for the coming of just such a teacher and he listened to what he taught, and profited by it. In 1872 some bad white men went to live on the banks of the Gila Eiver, above where the Indians had their homes. They dug deep ditches and drew away a large part of the river. Of course, their fields and gardens were well watered in this way, but they cut 61 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN off a great deal of water from the Indians, who depended upon water from the river to make things grow in that dry country, where hardly any rain falls. More than half the crops of grain and vegetables were lost in consequence, and the fruit-trees were nearly dead and could not bear fruit. Before these white men came the farms had been watered by ditches from the river which took water far up on to the land and then branched, so that water ran over each Indian s land and made the soil very rich. Some of the Indians were very angry and loudly complained, but these selfish white men only said: "The Pimas can not have the whole Gila ; if we are above them that s their bad luck. Some of the young Indians wanted to fight, and I was sent to see what I could do to arrange mat ters. When I first saw him, the chief, Antonio, was a lame old man, of medium height, with 62 ANTONIO AND ANTONITO a bright, intelligent face; his black hair, a little mixed with gray, hung in two short braids down his back. His forehead was clear and high, and his dark eyes, always gaz ing straight at you, were steady and search ing. With him was his son, Antonito, about twenty-five years old. He was stouter than his father, and kept his eyes always on the ground until we were better acquainted, when he would look into my face. We met in the office of the Indian agent, Mr. Stout; and Mr. Cook was there with Louis to help as interpreter. Mr. Cook told Antonio who I was. He said he would like to show me his house, so we walked three or four hundred steps to Antonio s house. It was like a big beehive outside, of rounded form and twenty or thirty feet across. The roof seemed to be made of hard clay such as is called by the Spanish word adobe. One side was square, and a door about four feet 63 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN high and three feet across opened into it. As we entered after Antonio we stepped down two feet to the floor of hard sand and clay. On one side blankets were rolled up and placed against the wall. Saddles, guns, and belts hung opposite, and between were benches and some two or three Indian dogs. The Pimas have always lived in villages and built this kind of house, not as do other In dians, who live in tents. We talked a while but did not stay, for without any window or chimney the smell and smoke were too much for a white man to stand very long. On our way back to the office we often stopped to look about us and I saw that the Gila was a very strange river. It flows rapidly along on its way to the Colorado for some distance, then the water suddenly disappears and only a river bed filled with sand is seen, the surface of which is usually dry and white. A little farther on the water appears again. I 64 ANTONIO AND ANTONITO thought at first there must be a channel be neath the sand and that the water followed on underneath, but our engineer told me that the sand, like a sponge, takes up the water of the Gila for a short distance in several places before it reaches the Colorado Eiver. After our first talk Antonio opened his heart to me. He to]d me that wicked men had led his young people away and taught them bad ways. He said his people had been on the war-path in the past, but that they loved best to cultivate the land, raise fruits, and be at peace. Some of our young men," he said, "now want to fight these bad white men who steal our water. Louis and Anto- nito think that way,, but Mr. Cook says no. He is our teacher. The children have been to school to him and as soon as he knew our language he told them everything, about the President, the United States Government, and many other things. They have told me. 65 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Some time after this, a hundred miles west of Antonio s village, I gathered part of five tribes of Apaches, two tribes of the Pueblos (those Indians who live in houses), many Mexicans, white citizens, and some American soldiers. This was to be a great peace meet ing, and I wanted Antonio, who was my friend, to come and tell the other Indians about me. But he was too old and lame, so Mr. Cook and Louis came, and Antonio, the chief of the Pimas, sent his son, Antonito, to the council in his place. He said his son would soon have to speak everywhere for the tribe and i might as well begin now. At the end of the council the old enemies, Apaches and Pimas, embraced each other, while tears of joy ran down their cheeks. One strong active warrior said to Louis: "Look on the man you killed in battle many suns ago." It was indeed an Indian Louis had left for dead on the battle-field, and seeing 66 " Look on thoinan von killed in but tic manv suns ago " ANTONIO AND ANTONITO him he was greatly frightened, for he was very superstitious. But when he realized that this man was quite alive they embraced each other in promise of future good fellow ship. Later Antonito went with me to New York and Washington with a party of ten Arizona Indians, and the new and startling experi ences did much to bind them forever to the interest of this great peace. I made a second trip to Arizona later and on my way north visited the old Chief An tonio. Mr. Cook and Louis with Antonito had returned safely from the East, and Antonio never tired of hearing about the marvels they had seen and heard. When I left with Antonio s consent and Antonito s encouragement, I took two Indian lads with me, intending to place them in school. At first they were pleased with the idea of going where Antonito had been, and 69 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN of seeing the wonderful things he talked about, but when we reached a stage station beyond Marecopa Wells the boys were so frightened and homesick that they cried aloud. The interpreter could not quiet them, but a rough woman in the station, who had said she hated Indians and believed they should all be killed, was so very sorry for the boys that she began to cry too and begged me not to take the children away. I sent the lads back to Antonio by the interpreter, but a few years later Antonito brought these same boys with some others, including his own son, to the school at Hampton, Virginia, and stayed with them there for about a year, learning all that he could. He was very lonely so far away from his own people, and was delighted when he found out that my son, whom he had seen in Arizona, was on duty at Uncle Sam s great fortification called Fortress Monroe, which was less than ten miles from Hampton. 70 ANTONIO AND ANTONITO Often Antonito would walk all the way over and sit near Lieutenant Howard s quarters, waiting to catch a glimpse of him. He did not always speak, but took a good look and went away with a contented and satisfied ex pression on his face, just because he had seen this old friend. Ursuth,, very old, was still living when I first visited the Pimas. Antonio never learned to speak English, but learned some thing new every day, for Mr. Cook taught the children and they told him. Antonito saw much more of the world than the chiefs who went before him, but like them he loved those who were his friends, and the friends of his people, and was always true to them. 71 SANTOS, AND ESKIMINZEEN THE STAMMERER FAE away near the Aravipa Eiver in Arizona, one of " Uncle SamV young officers rode at the head of a company of sol diers. They had marched eighteen miles al ready in a deep ravine, the bottom of which was filled with coarse sand. In the rainy sea son this ravine was filled with water, but now it was what the Mexicans call a dry arroyo, for there had been no rain for many weeks. Just at the mouth of this arroyo was the Ara vipa Eiver, coursing serpent-like across their path. It was not very broad nor very deep, but they were glad to see even a little water. 72 SANTOS AND ESKIMINZEEN The march had been a hard one. Every step in the sand was like walking in loose snow, and the mules which drew the baggage wagons were tired and did not want to go. At sight of the Aravipa Eiver flowing along between bright green cottonwood trees, the mules began to bray loudly and to pull hard to get their noses into the stream. The sol diers broke ranks and ran up the river, each to get a good drink of clear water and fill his canteen. A short way beyond was a beauti ful grassy meadow, and hera the little com pany pitched their tents, naming their camp for the great leader who had become our President Camp Grant. Now, six miles away from the cottonwood trees where the soldiers crossed the Aravipa Eiver there was a deep cut or canyon. It was steep and high and rocky on one side, but so sloping on the other as to make a nice, safe sleeping-place for a tribe of Indians. Here 73 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN were beautiful springs of fresh water ; the air was warm and the Indians made warm houses for themselves. First, they dug hollow places in the ground, lined with soft leaves or deer skins, and then protected these hollows from the sun by bushes or leafy branches laid across scrub trees, which grew to a consider able size on the cross ridges running to the bottom of the canyon. This tribe of Indians is called "Aravipa Apaches," and if the young officer had be lieved the reports he had read in the news papers or heard from rough Mexicans he would have supposed them thieves and rob bers. But he had not believed these stories, for he was a strong friend to the Indians, and when he was sent to protect the Indian Agent, who was afraid to live alone among them, so far from any soldiers, he made up his mind to find out what was the real truth. As soon as the camp was in order, he took a 74 Santos SANTOS AND ESKIMINZBEN guard of six men with him and went to an old frame building a quarter of a mile down the river. This was the Indian Agency. Of course, the Agent could not speak Apache, so he had a queer-looking little man, half Mexi can, half Indian, to act as interpreter. This queer little man looked like a dark-skinned boy of twelve or thirteen, but had the husky voice of an old man, and was probably about twenty-five years old. He was called Concep- clon. When the young officer reached the Agency, instead of fearing to meet the Indians as the Agent had done, he told Conception to go into the canyon and ask the present chief of the Indians to come to the Agency for a talk. Concepgion said the old chief was Santos, but Eskiminzeen, his son-in-law, was the real chief. He would bring them both. True to his word, Concepgion returned with the two chiefs within two hours. Santos was a thick- 77 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN set, short-necked man, not very tall, but with a finely shaped head. His straight black hair was parted in the middle and cropped all around, so that the ends just touched his shoulders. He wore a common waistcoat over a poor shirt, open at the throat. A strip of cotton was around his waist, like a short skirt, and he had low beaded moccasins on his feet. Two strings of bright beads hung around his neck. The young officer took quite a fancy to him at once, in spite of this queer costume, for his eyes were mild and dark and looked friendly. Eskiminzeen, Santos s son-in-law, had his hair in two long braids and was fully dressed in skins. He wore rings in his ears and a string of silver coins and little shells around his neck. In his hand was a small shawl, which he sometimes wrapped like a turban round his head. At first, the young officer tried to talk 78 SANTOS AND ESKIMINZEEN through Conception to Eskiminzeen, but the chief was a stammerer and stuttered so badly that it was very hard to understand him, and at last Conception gave it up. "Sir Lieutenant, " he said, "Eskiminzeen no talk good, me no savey!" (I don t under stand.) * * Try Santos, said the young officer. The chief raised his eyes and gazed stead ily at the lieutenant, while he answered ques tions which were given through the inter preter. He said that for a long time lie was head chief of the Indians who now lived in Ara- vipa Canyon. They planted lands then, loved peace, and did not go on the war-path. When Tontos or Sierra warriors came, they fought them and drove them off, but they loved peace and when the enemy was beaten planted corn and other things once more. Then they hunted for deer and other game, 79 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN stripped and dried the meat for food; gath ered corn and did not go on the war-path. When Santos grew old he made this young Indian, Eskiminzeen, chief. It was he who brought Santos and the Aravipa Indians to this valley and to the canyon. Santos said it was a good place, a good house, and all the tribe had come. They had done no harm. Eskiminzeen never began a war, nor did he steal horses or cattle, or rob and kill white people. They intended to live quietly and happily, but one night the men had a big dance. They were so tired that they went to sleep where they had danced. The women and children went to sleep a short distance away from the men. While they were all asleep, before the sun was up, a big company of white men and Mexicans came up and fired their guns right at the women and children. Some were killed. Little boys and girls were hurt very badly, and a few of those that were 80 SANTOS AND ESKIMINZEEN hurt, with many more who were well, no mat ter how loud they cried, were seized by the white warriors and carried far away. Eskiminzeen and the Indians did not fight ; they knew it was no use, so they ran into the Aravipa Canyon, where the deep gulf and high rocks protected them, and the white men did not follow. After the young officer had listened to San tos he began to see what bad stories had been told about these Indians, so he had all which Santos said written down and sent it to Washington. President G-rant, you know, was always a great friend of the Indians, and when he read what Santos had said he sent me to Camp Grant to try to bring about a good peace between these Indians and the white people. When I arrived so many more soldiers and officers had been sent to Camp Grant that houses had been built and it was quite a big 81 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN army post. I first went to visit Chief Eski- minzeen and Santos with Concepgion. It was hard riding, and ConcepQion went ahead of me, shouting: "All right, all right, bueno Generale ! Under the shady cottonwood trees, where the arroyo and the river cross each other, I met white men and Mexicans (who brought many of the children taken away in the one sided battle) and many Indians. Santos be came my devoted friend and helper. I told him that we had the same Great Father, so we must be brothers, and he took my hand and gave me his heart. The great question was what to do with the captive children. The white people and Mex icans said it was much better for the children to stay with them in their Christian homes, but the Indians said : They are our children and we love them and want them with us. " After many councils, I told them that the question 82 The meeting of General Howard and Santos SANTOS AND ESKIMINZEEN must be settled by President Grant in Wash ington, and that in the meantime the children should stay at Camp Grant. Here the Indi ans could come and see them, and if the white people wanted to they might also visit and talk to them. This pleased everybody and all were satisfied. Santos took a small, hard stone and laid it before him on the level ground, saying: "As long as this stone shall last, there will be a good peace and no one will go on the war-path any more. Then the Indians, Mexicans, and white people em braced each other and there was great joy. Santos always carried with him a small book which I had given him. Of course, he could not read a word of it, but he never lay down to sleep without putting it under his head. He was the first Indian who agreed to go with me to Washington. At Santa Fe he was dressed like a white man, and from there we 85 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN traveled many miles. Santos was deeply in terested in everything he saw. The White House and the President made his heart beat faster. He was more silent than General Grant himself, but with beaming face he gazed upon the great leader as long as he could, and carried back to Eskiminzeen and his Indians an impression which he only could tell them about. We traveled back by train to Pueblo, in Colorado. Then by an old-fashioned four- horse stage-coach to Santa Fe, and by horse back to Camp Apache. Here I left him, and my son, Guy Howard, then but sixteen years old, took a guard of soldiers and escorted him over the rough mountain trail to Camp Grant. As Santos and Conception slowly rode through the Aravipa Canyon they were met with a shrill cry of joy. The cry echoed and reechoed from hilltop to hilltop for miles and miles, and must have reminded many of the 86 SANTOS AND ESKIMINZEEN time before when, hardly knowing what to expect, I entered the canyon and Conception, going before, cheered my heart with his high, shrill shout of "All right, all right, bueno Generale ! 87 VI PEDEO THE IMITATOR, CLEAR-EYED ESKELTESELA AND ONE-EYED MIGUEL A VISIT OF WHITE MOUNTAIN CHIEFS TO WASHINGTON YOU remember the great peace meeting near Camp Grant, where the Indian children were given back, and how old Santos put the white stone down and said that as long as it lasted there would be no war. After this the Indians were very friendly to the white man, and so it seemed a good time for some of the Indian chiefs to go East and visit the great Chief in Washington. Just about one month after the great peace meeting the young Pima chief, Antonito, his friend Louis, who spoke some English, and 88 PEDRO, ESKELTESELA AND MIGUEL Mr. Cook, the good Indian teacher, joined old Santos of the Aravipa Apaches, who came with his interpreter, Conception, to meet them near the crossing of the Aravipa Eiver. Then they all rode on horseback to a field just south of Camp Grant, and here I met them. Captain Wilkinson, my aide, was with me, and we had a mounted escort of a sergeant and six soldiers. We were to go one hundred miles over a very rough, steep mountain trail to Camp Apache near the eastern border of Arizona, but we could take no wagons, so all our luggage was on four strong pack-mules. When we started I rode a large gray horse named Frank. He looked very fine indeed, but one of the officers at Camp Grant told me to be careful and not trust too much to ap pearances, for Frank was not used to long journeys as the mules were, and he was likely to grow lame on the stony road, or fag out. I patted the beautiful creature and we started 89 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN off, but I had hardly ridden twenty miles be fore Frank, beautiful as he was, gave out en tirely. He was too weak for me to ride him any further, so I left him with a soldier to be slowly led to the nearest army station, and was glad indeed to take the soldier s mule for the rest of the journey. We camped two nights beside good water, and found plenty of wood near by, and on the third morning our queer-looking cavalcade rode out of the surrounding forest into a beautiful mountain glade. A small river tum bled over the rocks and then cut its way through a deep and peaceful channel. The dark green of spruce- and pine-trees was around us, making a delightful spot in the great wilderness, which, toward the north and east, seemed endless. Among these sur roundings we found a regular frontier army post, large enough for six companies of sol diers and their officers. This was Camp 90 Pedro PEDRO, ESKELTESELA AND MIGUEL Apache. You may be sure that we were warmly welcomed, and every One tried to make us comfortable. When we were rested Major Dallas, the commanding officer, told me about the Indian tribes here. There were three bands, all Apaches. The nearest band, about one thousand strong, was only a few miles to the east. Pedro was their chief. Eskeltesela was the chief of another band. He was old and easy-going, but a good soul. His people quarreled some with their neigh bors, Major Dallas said, but on the whole gave little trouble. About twelve miles away to the south was still another band, eight hun dred strong. This was under a chief whom the white men called One-Eyed Miguel, be cause he had only one eye. These chiefs, the Major said, were formal and ceremonious, and had plenty of complaints to make, so I might expect to have a visit from them as soon as they knew I was at Camp Apache. 93 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN And it was not long before they came. Pedro looked like a spare-boned, hard-working Yankee farmer, and tried to dress like a white man, for he had one white man in his band. Eskeltesela was handsome, with fine features and large, clear eyes. He dressed like a Mexican. After he had paid the usual com pliments, he told me that his children had tried always to do good, but they were often hungry and wanted bread and some meat. Last came One-Eyed Miguel. He was the biggest chief of all, and indeed was worth seeing. He was very tall, his hair hanging loose, long, and unbraided. He seemed to be watching all the time with his one eye, and he was always smiling. Evidently, come what might, he intended to be agreeable. Conception interpreted and told me that Miguel was glad to see "Washington Big Chief "; did I know that the Sierra Apaches came to the good Major now for food, but 94 PEDRO, ESKELTESELA AND MIGUEL they had been hungry so long that if you touched them their sharp bones hurt you. They had good corn on their farms, too, only it was not ripe yet. I listened to what Miguel had to say, and then I asked him if he would go East with me. He thought about it for some time and then said that he would go. At this time, as Miguel had told me, all the Indians came once in two weeks to Camp Apache for food, and when they came Miguel took me to see his family. His wife and chil dren crowded around me and smilingly begged me to take good care of Miguel and bring him back safely, and his wife said to me: "Whisky bad for Miguel, no let him drink. " It was a good suggestion, and I pledged all the Indians who went with me not to drink any liquor while they were gone. Indians are very careful always to keep a promise, and every one kept the pledge faith fully. 97 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Eskeltesela s wife shed tears at the pros pect of his going so far away, but old Santos told her I was a great chief and would bring Eskelt back safely, so she was comforted. Pedro would not promise to go at first, but he brought the white man who lived with his band to see me. This man was well edu cated, but he suffered from a fearful disease, so he left his own people to live among the Indians, and carefully taught the tribe and Pedro many useful things. He could act as interpreter, and after we had spoken together he told Pedro to go to Washington with me, and quieted the family who were afraid, till they said: "Go with the Tatah (Father) and come again." About noon on the day of departure we drew out of Camp Apache. There were eight Indian chiefs beside Louis, Conception, Cap tain Wilkinson, Mr. Cook, and myself, who, with the soldiers, made twenty-six in all. We 98 PEDRO, ESKELTESELA AND MIGUEL had two army wagons and one spring wagon, the latter driven by a man called Jeems. Nearly all of us rode horses or mules, but any one who was tired could ride in the spring wagon. The first day we made ten miles in woods all the way over a good, level road, and at night camped by a stream where I saw plenty of nice dry wood. When we were settled I proposed to the chiefs that we have a good fire, and asked them to help me gather some wood. Then how Miguel laughed! He told Conception to tell me that no big chiefs hauled wood, and sat down, still smiling at what he thought a great joke. Then I told Concepgion to tell me that no big chiefs chief as he was, and, calling Captain Wilkin son, we began to draw the dry branches. Laughing all the time, Miguel told the other Indians to come and help. They helped us draw large branches for the fire and never 99 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN again refused to work when it was necessary. The next day we traveled thirty miles and left the forest behind us, but at night our camp was beside some cottonwood trees. The Indians led us to a good spring and as the next day was Sunday I decided to spend it here. When Miguel heard this, he rode to me on his Indian pony, and laughing, said: " I go to my house. Louis told me that the chief wanted something, but added, as he saw him ride off across the broad prairie: "No more Miguel." Two days passed! On Tues day when we had about given him up, I spied a single horseman loping along toward us from the northwest. It was Miguel ! He had kept his word to the Tatah, and was ready to go on. The next Sunday we encamped beside a small river, but the water was so mixed with clay and sand that we could not make it clear. The animals would not drink, and every one 100 PEDRO, ESKELTESELA AND MIGUEL begged to go a few miles further to the Rio Grande and cross to the town of Albuquerque. I was about to do this when Captain Wilkin son, who had been roaming about, found a spring of good, clear water, so we remained. It was here that Louis became very angry over something and Mr. Cook told him that he was no Christian. Louis felt so badly about this remark that he came to me and asked if he might go back home, but I ex plained to him that Mr. Cook only wanted to help him to act as a Christian, and he was happy again. After this I often rode beside Jeems in the spring wagon. He talked all the time, and his local knowledge of robberies and massacres was wonderful; but it was very sorrowful, for while he told me the most thrilling stories of highwaymen, all the tales were very sad. I never heard him tell one cheerful story. He would wait till we were passing some lonely place and then would tell 103 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN the sorrowful story of a robbery which had taken place there, till I almost expected to see the robbers rush out. For this reason we called him "Dismal Jeems." He had a hard time with his mules, for he could not reach those ahead with his whip, and one of them, "Lucy," would sway back in the harness and refuse to pull, just as if she knew. I gath ered a handful of pebbles and, whenever she lagged, tossed one and hit her on the back. Then she would start up and was as smart as the rest. I believe Lucy thought the driver did this, and made up her mind to have re venge. When we reached the Eio Grande the water was high and rushed along. We pulled the raft ferry-boat a mile up the stream and loaded it so as to shoot across diagonally with the current to an island near the Albu querque shore. All of us were aboard except Dismal Jeems and the Indians. Jeems 104 Eskeltosela PEDRO, ESKELTESELA AND MIGUEL jumped on the raft and landed just about three feet behind Lucy s slender tail. Her time had come! Quick as a flash her small hind feet struck him in the chest and with such force that he turned a back somersault into the river and disappeared beneath the water. We caught him when he came to the surface and brought him aboard, but he was wet and groaning. I confess I was frightened myself, for the river was rushing along very rapidly, but the Indians could hardly contain themselves as they sat on the bank. They were doubling up and rolling on the ground with laughter, crying out: "Jondaisie no bueno," "That mule no good." At Santa Fe we left our escort horses and wagons to the Indian Agent and garrison, and now, dressed in good civilian clothes, took the four-horse stage for Pueblo. On the way I happened to speak of the earth as round, and when the Indians heard me they begged that 107 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN I would not say so, for people would think I was troubled with bad spirits; no one with sense could think the earth was round. They hardly knew what to say when I told them I knew a white man once who sailed in a ship all the way around it. How surprised they were over all the new things they saw. I watched when they first saw a railway, a train of cars, a telegraph line, a tunnel or a bridge ; sometimes they were breathless and full of fear, at other times they showed great joy. Once Eskeltesela said to me: "You think Indians all bad; look in my eyes and see if you see any bad." And indeed I did not as I looked into his frank, open face and bright, clear eyes. Miguel carefully counted all the mountain peaks as we traveled, that he might surely be able to find his way back, but as the train rushed on he became more and more discour aged and at last he told me he had given it 108 PEDRO, ESKELTESELA AND MIGUEL up. He had trusted me to come, and would trust me altogether now. In New York I bought Miguel a glass eye. It was so much like the other eye that it was hard to tell which was which. The doctor told him to take it out and wash it now and then, but Miguel said: "No, no. Whoever heard of a man taking out his eye. He was very proud of this new eye, and had Louis write and tell his people that when he came home he would have two eyes instead of one. In Philadel phia I took the Indians through the large prison, and they saw the warden shut all the cells and close the bolts from a central sta tion. They went along the halls and looked through the gratings. At last Miguel took me aside and said: "Do you think there is one innocent man in here ? "Why?" I asked. "Because I was once in prison at Santa Fe for a whole year, and I had done no wrong. 109 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN If there is one man here who is innocent I want to speak to him. I told him that every man had had a fair trial, and then he was satisfied. In Washington we went to see the home where children who are deaf and dumb are taught to read and write, and to speak. Here the Indians were very happy. Miguel began by making rabbits with his hands and was de lighted when the children understood what he meant. One after another the chiefs began to tell stories in the sign language, and al though they could not make the white man understand in English, they could, strange to say, tell wonderful stories of animals and forests, streams and prairies, to the deaf and dumb children. Here in Washington these " American chiefs" saw the " Great American Chief," our President, and then we started back once more for the West. At Camp Apache all the 110 PEDRO, ESKELTESELA AND MIGUEL Indians gathered to greet Pedro, Eskeltesela, and One-Eyed Miguel, and to rejoice over their safe return. I never saw more signs of real joy as they flocked around them, but One- Eyed Miguel was One-Eyed Miguel no longer, and all were curious to catch a glimpse of this ever-smiling Indian chief who came back from the white man s country with a new eye. Ill VII COCHISE, THE CHIRICAHUA APACHE CHIEF ONCE upon a time, far away in New Mexico, an Indian tribe lived on a large stretch of land near a place called Tule- rosa. They had not always lived there, but now the white men said they must stay there and nowhere else, for there was much land, many trees, and plenty of water. But the ground was really too poor for the Indians to plant, and they said the water made the chil dren sick. The chief of this tribe, the Mescalero Apaches, was Victoria, a good man who was troubled for his people. He knew they were 112 COCHISE, THE APACHE CHIEF discontented and wanted to go on the war path and that it was better for them to keep peace. Now not far away from Tulerosa Uncle Sam had an army post where some soldiers lived who believed that the Indians had good reason to be unhappy. They thought about it awhile and then wrote down all they had heard the Indians say and sent it in a letter to President Grant at Washington. Presi dent Grant wanted everybody in the whole country to be happy, so he decided to send some one out to Tulerosa to see just what the matter was and what could be done. I was very busy just then in Washington, but the President sent for me and told me not to wait a minute, but go right out to New Mexico and find out about things; so, of course, I went. After I arrived the very first Indian I saw was the chief, Victoria. He had been trying 113 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN his best to keep peace but there were Indians on the war-path near by, who made it just as hard for him as they could, and among these Cochise, the chief of the Chiricahua Apaches, was the most warlike. He had been fighting for many years, tak ing prisoners from the long wagon-trains that passed by, burning the wagons, and driving off the horses and mules quite like an old German robber baron. He lived in a stronghold, a great fortress among the rocks, Vay up in the Dragoon Mountains, and from here he attacked stages until none could go along the highways or on any road near where he lived. He never took prisoners. No, indeed; he killed all the white people he came across, and had never spared one, except a man the In dians called Taglito, which means Bed Beard. His real name was Jeffords, and he was a white guide. How he alone came to be spared 114 COCHISE, THE APACHE CHIEF nobody knew. Of course, there could never be peace till Cochise agreed to it, so I told Victoria I had made up my mind to try and see this powerful warrior. Victoria was hor rified. He seemed to think this out of the question, for no white man had ever seen Cochise and lived, except this same scout, Captain Jeffords. But where there s a will there s a way, and I did not give up, and kept at Victoria to help me. At last he said there was one Indian who might help me. This was Chie, the son of Mangus CpjbradojURed Sleeve), a brother of the warlike Cochise. Chie s father, Red Sleeve, was killed by the white men when Chie was a tiny boy, so I could not expect much i \ help from him, but it was worth trying and Victoria brought him to see me. He was a fine-looking young Indian, dressed in deer skin from head to foot, but with no cap, for his own thick black hair was cap enough. 115 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN To my surprise I found him inclined to be friendly, and he spoke so much of Jeffords and the love of his Uncle Cochise for the scout, that I decided to see the famous Tag- lito. He was out just then acting as a guide to a troop of soldiers, but the next day would return, and then I could see him. As soon as he arrived the commanding of ficer sent him to me, and when he entered my tent I did not wonder that he was called " Captain. " He was very tall and fine look ing, with clear blue eyes and a long bright red beard. I said to him : i 4 They tell me that you have really been up in the Dragoon Mountains in the stronghold of the famous Apache chief - Cochise?" "Yes, sir," he replied, "I have! Some people doubt it, but I assure you I made the old chief a visit last year. "You are the first man," I said, "who has 116 COCHISE, THE APACHE CHIEF been able to get beyond his Indian spies. I want to go to see him ; will you take me 1 " Jeffords looked very steadily into my face with his fearless eyes and then he said : Yes, General Howard, I will ; but you must go with out any soldiers." "All right/ I said, "get ready to start as soon as you can." Now Jeffords never hurried, he went to work very quietly and soon had done what was necessary. The next day he had a talk with Victoria and Chie and then came to see me again. He told me the first thing to do was to go with a few chosen Indians right out of our way back to the Eio Grande Eiver. This seemed very funny to me, but Jeffords said that Victoria wanted very much to show General Howard his beloved country, Can- yada Alamosa, and it would not do to disap point him, for we needed his help very much and must keep him in good humor. Chie 117 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN promised to go with us to see his Uncle Cochise if I would give him a horse, and his wife, who stayed behind, a horse too. Again I said :" All right. " Jeffords thought that we could find Ponce, a friend of Cochise, not far from Canyada Alamosa, with his band of Indians. He was a wild fellow, but he could interpret from Spanish into Apache to perfection, and, be sides, Cochise always believed what he said. The next morning Victoria was ready to lead us with a small band of his men over the one hundred miles to the Eio Grande. Here he showed me the Canyada Alamosa and the ojo caliente (hot spring), where his tribe used to live. How they loved their old home ! Would I not beg Uncle Sam to let them come back from Tulerosa and live once more in their own home land? Indeed, I was glad to promise to do what I could, and then I said good-by to the chief and his Indians. We 118 COCHISE, THE APACHE CHIEF must find Ponce. Jeffords and I were some distance ahead of our few followers when we came to the edge of an immense ravine. The Rio Negro (or Black River, because the water is so dark) flowed at the bottom. Along the banks of this river the farmers had planted corn and about three miles away we could see Ponce and his band helping themselves freely to the ripe ears. We rode as fast as we could till we were right in the midst of the Indians and then Jeffords, seeing that several were sitting in a circle playing games, sat down among them. I found some small boys a few steps away and began to amuse them, while the women watched with their eyes cast down as they worked over their pots and kettles or roasted the ears of green corn. By and by we told Ponce what we wanted and asked him to go with us as a guide and interpreter. He agreed to go if we would arrange to let his people meanwhile camp near a country store 119 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN and be supplied from the store with food. Ponce was given a good horse, but he gave it to his wife and came to me for another. Now I had no more horses, so I told him he would have to ride behind on my horse. Sometimes I said he could ride, sometimes I would. With this arrangement he was per fectly satisfied, and, a party of nine men, we started for the border of Arizona, nearly 300 miles away. Ponce was a fat, good-natured, lawless fellow, lazy in camp, but capable of great endurance, of intense energy on the hunt for game and tireless when on the march. One day Ponce and I were riding quietly, his arms around me from behind, when he saw a deer track. At once he was alert, threw him self to the ground and, rifle in hand, pressed the deer till he had him caught in a thicket. I heard just one shot and then Ponce came back to the road with the deer swung over his shoulders. 120 COCHISE, THE APACHE CHIEF We came, after a while,, to a place called Silver City. It was only a little town, but there was a hotel where we could spend the night. After we had settled down some one told me that the people who lived in Silver City did not like Indians, and that they were going to take Ponce and Chie in the morn ing and kill them. When I knew this was true I told nobody but very early in the morn ing we all got up and were far away from Silver City long before the people who lived there were awake. Now there was one white man who hated Indians more than any one else in Silver City because some bad Indians had killed his brother. Well, he said that he would never be happy till he had killed an Apache, so he managed to get in front of us on the road. He was very angry when he saw us, and pulled out his gun ready to fire at Ponce and Chie. We were all on horse back, and when this bad man rode forward, 121 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN pointing his gun at the Indians, I believe I was angry too. Anyway, I turned my horse so that I was between the gun and our Apache guides. "Man," I said, "shoot them, if you please, but you 11 have to shoot me first." This made him more angry than ever, but I think he must have been a coward at heart, after all, for he did not quite dare to shoot the rep resentative of President Grant, and so he turned his horse and rode away; but Ponce and Chie never forgot. At last we reached the Mogollon mountain range. Here Chie ran ahead of us and started nine fires, far enough apart so that anybody up in the wooded heights could see the smoke and count them. It meant that we came in peace and that there were nine of us. After a little while Chie began to bark like a coyote, and, as we listened a coyote bark came back from the hills. Chie waited not a 122 Il< j <li<l not quite dan- to shoot the representative of President Grant COCHISE, THE APACHE CHIEF moment, but ran quickly up the steep moun tain side and disappeared among the trees. There was nothing for us to do but to wait for him to come back, and when he finally did return a small party of Cochise s Indians were with him. We had run into a small party of Cochise s Indians under Nazee, a sub-chief. The springs of water had dried up in the Chiricahua Range of mountains and that was why they were so far away. There was only one spring of water and that night we all shared it. In the morning with Ponce to talk for us we had a council with Nazee. He told us that we were still a hundred miles from Cochise, and that we would never find him as long as there were so many of us. Nine had not seemed very much to me, but I was determined to see Cochise, if I possibly could, and I sent every one back except Cap tain Sladen (my aide), Jeffords, and the two Indian guides, Ponce and Chie ; so we started 125 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN once more. The next night we came to Kodger s Eanch ? near Sulphur Springs, and Ponce and Chie were afraid of old Bodger s dogs, for he taught them to bark at Indians and bite them. I had settled down for the night with a bear skin thrown over me and I told Ponce to stay by Captain Sladen, and Chie to come and sleep with me. Chie came to my bed on the ground, but when he had one look at my bear skin, he cried : i Shosh ! Shosh ! no bueno ! (bear, bear, no good) and refused to come nearer. I threw aside my bear skin and with two good blankets made him comfortable all the night, for afraid as he was of the savage dogs, he feared the bear skin more. By the next day we were on the west side of the Dragoon Mountains. Here we rested by a clear flowing stream, while Chie went ahead of us into Cochise s stronghold. He did not return, but after awhile two Indian 126 COCHISE, THE APACHE CHIEF lads rode toward us on an Indian pony. We received them as guides and offered them food and drink, which they seemed to enjoy. Then they were ready and pushed us on, riding behind us for five or six miles along a narrow ravine which led us finally into the very stronghold of Cochise. Forty acres were in closed by a natural wall of rock, nearly a hundred feet high, and the only way in or out was by following the tiny mountain brook at the bottom of the ravine. When we were once in, it was very beautiful, for the grass was high, making a thick green carpet, and there were lovely shrubs. Here we met another sub-chief, Nasakee, but there were no other warriors, only a few old men and many women and children. When we finally arrived at the stronghold, Cochise was off hunting, or hiding, and Nasakee said he could not tell us what Cochise would do with us when he came back, whether 127 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN it would be peace or war. I could see that Chie felt very much afraid, for his uncle might be angry at him for bringing us. Ponce lost his usual jolly looks. Would the great chief accept our peace message in the morning, or would he kill us as he had killed all the other white prisoners. Whatever happened in the morning we were safe for one night, and must make the best of it. I wanted to talk with the boys and girls, so I took out my memorandum book and holding up an arrow, said: "What s that?" All the children cried: "What s that?" But I said: "Apache." One boy saw in a minute what I wanted, and called out : Kah, " so I wrote it down in my book. Next I held up a bow. "Eltien," said the children, and in a few minutes they were bringing all sorts of things and telling me their names in Apache. The women stood around laughing, and so I spent the hours till 128 COCHISE, THE APACHE CHIEF it was dark, and they went away to sleep un der the trees, but when I put my head on a saddle and drew a blanket over me for the night, the children put their little heads all around on my cover and fell asleep, too. "Sladen," I said, "this does not mean war "; and very soon I fell asleep and did not wake till morning. We had just had our breakfast when the chief rode in. He wore a single robe of stout cotton cloth and a Mexican sombrero on his head with eagle feathers on it. With him were his sister and his wife, Natchee, his son, about fourteen years old, and Juan, his brother, beside other Indians. When he saw us he sprang from his horse and threw his arms about Jeffords and embraced him twice, first on one side, then on the other. When Jeffords told him who I was, he turned to me in a gentlemanly way, holding out his hand, and saying: "Buenos dias, serior" 7 129 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN (Good day, sir). He greeted us all pleasantly and asked us to go to the council ground where the chief Indians had already gathered. Just as we started, Ponce told an Indian woman of the death of one of her friends among the Mescaleros. She listened for a mo ment, then gave forth a shrill, sorrowful, pro longed cry. Instantly every Indian stood still and showed silent respect till her re peated wailings had ceased. Then we went on and took our seats on the blankets spread for us and the council opened. Ponce and Chie first told Cochise all about me, who I was, and what I had done for other Indians. He seemed very pleased with the story, and you may be sure we watched very carefully to see how he took it. Then he turned to Jeffords, and, calling him Taglito, told him to ask me what I came to him for. I answered him plainly that the President had sent me to make peace with him. He re- 130 COCHISE, THE APACHE CHIEF plied: "Nobody wants peace more than I do. I have killed ten white men for every Indian I have lost, but still the white men are no less, and my tribe keeps growing smaller and smaller, till it will disappear from the face of the earth if we do not have a good peace soon. " He told me too how the war with the white men began. An officer had lost some horses, so he seized Cochise, his brother, Mangus Colorado, and some other Indians, and put them in a tent under guard. Cochise slit the tent with a knife and escaped. Then he seized the first white man he met and sent word to the officer that he would tie a rope round the white man s neck, hitch him to a pony and drag him along till he died. He would let the officer know that if he hurt In dian prisoners Cochise would drag white men by ropes till they died. But the officer would not hear. He took the Indians and hanged them all in Apache Pass. So war began, and 131 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN how could it be stopped? It was a dreadful story. I had heard part of it before, but now as I listened I was very, very sorry. Cochise asked me how long I would stay. He said it would take ten days for all of his captains to come into camp, for they were off in all direc tions. I told him I would stay as long as it took to make peace. Cochise was very much afraid if any of his captains met the soldiers, that the soldiers would fire on them and then there would be war again, so I proposed to send Captain Sladen to Fort Bowie, where he could telegraph to all the soldiers in New Mexico and Arizona not to fire on Indians, but Cochise shook his head. "No, no/ he said, "you go. Leave Captain Sladen here; we will take good care of him." I was very willing to go, and felt sure that Captain Sla den would be safe even in Cochise s strong hold; but who would be my guide? All the Indians were afraid, for I was going straight 132 COCHISE, THE APACHE CHIEF among soldiers and they knew that most sol diers did not like Indians. Every one who was asked to be my guide, refused, even Ponce. At last Chie said he would go. I had saved his life once and he did not believe I would let the soldiers hurt him. On two good mules Chie and I made the journey to Fort Bowie, and were back again by the second day, followed by a wagon with provisions, and a spring wagon drawn by four mules. While we were gone Cochise had chosen a new camp ground looking west. On a high rock, a quarter of a mile away, a large white flag on a pole stood out plainly. When we arrived we spread a piece of canvas on the ground and called it a table. I took the head and Sladen at the foot was carver. Cochise sat at my right and Jeffords with Chie on the left, Ponce and one or two others between. Here we ate three times a day, and Cochise and I became close friends while we waited 133 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN for his captains to arrive. When they did come he held a Spirit meeting, taking his stand in a cozy place surrounded by small trees and wild vines. The women formed a large circle sitting side by side. The men in side the ring sat or knelt. Then followed a wonderful song in which all joined. It began like the growl of a bear and rising little by little to a high pitch, lasted ten or more min utes and then suddenly stopped. After this Cochise interpreted to the people the will of the Spirits, saying: "The Spirits have de cided that Indians and white men shall eat bread together. Then what a rejoicing there was. The In dian captains crowded around us and tried in every way to make me understand their joy, promising to keep the peace. The next day we all went ten or twelve miles to Dragoon Springs, where we met Major Sam Sunnier and the officers from 134 COCHISE, THE APACHE CHIEF Fort Bowie who came at my request to con firm the * * Great Peace. When Cochise saw their uniforms in the distance he put his warriors at once into a sort of skirmish order, so that they could go forward for battle, seek cover, or run back in retreat at his word of command, but Captain Sladen and I brought about a happy and cheerful meeting, and the great good peace which we had made in the mountains was wit nessed and confirmed. Then we went with Cochise and his five hundred Indians to Sul phur Springs near Eodger s Ranch. Captain Jeffords was made Indian Agent, and a large reserve of good public land was put aside for these Indians. At last, when I was about to go, Cochise wrapped me in his arms and begged me to stay with him, but I said: "Your men obey you and I must obey the President, who wants me to come back to Washington and 135 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN tell him all about this Good Peace. " And as I started for my home so far away I felt very happy, for I knew that while Cochise was a wild, desperate warrior, still his heart was warm toward me, and he was true to his friends and every inch a man "for a that." 136 VIII MANUELITO : A NAVAJO WAR CHIEF YOU all remember how the Indian chiefs went with me to see the great Ameri can chief, President Grant, in Washington, and what a long ride we had before we took a train. Well, during that trip we rested for two days at Fort Wingate in New Mexico, and here for the first time I saw some Navajo Indians. They are cousins of the Apaches, and the language of the two tribes is so much alike that they can easily understand each other. Some people have said that the word Navajo comes from the Spanish word for knife, but probably it is an Indian word mean- 137 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN ing "well-planted fields. " There were about 7000 in the tribe and they lived in log huts and raised corn, but their chief living was from large flocks of sheep and goats. From these they got plenty of wool which they dyed in soft colors and from which the women made splendid blankets known the world over for their beauty. These are the famous Na- vajo blankets you have heard about. Now the Apaches and Navajos are cousins, but they have not always been friendly cous ins, and just about this time they had been fighting each other rather hard. I am sorry to say that some of the white people thought it was a good thing for Indians to fight each other; it would help kill them off, they said. Of course it was a good thing for Indians to stop fighting white men, but the more they fought Indians the better. Now I thought this was all wrong, so I made up my mind to help the Indians to make peace with the In- 138 MANUELITO, A NAVAJO WAR CHIEF dians as well as with us. I had talked with my four Apache chiefs about this, and Santos was heart and soul with me. Pedro agreed with us, but Eskeltesela was doubtful, and Miguel made many objections. He said the Navajos had behaved badly to his Indians, had broken up their lodges and stolen their corn, and must be punished. Miguel had a good deal of the old war spirit left in him. Well, here we were at Fort Wingate in New Mexico within ten miles of the principal Na- vajo village, and were resting for the night. We had taken the packs from our tired mules and let them loose to roll in the dust or run to the neighboring stream for water. We had unsaddled the horses and tied them near by. Our driver, Dismal Jeems, was getting sup per and looked as happy as I ever saw him as he thought of the good things which would soon be ready. Then of a sudden we heard a loud whoop, as loud and long as any you 139 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN ever heard in Buffalo Bill s show. One-Eyed Miguel was quickest to catch the sound and he knew what it meant. Indian horsemen ! he cried, and sure enough there they were. Navajos in full gala costume; the men with bright blankets, streaming hair, and feathered hats, the horses with braided manes tied with red and yellow. To see them charging toward us was enough to make our hearts beat very fast, but the Indians only laughed and said: "Good, good! it is only a Navajo visit !" The brilliant Navajos rode up at a trot, halted all together and came to the ground at once, each holding his bridle and resting his right hand upon the pommel of his saddle. The leader s horse stood waiting while he came toward me and stretched out his right hand, saying: "Buenos dias" (Good day). This was Manuelito, the Navajo war chief. He was over six feet tall and weighed per- 140 MANUELITO, A NAVAJO WAR CHIEF haps two hundred pounds. He was dressed all in deerskin with fringes on his coat and trousers and had on new leggings, buttoned at the side, and moccasins on his small feet. His hair was worn in many short braids and he had on a Mexican hat with a feather tucked into the brim and tassels hanging over. He wore many strings of beads around his neck, too, and was as fine a looking fellow as you ever saw. Mr. Cook and Louis hastened to help Dis mal Jeems, and we brought fresh stores from our packs and added a piece of canvas to our table-cloth. Then we sat down to supper and Manuelito was given the seat of honor at my right. I think Miguel was not quite pleased at this, for he looked at me with a sly twinkle in his one eye and said, * Bad Manuelito, he has not been war chief of the Navajos very long." After the supper Manuelito shook hands 143 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN again, said good night, and then they all mounted and were off, but not before we had planned for a council the following day at the Navajo village. The next morning the sun rose clear and bright, and peace seemed to be in all that beautiful land. By eight o clock we were in motion, but the Indians were thoughtful and in no haste to lead the way. It took us two hours to ride the ten miles. Some Navajo scouts met us half-way and guided us to a good spring. Here was a pretty grassy knoll and we camped beneath a group of pine-trees whispering in the summer breeze. The principal chief, Juanito, was an old man, lame and feeble. He limped over to pay his respects to me, but pretended not to see my Apache Indians. I asked him to be pres ent at the council, but he whispered something about my having the wicked Miguel with me, and would not promise. 144 MANUELITO, A NAVAJO WAR CHIEF Everything was ready at the hour ap pointed for the council and I went to a small grove where a platform had been made of rough boards large enough for the Indian chiefs and myself. Mr. Cook, Louis, and Cap tain Wilkinson were with me, but the Indians did not appear. We waited and waited, till at last I remembered that neither party wanted to be first at the council. Then I asked Captain Wilkinson to go to Juanito and ask him to come and see me and bring his war chief with him. Mr. Cook went to Miguel and told him I wanted to see him and the other chiefs, and Louis took my message to Santos. To be sure they all knew what it meant, and they came, watching each other carefully so that they should all arrive at the same moment. Miguel and Manuelito were both laughing when they stepped on the platform and soon all were talking cheerfully to each other. Santos took 145 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN great pains to make friends with Juanito and I began to feel sure of a good peace. All Indian councils are very ceremonious if you know what that big word means and every one puts on his very best manners for the occasion. Mr. Cook opened the meeting with prayer. I explained that the great chief at Washing ton had sent me on a peace mission and then Juanito said he always wanted peace, for he planted fields, raised sheep, ponies, and cows, and made blankets and many other things. His young men hunted in the mountains too, but the Apaches made wars. Then Manuelito splendid fellow that he was stood up and spoke, for he was the war chief. He said he was all for peace. Of course he had had to fight the Apaches, Mig uel knew that, but now he wanted a solid peace and to be friends with Apaches and all the Indians of New Mexico and Arizona. 146 MANUELITO, A NAVAJO WAR CHIEF Santos spoke in the same spirit and so did Miguel and the others. After all had spoken Manuelito rose and asked to speak again. He had been thinking, and he said he was sure that he could stop all the badly disposed Navajos from hurting Indians or white men. He asked me to ap point twenty Navajo policemen and dress them in United States uniform, for ihen every Indian would know them and every white man would respect them. He asked me to give them the same pay as soldiers and then they would be proud and obey their leader and there would be no more trouble from the Navajos. This I agreed to do and Manuelito chose and commanded a fine body of Indians. So ended the council, but a month later on our return from Washington, we reached that same old Fort Wingate just be fore sundown and were met by Manuelito and his special policemen. They wore soldiers s 147 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN hats with grand army cords and tassels, blue blouses and belts with two pistols to show their authority. "Buenos dias, signor! Bueno bueno, cried Manuelito, as he sprang to the ground and with bridle in hand stood ready to em brace me. Nearby the Navajos had a bivouac, and that night we camped near them. In the morning Manuelito rode beside me and told me that peace had prevailed. When, after riding ten miles, we reached a beautiful spring we lunched together beneath some shady cottonwood trees and then Man uelito bade us farewell. As he and his men rode away my eyes followed this splendid leader, and I rejoiced that so fine a man was using every energy to bring joy and happi ness to all about him a war chief no longer, but a man of peace. 148 IX CAPTAIN JACK, CHIEF OF THE MODOC INDIANS IT was a queer country where the Modocs lived. Their land stretched along for sixty-five miles, measured on the straight line that separates Oregon from California, and it was thirty miles wide, some in Oregon and some in California. Parts were fairly good for cattle and horses where the earth was rich, but most of it was in hillocks and knolls all stony and so much alike that it was not much easier, than on the water, to find the way without a compass. This land was called the i lava bed country, and it was well named. I suppose many thou- 149 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN sands of years ago some volcano must have covered the ground with the volcanic stones and lava which left it so rough and bare. Lost River, which is from thirty to one hun dred yards wide, flows in and out among the lava beds till it joins the Klamath River and flows with it to the great Pacific Ocean. The banks of the Lost Eiver are of great shelving rocks rising a hundred feet in air and beneath which are immense caves with openings lead ing to each other. In some parts there are a few small trees but no large timber, and to our way of thinking it is a desolate country in deed, but the Modocs liked it, especially the clear lake, Lost River, and bushy parts where quail, partridge, and wild turkey were found, for these Indians did not like to raise corn as white men do. They dug up wild onions, lily bulbs, and camas plants to eat, and found plenty of wild duck in the clear lake and Tule pond. 150 Captain Jack and his companions CAPTAIN JACK, CHIEF OF THE MODOCS In the year 1850 there was a general Indian war in Oregon and northern California. The white settlers, tradesmen, mechanics, farmers, and hunters, and rough men of the frontier, all came together led by a wild fellow called Ben Wright. Now Wright was not a good man, and he planned a surprise and made a dreadful attack upon forty-six Modoc Indians who were quietly sleeping in their tepees. But five of the Indians got away, and among them was one called Sconchin. He was only seven years old then, and almost all his father s family were killed. This boy grew up to hate the white people. He was a tall, handsome Indian and belonged to a band of four hundred Modocs. Their chief was called Captain Jack by the white people, though his real name was Modicus. This chief was dark and brawny, and when he said a thing he would not change his mind. He called his tribe by their true Indian name, 153 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Maklaks (the people), and wanted to be known by all white men and Indians far and near as The very great all-time Chieftain. But he and Sconchin did not always agree, for Sconchin wanted to be war chief and make war against the white people all the time, while Captain Jack liked peace best, though he kept a war-bonnet on hand to use if he needed it. A war-bonnet, as you know, is like a winter cap of red flannel worn well back on the head with a mass of eagle and hawk feath ers strung together and hanging down the back to the waist. This is only for war times, and Captain Jack kept one ready, but usually he wore an old soft gray hat with a cord round it, tassels peeping over the brim, and a single eagle feather to show he was chief. He always carried a rifle and two pistols tucked in his belt, but he thought peace with the white men was best for him and for his people. He was a very strong man, too, but he could not 154 CAPTAIN JACK, CHIEF OF THE MODOCS govern his Indians unless he did about what Sconchin wanted him to do. In the year 1866 Mr. Meacharn, superin tendent of Indians for Oregon, sent word north and south to all the Indians to come to Fort Klamath and have a great talk. A good many Indians came and Mr. Meacham thought they really represented their tribes, but neither Captain Jack nor Sconchin were there. However, there was a great bargain, and the Indians agreed to take a small sum of money and go and live on the Klamath reservation. The Klamath reservation where they were to go is a lovely mountain coun try, only so far above the ocean that very littje will grow in it. The lake near by is clear and delightful, with an island in the middle that looks like an ocean steamer, and the springs are cool and fresh. This was just such a place as white people like to go to in the summer, but for Indians no place at all. 155 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Captain Jack said: "I have n t sold our land on Lost Kiver and I won t leave it"; and Sconchin said: "Let us fight forever." But after a while, in 1869, Captain Jack said : i It is better than war. So with three hundred men, women, and children they moved the fifty miles up to the great Klamath reserva tion. But here something unexpected hap pened. The Klamath Indians were many more than the Modocs, and they were angry that the Modocs had come. The women and children quarreled and the Klamaths sent word to the agent that the Modocs were get ting ready to go on the war-path. Then the agent moved the Modocs two miles away, but they had hardly put up their tepees when _Jthe Klamaths, Snakes, and other Oregon Indians began to bother them again. At last Captain Jack, to avoid open war, one night with all his people fled back to their old home. But here they were not welcome, 156 CAPTAIN JACK, CHIEF OF THE MODOCS for the white settlers had their land and did not want them around. Of course, some white people were kind and knew the Indians told the truth when they said: "We have never lost our land, we cannot live in Oregon, we cannot hunt or fish on the reservation, nor gather lily bulbs, wild onions, or camas roots. " Good Mr. Meacham finally agreed to give them a reservation on the Lost River and Captain Jack said: "We will bargain and keep the peace. " But at Washington people were busy doing other things, and for a long time no word came to say Mr. Meacham could give this land to the Modocs. Captain Jack s heart was sick and Sconchin said: "Mr. Meacham is like all white men, double-tongued and does not tell the truth. At last a new Indian agent was sent to take Mr. Meacham s place. He believed the white settlers who told him that the Indians were 157 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN bad and that they must be forced back to the Klamath reservation. So a company of sol diers tinder Captain Jackson went to make them go. The Indians were living in rough tepees or wigwams made of poles covered with brushwood. Some were on the river bank, some on an island. Captain Jackson and Captain Jack had a talk. The Indians did not want to go, but their chief said he would rather go than have war. Captain Jackson was trying, through the half-breed interpreter, to arrange the homeward march, when Scar-Faced Charlie, one of Sconchin s friends, angry and armed with a pistol, came out of his tepee. Captain Jackson ordered his immediate arrest by a sergeant, who also had a pistol. The soldier and the Indian fired at the same instant; then other soldiers and Indians fired. At the same time some white men, back on the island, were shooting into the Indian tepees. Five soldiers were killed 158 CAPTAIN JACK, CHIEF OF THE MODOCS or wounded and as many Indians fell. Then the Indians, in the confusion, got away. They caught up everything and ran southward, while Captain Jackson, gathering up his dead and wounded, made his way sorrowfully and slowly back to Fort Klamath. The young Indians in their flight went through a white settlement and killed eleven white men and boys who came in their way, but they spared all the women and the smaller children. You remember I told you of the wonderful caves on the banks of Lost River. To one of these Captain Jack led his band. From here he could see everything for five miles, and this cave led to other caves, so that without being seen he could make his way to the water s edge. Captain Jack had not more than seventy warriors, but they were in that strong place with food enough for three months for his men and for all of his women and children 159 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN who were in there. Every Indian had a rifle and pistols and considerable ammunition. Against them Colonel Frank Wheaton of the army led six hundred soldiers. They were confident and ran briskly toward the strong hold, but the Indians were ready and beat back all the six hundred, having slain thirty- five of Wheaton s men and wounded many more. Colonel Wheaton was astounded. He drew off his soldiers and retreated twenty miles. A little later, however, the soldiers returned, bringing cannon and mortars. The mortars would throw a loaded shell high in air and drop it down in Captain Jack s fort ress; lodging in the cracks and fissures, the fuse would keep burning till the shell, like that in blasting rocks, would explode and the frag ments of iron fly in every direction. The Indians at first feared those "guns that fired twice every time, but soon they learned how to protect themselves. 160 " The soldier and the Indian fired at the same instant" CAPTAIN JACK, CHIEF OF THE MODOCS Then General Canby and Colonel Wheaton encamped before the cave with an army of soldiers. Bev. Mr. Thomas, Mr. Meacham, and some other peace-loving friends tried to bring about a good peace. They sent into the stronghold a half-breed interpreter and a con ference was secured. Captain Jack even yet desired a peaceable settlement, but he did not like the offers made him of a new reserve near Lost Eiver by and by after purchases of land could be made, and meanwhile for the Modocs to go down to Angel Island, near San Fran cisco, and be provided for. Though Captain Jack appeared to favor this arrangement the most of his warriors showed an ugly disposi tion, and, stirred up by Sconchin, were for war, war! Then Captain Jack, who had been planning in his mind a great blow, sent word that he and a few of his principal men, five in all, would meet General Canby and five of his peace men at a place between Jhe lines about 163 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN a mile from the soldiers camp. At the time appointed they met, but the Indians had pis tols hidden in their clothing, and after a short talk, when everything was arranged, Captain Jack cried out : " All ready, and they fired. The good general and Dr. Thomas fell in stantly, and Mr. Meacham was badly wounded, but the others escaped, and Captain Jack s warriors drove back all the soldiers who were near enough for them to reach with their rifles; then they ran quickly back to their stronghold. Now more troops came, and little by little Captain Jack saw his Indians grow less. The soldiers captured his spring of water and cut his people off from the lake till, in despera tion, one night the Modocs without any warn ing fled to another cave, four miles away. Some Warm Spring Indians, friendly to the white people, trailed the fleeing Modocs, and after many days and great losses among the 164 CAPTAIN JACK, CHIEF OF THE MODOCS soldiers the desperate Modocs had so few war riors left and were so much in want of food and water that a part of them came out, gave themselves up and betrayed their leader, Cap tain Jack. He was the last man taken. He, a few weeks later by the sentence of a military commission, suffered death together with a few of his principal men. 165 X ALASKA INDIAN CHIEFS I FEKNANDESTE, SITKA JACK, AND ANAHOOTZ ALASKA means great land, and, as you -JLjL can all see on the map, it is a great land far west of Canada and north of the United States. It was discovered in 1728 by Vitus Bering, a Danish sailor in the Russian service, and it belonged to Eussia till 1867, when the United States bought it for $7,200,000. This country is so very far north that I am sure if I asked you who lived there you would say that the people must all be Eskimos, and you are quite right, for Eskimos do live there, but besides the Eskimos there are Indians who 166 ALASKA INDIAN CHIEFS live there, too. They are not as wild and war like as the redmen further south, and are so willing to live as white men do that we have not needed to put them on reservations. In deed, they would have given Uncle Sam no trouble at all but for the bad traders who would sell the Indians whisky, and no Indian is much good when he begins to like "fire water" better than anything else. It was in 1875 that one of these Alaskan Indian chiefs, Fernandeste, was seized by some white men, made prisoner on board a steamer, and taken to Portland, Oregon. Some of the white men could talk Stickeen, the Indian language, and they frightened Fer nandeste so much because he thought he would forever disgrace his people that he died before the ship reached land. Now the In dians loved this chief very much, and when the news came back his family was overcome with grief. All the Indians said they must 9 167 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN make the white men give them a great present for this bad treatment of Fernandeste or they would be cowards, and whatever hap pened his body must be brought back to Alaska. Now at this time Uncle Sam had sent me, with a portion of the United States Army, to take care of the northwestern part of our country, so when I heard the story of Fernan deste I decided to go to Alaska and tell his friends how sorry I was and try to make them happy. It was vacation time, so my wife and children went along for a trip. From Tacoma, on Puget Sound, we sailed to Victoria, the capital of British Columbia, and there went on board the steamer Cali fornia for Alaska. What a glorious trip it was, sailing between rough-faced mountain sides, 3000 feet high, some snow-capped, some covered with feathery trees. Such a strange country, too, for the sun stayed up all night 168 Alaska totem poles ALASKA INDIAN CHIEFS and at ten o clock I could read as well as at noon. My children did n t want to go to bed at all, and I remember what queer things we hung up at the windows to darken the rooms so the children could sleep. At last one morning we anchored in a bay near an island and on that island was an army post called Port Wrangel. There was a stock ade around it made of the trunks of trees fif teen feet high, and there were heavy double gates made of logs fastened together. The commanding officer of the fort and Kalemste, sub-chief of the Wrangel Indians, came to meet us, and with them we went to the stock ade. All the buildings of the fort were inside the stockade, and the officers and soldiers felt very safe when the gates were shut. Now some soldiers opened the gates for us to pass in. Kalemste and two other Indians were al lowed to enter, but all the others turned back to their homes on the other end of the island. 171 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN These Wrangel Indians do not live in tepees and wigwams as the Indians further south, but in long houses made of immense planks split from large trees. A whole family chil dren, parents, grandparents, uncles, and aunts, and even some few friends live in one house. There is room enough in the middle on the ground to build fires and a small hole in the roof to let out some of the smoke. But the strangest things of all were the totem poles. In front of each house was a pole ten to thirty feet high. Animals were carved on the top and sides of the poles, sometimes a bird, a bear, or a fox. These totems are the signs of a tribe or family just as we have the United States eagle, the English lion, the Scotch thistle, or French lily, but they cer tainly do look very funny standing in front of all the houses. One totem pole belonged to the chief, Fernandeste, and showed the tribe he belonged to among the Stickeen Indians, 172 ALASKA INDIAN CHIEFS and the carvings gave a short history of his tribe. There were groves where the Indians danced together, and places where they worked when tanning and decorating the skins of animals, and where the children practised with bows and arrows, and it was all very dif ferent from any Indian villages I had seen before. After we had our lunch at the fort, chairs were taken out in front of the stockade and the Indians gathered for a council. Kalemste stepped out in front of the Indians while his people crouched ready to listen. He told us the story of Fernandeste and how he had been invited on the steamer where some dreadful white men, who were prisoners being taken to Portland, Oregon, for selling liquor to the Indians at Wrangel, kept with the chief and frightened him so greatly that he died; and how his people wanted a potlash or present, so that the other Indians would not call them 173 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN cowards. I asked what would satisfy them and he replied, one hundred good blankets, only they must have their dead chief back again. Now a good warning had come to me before I started, and I was ready with permis sion from Uncle Sam. At a word the soldiers went into the stockade and then slowly re turned bearing the body of Fernandeste back to those who loved him, and a hundred army blankets for the tribe. A sudden change came over the faces of the Indians, and taking the body from the soldiers they returned to their homes satisfied. But Kalemste and a few of the leading men remained and asked if the chief of the white men would stay long enough to let him come early in the evening and give us a play. In deed, we were all curious to see an Indian play, and as the captain of the ship could wait for us, I said yes. In the evening we came together. The star- 174 ALASKA INDIAN CHIEFS light was very bright and it was all still ex cept for the washing of the sea on the shore. The Indians came quietly, and without ado built a fire on the ground for a big torch to light us. The men were dressed fantastically, no two alike, and their arms and legs were painted. They gave first a dance of joy, which lasted over an hour. Then they showed in a rude way without speaking a word, simply by signs and motions, how Fernandeste went to the steamer, how he died, the crossing of the bar on the Columbia "River, how his body was buried and taken again from the ground, and the return of it by the steamer to Wran- gel ; then our coming, our lunch and the coun cil, but all so plainly shown that everybody knew what it meant and clapped their hands in applause for this fine acting. Then Kalemste begged me to send them a teacher. He said the officers and soldiers had taught them a little, but they wanted a real 177 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN teacher. I promised, and the evening enter tainment being over, we went on board our steamer and were soon sound asleep while the captain and crew watched and took us swiftly northward to Sitka. When Alaska belonged to Russia they called Sitka New Arkangel, after a city in Russia, but we have called it by the Indian name Sitka. There were two bands of Indians here, one under Sitka Jack, the other under Anahootz. Anahootz came to see me in a soldier s coat and hat with a bright hand kerchief about it. My boys were much amused at his appearance, but he was as dig nified as a king, and presented to me a num ber of well-folded sheets of paper on each of which was the statement that Anahootz was a good Indian, a friend of the white men and the Indians, and told the truth. I went to see him in his home and he sat on a bench and gave me his only arm-chair. He told me he 178 ALASKA INDIAN CHIEFS had thought much and spent many a night wide awake thinking what would be good for the Indians. Now he understood. He wanted peace between white men and Indians, under a good commander such as Major Campbell, the military governor. I told him his people seemed poor, but I thought if they would make baskets and belts and moccasins visitors would buy them. This pleased him, but he told me that most of all he wanted me to promise to send a teacher to them; that if I sent a good teacher his Indians would build a house, better than his own, for him. Of course I promised, and once more we boarded the California and started north to the mouth of Chilcat Creek. The Chilcat Indians lived much like those at Sitka and Wrangel, but they had seen few white men. Here we found a stone four or five feet long and three feet thick, which the Indians said came from the moon. I suppose 179 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN it was a meteorite, but the Indians said a great white man had asked them to protect and keep it till he came again, which they were glad to do. Just as we were returning to the steamer we met Sitka Jack. He was the most famous chieftain in this region. Now he was in a long canoe filled with men, every man having a paddle in his hand, and eight or ten on each side. Sitka Jack with eagle feathers in his hat and a belt crammed full of pistols round his waist sat in the stern steering, a small United States flag in his hand. He was a very bright man, and after a little encouragement we had a good talk together. He told me that not many miles inland, if you went through Sitka Pass northward, there was a good level country where everything would grow and where there were very many people. This was long ago, but since then many of our people have found their way to this great 180 A medicine-man of the Chilcat Indians ALASKA INDIAN CHIEFS land of Alaska and have given riches to the United States in gold found in the Klondike and Yukon country. Men and women have taken the long journey to teach the Indian children, and under the shadow of the totem poles now are many men arid women who were boys and girls when I first went to Alaska to tell those Indians that Uncle Sam was their friend. 183 XI THE GREAT WAR CHIEF JOSEPH OF THE NEZ PER- CES, AND HIS LIEUTENANTS, WHITE BIRD AND LOOKING-GLASS FAR in the Northwest of our country live the Chopunnish or Nez Perce Indians, a powerful tribe. Chopunnish is an Indian word, but Nez Perce is French and means pierced noses. The name comes from the fact that these In dians used to pierce their noses and wear rings in them, just as some ladies we know pierce their ears and wear fine earrings. The men of the tribe are large and tall and strong, and they are very proud and warlike. Every year they went far away, even one thousand miles, to hunt buffalo, while the 184 CHIEF JOSEPH OF THE NEZ PERCYS women planted little patches of Indian corn and the boys rode ponies or fished for salmon in the rivers. Now and then the Nez Perces fought, as all Indians do, and their enemies were especially the Blackfeet and Snakes, but they never killed a white man. Governor Stevens, one of the first white governors, gave these Indians a large tract of land big ger than New York State, where they lived and were very happy. After a while some missionaries came to live among them and started a big school where many Indian chil dren studied and learned the white men s ways. Among these Indian children were two boys, the sons of a powerful chief called Old Joseph. Young Joseph and Ollicut went to the school for a short time, but while they were still very small their father became an gry with another chief and moved off to Wallowa, a place far away on the Nez Perce reservation. 185 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Then the white people began to see that this country was a good place to live in, and they asked Uncle Sam to give them some of it. Most of the Indians agreed to sell part of their big reservation and live on a part called the Lapwai lands, or reservation, but after this was arranged it was found that several bands of Nez Perces lived outside of this smaller reservation the White Birds under their leader, White Bird; other Indians under a chief called Looking-Glass ; several other bands, and some Indians led by Young Jo seph, who had become their chief after Old Joseph died. These many bands of Nez Perces came together and made Young Jo seph their chief. They said that the other Nez Perces had no right to sell their land, and that they did not wish to leave their homes. In April, 1877, I took some soldiers and went to a fort near Walla Walla, Washington, many miles south of Fort Lapwai. Here I met 186 Chief Joseph in full costume CHIEF JOSEPH OF THE NEZ PERCES Ollicut, who came to represent his brother, who was sick. At his request I agreed to meet Joseph and his friends or Tillicums in twelve days at Lapwai, Idaho, and we all hoped that the meeting would result in a good peace. When I arrived at Fort Lapwai twelve days later an immense tent was ready for the council. Joseph, with about fifty In dians, had spent the night near by in hand some Indian lodges. His many ponies, watched by Indian lads, were feeding on the banks of Lapwai Creek. All was excitement, as with some officers I waited for the Indians to come that sunny morning to the "big , talk." At last they came, riding slowly up the grassy valley, a long rank of men, all on ponies, followed by the women and children. Joseph and Ollicut rode side by side. The faces of all the Indians were painted bright red, the paint covering the partings of the hair, the braids of the warriors hair tied 189 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN with strips of white and scarlet. No weapons were in sight except tomahawk-pipes and sheath-knives in their belts. Everything was ornamented with beads. The women wore bright-colored shawls and skirts of cotton to the top of their moccasins. They all came up and formed a line facing our square inclosure ; then they began a song. The song was wild and shrill and fierce, yet so plaintive at times it was almost like weeping, and made us sorry for them, although we could not but be glad that there were not five hundred instead of fifty. They turned off to the right and swept around outside our fence, keeping up the strange song all the way around the fort, where it broke up into irregular bubblings like mountain streams tumbling over stones. Then the women and children rode away at a gallop and the braves, leaving their ponies, came in all in a single file with Joseph ahead. 190 CHIEF JOSEPH OF THE XEZ PERCES They passed us each one formally shaking hands, and then we all sat down in the big tent. After a prayer I spoke to Joseph and told him that his brother Ollicut had said to me twelve days ago in Walla Walla that he wished to see me now I was ready to listen to what he wished to say. Joseph then said that White Bird s Indians were coming; they were to be here soon and we must not be in a hurry, but wait for them. So we put off the "big talk" till the next day. Again the Indians went through the same performance and again we were ready. White Bird had arrived and with a white eagle wing in his hand sat beside Joseph. Joseph introduced him to me, saying: "This is White Bird; it is the first time he has seen you." There was also an old chief, Too-hul- hul-sote, who hated white men. When they were seated again I told them that the Presi dent wanted them all to come up to Lapwai, 10 191 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN to the part where nobody lived, and take up the vacant reservation, for the other lands had been given to the white men. Joseph said : Too-hul-hul-sote will speak. The old man was very angry and said: "What person pretends to divide the land and put me on it?" I answered: "I am the man. Then among the Indians all about me signs of anger began to appear. Looking- Glass dropped his gentle style and made rough answers; White Bird, hiding his face behind that eagle wing, said he had not been brought up to be governed by white men, and Joseph began to finger his tomahawk and his eyes flashed. Too-hul-hul-sote said fiercely: "The Indians may do as they like, I am not going on that land. Then I spoke to them. I told them I was going to look at the vacant land and they should come with me. The old man, Too-hul- hul-sote, should stay at the fort with the col- 192 CHIEF JOSEPH OF THE NEZ PERCES onel till we came back. He arose and cried: "Do you want to frighten me about my body ? But I said : I will leave you with the colonel," and at a word a soldier led the brave old fellow out of the tent and gave him to a guard. Then Joseph quieted the Indians and agreed to go with me. We did not hasten our ride, but started after a few days. We then rode over forty miles together. Once Joseph said to me : i If we come and live here what will you give us schools, teachers, houses, churches, and gardens?" I said, "Yes." "Well!" said Joseph, "those are just the things we do not want. The earth is our mother, and do you think we want to dig and break it? No, indeed! We want to hunt buf falo and fish for salmon, not plow and use the hoe." "Yours is a strange answer," I said. After riding all over the country the Indi- 193 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN ans called it a good country, and they agreed to come and live there. The land was staked out, and Too-hul-hul-sote set free, and it was arranged that in thirty days all the outside Indians should be on the reservation, and we parted the best of friends. Now, about this time Joseph s wife was taken sick, so he left his band and stayed away some distance with her in his lodge. While he was away some of the young warri ors came to a farm-house and began to talk with two white men. For some reason they did not agree, and a young Indian tried to take a gun out of the farmer s hand. At once the farmer was frightened and called to the other white man for help. That white man ran up and began to shoot, killing the Indian. Now began all sorts of trouble. The Indians stole horses, burned houses, robbed travelers, and the whole country was wild with terror. Joseph at first did not know what to do, but 194 i . ! A portrait of Chief Joseph on birch bark General Howard and his good friend, Chief Joseph CHIEF JOSEPH OF THE NEZ PERCES at last he broke his agreement with me and all the outside Indians went on the war-path. For many months there were battles battles battles! Joseph was a splendid warrior, and with many of Uncle Sam s good soldiers he fought. I followed him for over fourteen hundred miles, over mountains and valleys, always trying to make him give up. At the last I sent two Nez Perce friends, " Captain John" and "Indian George" to Chief Jo seph s strong place in the Little Eockies with a white flag to ask him to give up. Joseph sent back word: "I have done all I can; I now trust my people and myself to your mercy. So the surrender was arranged, and just before night on October 5, 1877, Joseph, fol lowed by his people, many of whom were lame and wounded, came up to me and offered his rifle. Beside me stood General N. A. Miles, who 197 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN had helped me and fought the last battle, and so I told Joseph that he, General Miles, would take the rifle for me. Thus ended the great Nez Perce War, and Joseph went after a time to live with Moses, another chief of whom I will tell you some day. Twenty-seven years later I met Chief Jo seph, the greatest Indian warrior I ever fought with, at the Carlisle Indian School, and there he made a speech : l For a long time, he said, I did want to kill General Howard, but now I am glad to meet him and we are friends ! 198 XII MOSES, A GREAT WAR CHIEF WHO KNEW WHEN NOT TO FIGHT IN the Northwest of our great country there are so many different tribes of Indians that I cannot begin to tell you their names, but they were often divided in this way : Those who lived on reservations were called * Reser vation Indians and those who did not, * Out side Indians." Now, Moses was chief of a great many tribes of Outside Indians and he was a very great chief. Of course, Moses was not his Indian name, but Governor Stevens gave it to him long ago and every one called him so ; indeed, he seemed to have forgotten his Indian name and called himself Moses. 199 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN He was a very handsome man, tall and straight, and always well dressed. He usu ally wore a buckskin coat and trousers, and handsome beaded moccasins, and a broad, light felt hat with a thin veil encircling it. He always had a leather belt around his waist, in which he carried a long knife and pistol hol ster, the ivory pistol knob in plain sight. Now, Moses had led his Indians in many battles, both against Indians and white men, and everybody knew that he was a brave war rior and could fight. Indeed, in 1858 one of the very fiercest battles we ever had with the Indians took place when Moses was the In dian war chief and General George Wright commanded the United States soldiers at the "Battle of Yakima Eiver." But after Mr. Wilbur became the Indian Agent things changed, for the Indians loved him and called him Father Wilbur, and Moses decided not to fight the white men any more. 200 MOSES, A GREAT WAR CHIEF Many times Moses was asked to go on a reservation, but he always replied that he would live on a reservation, but not with In dians he did not know. Many tribes had asked him to be their chief, and he wanted * Washington to give him the land in a bend of the Columbia River for a reservation. It was waste land, he said, where no white peo ple wanted to live, but the Indians would be happy there, he knew. When Chief Joseph led the Nez Perces against us in the many bat tles I have told you about, he often sent to Moses to ask him to come and fight, too, but Moses always said, * l No. Still this chief did not have an easy time, for many people said he was a bad Indian, and at last he wrote me a letter which I have kept many years and which I am sure you would like to see. I Moses Chief want you to know what my turn- turn is in regard to my tribes and the white people. Almost every day there come to me reports that the 201 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN soldiers from Walla Walla are coming to take me away from this part of the country. My people are constantly excited and I want to know from you the truth so I can tell my people and have everything quiet once more among us. Since the last war we have had up here reports that I Moses am going to fight if the soldiers come ; this makes my heart sick. I have said I will not fight and I say to you again I will not fight and when you hear , the whites say Moses will fight, you tell them no. \ I have always lived here upon the Columbia River. 1 1 am getting old and I do not want to see my blood shed on my part of the country. Chief Joseph wanted me and my people to help him. His offers were numerous. I told him no never. I watched my people faithfully during his war and kept them at home. I told them all when the war broke out that they should not steal ; if any of them did I would report them to Father Wilbur. During all the past year I have not allowed any stranger Indians to come here fearing they w r ould raise all excitement with my Indians. I am not a squawI know how to fight, but I tell you the truth. I do not want to fight and have always told my people so. It is about time to begin our spring work as we all raise lots of vegetables and wheat and corn and trade with Chinamen and get money. I wish you would write me and tell me the truth so I can tell my people so they will be contented 202 MOSES, A GREAT WAR CHIEF once more and go to work in their gardens. I do not want to go on the Yakima reservation as I told Colonel Watkins last summer. I wish to stay where I have always lived and where my parents died. I wish you would write to me and send by the bearer of this letter. And be sure I am a friend and tell you the truth. HIS Signed: MOSES X Chief. MARK I replied that the Bannock Indians were giving me much trouble, but that when I got back I would arrange a meeting. In the mean time I would depend on him to keep peace. Now, during this time it was hard for Moses, for two sets of Indians gave him trou ble. The "Dreamers," led by Smoholly, tried to make Moses think that he should join many tribes and fight the white men, for, said they, all the Indians who have gone to the happy hunting-lands will rise from the dead before long and join us, so you must join, too. But Moses would not fight. Then some of those 203 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Indians who were fighting crossed over the Columbia River and, finding a family by the name of Perkins living far from any settle ment, killed every member of the family and burned their house and barn. Some Indians told the white men that Moses was a friend of these dreadful warri ors and was protecting them. The white peo ple of Yakima City believed these idle tales and even accused Moses to me, but when I met him and we talked it over, he said that he would prove that what he said was true, for he would help find the three Cayuses Indians who had done this wrong and give them up to the Yakima Courts. Always true to his word, he took with him thirty-five Indians and began to hunt. One evening Moses and his band camped for the night, and fearing no harm, were fast asleep, when a large body of white men surrounded them. These men seized Moses and bound 204 MOSES, A GREAT WAR CHIEF him with cords, putting irons on his wrists, but still he would not fight and told all his In dians to point their rifles to the ground and offer no resistance. He said afterward that he gave up his pistol, knife, and gun and pre pared to die, but instead he was taken to Ya- kima City and put in the jail or "Skookum House," as the Indians call it. Here Mr. Wil bur promised enough money to make them take off the irons, but still Moses was a pris oner. Then he said: "Let the one-armed soldier-chief (General Howard) know I am a prisoner: He is my friend and as soon as he knows it he will set me free." And this he constantly repeated. I was far away when the news reached me, but I came immediately and ordered that Moses be at once set at lib erty, and I have never been sorry that I did so, for he was a true friend to the good white people, and by his simple word kept many hundred Indians at peace. 205 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN When he was free Moses asked again for a reservation, and at last it was given to him and to his people. There on the banks of the Columbia River he kept his people at peace and had them work farms and gardens. The last time I saw him he visited me at Vancouver Barracks near Portland, Oregon, when, with many chiefs, he was on his way to Washington to visit the President of the United States. He was a brave war chief and not afraid to fight, though he had learned to know that peace is best. 206 XIII WINNEMUCCA, CHIEF OF THE PIUTES LKE the great Montezuma of old Mexico, Chief Winnemucca, who was born and lived the most of his life beside Pyramid Lake, Nevada, had a thinking mind and a large, warm heart. He was chief of an Indian nation called the "Piutes," and before any white men came over the Rocky Mountains to disturb them, there were several thousand Indians, to whom he was like a father. He saw to it that they had plenty of good food to eat, nice furs and skins to wear, and hand some tepees (or wigwams) for their families to live in. He had a good wife and many chil dren of his own ; he was always very kind to them, and took much pains to teach all he 207 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN himself knew to his eldest son, who was to be Chief Winnemucca after him. Seventy years ago the Piutes were a peace- loving and contented people. They knew how to gather in the swift antelopes from the plains, how to catch the deer and ensnare the wild turkeys, and help themselves to all the game of the mountains round about their broad valley and clear lake in which they caught splendid speckled trout and other choice fish. The Piutes never appeared to be as shrewd and smart as the Snake Indians, and they were not warlike; yet with their bows and arrows they did drive off the thieves that came from their Indian neighbors, some times, to hunt in the mountains or fish in the lake. Chief Winnemucca taught the Piutes very different lessons from other Indian chiefs; for example, to love peace and make constant effort to keep it; always to be kind one to 208 WIXNEMUCCA, CHIEF OF THE PIUTES another; always to tell the truth, and never to take for one s self what belonged to an other ; to treat old people with tender regard ; to care for and help the helpless ; to be affec tionate in families and show real respect to women, particularly to mothers; yet he and his Piutes had no books, no writing, no chairs, no furniture, almost none of those common articles that make our houses so comfortable. Chief Winnemucca, from time to time, had wonderful dreams. One night he dreamed that some people who were different from the red men, would by and by come from the east ; that they would be finer people than any he had ever seen, and that their faces would be of a white color, bright and beautiful. He stretched out his hands toward them and said : * My white brothers ! Some time before the great explorers, Lewis and Clark, crossed the plains and saw Chief Winnemucca s valley, a company of 11 209 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN hunters from Canada came. They were usually named Voyageurs, and were try ing to collect precious furs. They hunted and trapped the beavers and foxes or bought skins from the Indians. Then these voya- geurs would carry the furs to the nearest trading places and sell them at a good price to white traders. One day a party of these voyageurs came to a high plateau and, sitting on their hardy ponies, looked for the first time on Pyramid Lake. They were taking in the beauty of the scene when suddenly a few Indians, riding furiously toward them, halted suddenly, and one Indian rode forward, making signs of good-will as he approached. But the hunters were frightened and caught up their guns, though they did not fire. At this the Indian hurried away, joined the other s, and they all dashed into the woods and rode as fast as they could straight to Chief Winnemucca s wig- 210 WINNEMUCCA, CHIEF OF THE PIUTES warn. As soon as tlie venturesome Piute, much excited, had told all he knew about the appearance of strangers up there on the east ern plateau, asserting that they were well mounted on large ponies, that they were curiously dressed, and that they surely had white faces, Winnemucca cried out -with joy: t They are my white brothers ! and after a few moments added: "I knew you would come; you are the white brothers of my dream. Chief Winnemucca hastened with twenty of his Indians to meet the traders. All the Indi ans were mounted on little ponies adorned with cedar sprigs and some bright flowers fastened to their manes and tails. The Indians were afraid and kept close together, but the chief was happy and rode boldly ahead to meet his white brothers. Now the voyageurs were full of fear and, firing their guns in the air, mo tioned for the Piutes to stop. These un- 211 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN friendly signs startled Winnemucca. His heart bled as lie saw his men hanging back in terror; but he could not forget his beautiful dream, so for a while he tried to draw, nearer the strangers. They shouted angrily at him ; but he got down from his saddle fifty or sixty yards away, put his strong bow and quiver of arrows on the ground, and spread out his arms as a sign of peace; but the white men, believing him and his followers to be treach erous because they were wild Indians, would not let them come any closer. Now Chief Winnemucca had heard about some powder guns which warlike Indians had and he in stinctively recognized these white men s rifles as weapons of war. Greatly disappointed, he and his party rode back to their pretty vil lage, and next morning the voyageurs passed on westward. The Piutes never saw them again. It was not very long after this visit when 212 He spread out his arms as a sign of peace WINNEMUCCA, CHIEF OF THE PIUTES another party of about fifty white men de scended from the same plateau and encamped two miles below Pyramid Lake on the bank of a swift running river. Again the good chief went down as he had done before and tried his best by peace signs to welcome the strangers, but they would not let an Indian approach them. They even fired from loaded rifles to frighten the Piutes away. This time the Indians saw where the bullets struck the trees and bushes. But Win- nemucca, after the white men had gone, re flected upon the cause of the white brothers \ fear of them. So he said: "I will not give them up, I will show them a brother s heart. He took a few of his principal men and had them bring with them their women and chil dren. They followed the white men several days and encamped every night in plain sight. At last the white leader, prompted by his guide who knew something of Indian ways, 215 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN decided that the Piutes meant them no harm. Little by little they talked by signs. The In dians showed them how to avoid bad trails and made some short cuts in their journey and always led them to the finest camping places where they could have plenty of wood and good water. Every night they brought them a deer or an antelope. The leader of the white people was a generous and good man, so he and Chief Winnemucca soon be came friends. After this success, which de lighted his heart, the chief and his followers returned to their home on Pyramid Lake. The next company of white people going toward California were more numerous. With them was the American pathfinder, Capt. John C. Fremont, and he and Winne mucca communicated right away. They first met where the Union Pacific Railway now crosses the Truckee Eiver called by the Piute Indians Truckee because it means "all 216 WINNEMUCCA, CHIEF OF THE PIUTES \ right. " Fremont took a particular liking to the warm-hearted chief, and he asked him to lead a party of Piute scouts. The scouts con sisted of the chief and eleven picked Indian ; men, and from that time Winnemucca was I called Captain Truckee or Ail-Right. With Fremont, these Indians went all the way to California, and helped him while there in his contests with the Mexicans. They learned after a fashion to speak English, and Winne mucca could always make an American un derstand him. He was proud of his English, but prouder of a piece of tough paper on which Fremont had written a recommenda- : tion of Captain Truckee. This the chief al- ways "called "My Eag Friend. " Chief Winnemucca liked California so much that he decided after much thinking and talking with his people to go back to that beautiful and fruitful land. His son, who was to be the chief, Winnemucca Second, was put 217 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN in charge of the Piutes left behind, while Captain Truckee took thirty families with him for the long journey. Of his own family he took his wife, his daughter-in-law, and four of her children they were named by their grandfather a little later: Natchez, Lee, Mary, and Sarah, two boys and two girls. Sarah, who was then six years old, was the youngest, and her grandfather s favorite, and he always spoke of her as "my sweetheart. " She was dreadfully afraid of white men, and would hide her face, so as not to see them, and weep a long time if one spoke to her. The cause of this terror was that she once heard her father say the Piutes were to have great sorrows and troubles from bad whites. A sister of charity succeeded in winning her heart. The result of this good lady s friendship was that Mary and Sarah learned to speak English, and for a short term were taken into the Catholic boarding-school, 218 WINNEMUCCA, CHIEF OF THE PIUTES but the feeling against all Indians among the whites was such that they declared they would take away all their children if Indians were allowed to come there. In California Mr. Scott employed Captain Truckee and his Indians to care for numerous herds of cattle and horses, and the Indians on their ponies were most faithful and successful herdsmen. The chief, after about a year in California, heard that the sub-chief (his son, Winne- mucca Second) and all the Piutes with him, had had great trouble. At first two white set tlers on their way west had been waylaid in the mountains, and robbed and killed with ar rows. The arrows were left there and had on them the Washoes marks, but the white peo ple insisted that Piutes and the Washoes were all the same. Again two wicked white men carried off two little Piute girls and hid them. After a long search the two Indian fathers found them in a cellar, bound with cords. The 219 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Indians became enraged at this and killed the white men. Besides, a large party of white people came to Pyramid Lake as others had done before them. It was quite late in the fall of the year and Winnemucca Second with most of his In dians was away hunting in the mountains. The Indians had left their winter supply of seeds, nuts, wild onions, and camas, and a large quantity of dried deer-meat and salted fish, carefully stored away near the Truckee Eiver. The strangers helped themselves to what they could use, and burned up all the re maining food. Winnemucca Second became alarmed at this, and when a volunteer company came to punish the Piute Indians for the loss of the white settlers, he and his followers began to lose all confidence in the "white brothers" that his good father had always trusted and defended. So the sub-chief kept all of the Pi- 220 WINNEMUCCA, CHIEF OF THE PIUTES utes lie could get to stay with him in different camps in the mountains. Hearing all this the old chief left his two grandsons to work for Mr. Scott in California and, taking with him his daughter-in-law and the two girls, Mary and Sarah, in a large wagon, guarded by several of his Indians, he drove five hundred miles back to Pyramid Lake. He sent a messenger to find his son and begged him to come back to the beautiful valley and have his people come with him. Here they met the chief, and the wise and good-hearted old man spoke for his white bro thers, and once more taught his people useful lessons. Beside the beautiful lake he lived for many years, and when at last he was about to pass over to the Happy Land he called his son to him and told him never to forget his duty to his own people and to love and always be kind to his white brothers. 221 XIV TOC-ME-TO-NE, AN INDIAN PRINCESS WE called her Sarah Winneniucca, but her real name was Toc-me-to-ne, which means shell-flower. Have you ever seen these flowers growing in an old garden among their many cousins of the Mint family ? Well, Toc-me-to-ne loved them of all flowers best, for was she not herself a shell-flower? Her people were Piute Indians, and they lived in every part of what is now the great State of Nevada. Toc-me-to-ne had a flower name, so she was allowed to take part in the children s flower festival, when all the little girls dance and sing, holding hands and making believe that they are the very flowers for which they are 222 TOC-ME-TO-NE, AN INDIAN PRINCESS named. They wear their own flowers, too, and after they have sung together for a while one will dance off on the grass by herself while all the boys and girls look on and she sings: I am a daisy gold and white, Somebody catch me me ! The grown-up people watch, too, as their children play, and Toc-me-to-ne was never happier than when, light as a bird, she danced and sang her shell-flower song : See me ! see me, a beautiful flower. Give me a hand and dance. Then after the plays and dancing the chil dren had all sorts of good things to eat, and the flower festival was over for a year. Only three times did Toc-me-to-ne take part in the flower festival, for when she was quite a little girl her grandfather, Chief Win- nemucca, took his family and went to live in California, and when they came back she was almost grown up. 223 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Her grandfather was very fond of her, and called her sweetheart, so she was sad and lonesome indeed when he left her and went to the Happy Spirit Land ; but she did not for get his last words to her before he went. "Sweetheart," he said, "do not forget my white brothers ; be kind to them and they will be kind to you and teach you many things." In California the old chief gave to his grandchildren new names Natchez, Lee, Mary, and Sarah, and Sarah learned to speak fairly good English. Later, when she came to Pyramid Lake, she played with Mr. Ormsby s ^^^ * a ***~ ~*~* children and learned to speak better English. Besides this Mrs. Ormsby taught her to cook and sew and to do housework. When Sarah was fifteen years old she made the long five-hundred-mile journey to Califor nia once more with her brothers and sister and her grandmother. Her brothers took care of cattle for good Mr. Scott, who had known 224 TOC-ME-TO-NE, AN INDIAN PRINCESS and loved Chief Winnemucca, and he gave them good wages, several fine horses, and two ponies for Sarah and Mary to ride. The sis ters had always ridden bareback like Indian men, but when Christmas came Sarah was surprised to find a beautiful Mexican side saddle from her brother Lee, and she learned to ride like the white ladies, and was very proud and happy. Now the Piutes always would wander about. They lived by hunting and fishing, not by farming, and so they moved from place to place wherever there was game. When they were in the mountains rough white settlers came to Pyramid Lake and caught almost all of the fish with nets, so that there were no fish when the Indians returned. This made the Indians angry, and so trouble began. All this time Sarah was in California, her father, Chief Winnemucca Second, and her mother were in Nevada, and she often heard good 225 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN news from them ; but one spring when she was seventeen years old two Indians came bring ing the news from her father that he was in the mountains and wanted all his children to come to him, but especially Sarah. Starting on their ponies they began the journey, riding beside the wagon where the grandmother rode. It took twenty-five days to reach Carson City, but here their father and mother met them, and next day all went to see Governor Nye, where Sarah told in English what her father, the chief, wanted to say. Governor Nye was very jolly and good, and when he knew how things really were he told the white settlers not to interfere with the In dians, and sent soldiers from the fort to drive the rough men away. So Governor Nye and Chief Winnemucca became good friends as they never could have been but for little Toc- me-to-ne and her bright interpretations. 226 The Princess Sarah TOC-ME-TO-NE, AN INDIAN PRINCESS For the next year Sarah talked both Piute and English, and settled many little troubles. She was called friend both by the Indians and soldiers, and her father and she thought often of old Chief Winnemucca s words and kept peace with their white brothers. But just as storm-clouds gather, so whis pers came that there would be war between the soldiers and the Piutes. One day some old men were fishing in a lake when cavalry soldiers rode up and fired at them. The Indi ans ran to their tepees near by ? but the sol diers followed and hurt some of them. The captain of the soldiers thought they belonged to a band of bad Indians, and as he spoke only English none could explain. As soon as they understood the dreadful mistake, of course, every one was very sorry and did what he could to make it right. One of Sarah s little sisters was badly hurt, but Chief Winne mucca and Sarah only spoke sadly of the 12 229 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN "Lake Harney trouble, " and were still friendly to the white people. About this time Sarah came down to Muddy Lake to help her brother Natchez, who was sub-chief there. Nearby, Mr. Nugent, the Indian agent, had a big store, where he sold all sorts of things. Now Uncle Sam did not allow agents to sell shot and gunpowder to the Indians, but one day Mr. Nugent did sell some to a Piute Indian. The Indian rode away across the river very happy, but soon one of Mr. Nugent s men met him. He saw the shot and powder and in English told the Indian to give them up. Of course the Indian could not understand and tried to ride on, then the white man fired and shot him. The dreadful news spread among all the Indians and they were very angry, and said Mr. Nu gent must die, because they believed he had let the Piute have the powder and then sent his man to shoot him on his way. 230 TOC-ME-TO-NE, AN INDIAN PRINCESS Angry Indians rushed to Natchez and frightened women and children gathered around Sarah, but they both mounted their swift ponies and hurried away to save the agent s life if possible. The river at the ford was high. Sarah s pony stumbled in the swift current and threw her off, but her brother helped her to remount, and in her wet clothes, she galloped on to Mr. Nugent s house. When Sarah saw him she cried to him to get quickly away or the Indians would kill him, but he replied that he was not afraid and called to his men to get their guns, saying he would show the rascals how to fight. Natchez and Sarah begged him to go away till they could quiet the angry Indians, but he would not and told them to leave him. There was nothing else to do, but at the ford they met the angry Indians and stopped them. Natchez called a council in his tepee, and here he and Sarah succeeded in quieting the excite- 231 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN ment for a time. Soon afterward word came that two white men herding horses near a place called Deep Wells had been shot by the brothers of the Piute Indian who bought the powder. Then Mr. Nugent went to Fort Mc- Dermit to get soldiers to punish the Indians. Now when the agent asked for soldiers the captain, who was a wise man, decided to know the truth first, so he sent two friendly Indians with a letter to Sarah. This is the letter : Miss SARAH WINNEMUCCA: Your agent tells us very bad things about your people killing two of our men. I want you and your brother Natchez to meet me at our place to-night. I want to talk to you and your brother. (signed) CAPTAIN JEROME, Company M, 8th U. S. Cavalry. The Indians were terrified when Sarah told them what was in the letter and said : " Write, write; you may be able to save us from a dreadful war. 77 Sarah had nothing to write with, but she said: "I will try, 7 and with a 232 TOC-ME-TO-NE, AN INDIAN PRINCESS sharp-pointed stick and some fish blood scratched off this letter : HON. SIR : My brother is not here. I am looking for him every minute. We will go as soon as he comes in. If he comes to-night we will come some time during the night. Yours, S. W. The messengers were hardly gone when Natchez and his men returned. They took fresh horses and he and Sarah started for the fort. She says: "We went like the wind, never stopping till we got there. When they arrived, the wicked agent was with Captain Jerome, but Sarah told the whole story, and the Captain treated them well and promised to do what was right. Then the brother and sister, tired as they were, rode back to their tepee on Muddy Lake. The next day a good officer and some soldiers came and camped near them. The soldiers gave the Indians food and guarded them while Sarah and Natchez 233 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN held meetings with their people and showed them how kind the soldiers had been. After this, because of the bad ways of Nugent, the commander at Fort McDermit had Natchez and many Indians come to the army post and pitch their tepees. Sarah lived with her brother and his wife, and was the interpreter and peacemaker; and she persuaded the chief, her father, to get together as many as possible of the wandering Piutes and bring them to the fort. Sarah was sweet and handsome and very quick and able. When she grew older she married one of the young army officers, but later he went East and she returned to her own people and lived on the Malheur Indian Eeservation. Here she was always called the Princess because of her influence over her people. It was in 1878 that the Bannock Indians started on the warpath in Idaho and, joining 234 TOC-ME-TO-NE, AN INDIAN PRINCESS the Malheur Piutes, fought the white people wherever they went. This was called the Piute and Bannock War. The Princess, Sarah Winnemucca, was riding near Fort Lyons, Idaho, when she heard of the trouble. She was on her way to a railway station at Elko, Nevada, hoping to go to Washington to try and have some wrongs put right on the Mal heur agency. When she heard the news she at once turned back and went to the sheep ranch near Boise City, and when I heard she was there I telegraphed to Captain Bernhard who was nearby with some soldiers, to ask the Princess to go as a messenger of peace to the angry Indians. She said she would go, and, taking with her some true Indian friends, she rode, in a day and a half, over one hundred miles. She was approaching the Indian camp in the dark and wondering how to get in unno ticed when she heard a sound. She called and an answering sign showed her it was an In- 235 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN dian. To her surprise and delight it proved to be her own brother, Lee Winnemucca. They had a long talk, and Sarah changed her usual neat dress for an old skirt and Indian blanket, painting her face and pulling a shawl over her head like the squaws. Then she went straight into the Indian camp and to her fa ther s lodge among the righting warriors who never thought for a moment of what she was there for. When she saw her father she had a long talk with him in the Piute language, and begged him not to have war with his white brothers. Of course the Bannock In dians could not understand what she said, so they suspected nothing. As soon as it was dark Sarah went out quietly into the woods and waited. One by one Chief Winnemucca and his family with many of his followers stole out of the camp and joined her. Then she guided them to the sheep ranch, and there I met them three days after I had sent my tel- 236 TOC-ME-TO-NE, AN INDIAN PRINCESS egram. With her sister-in-law Mattie for a companion, this Indian Princess, Sarah Win- nemucca, became my guide, messenger, and interpreter till the close of that fearful Piute and Bannock War. She did our government great service, and if I could tell you but a tenth part of all she willingly did to help the white settlers and her own people to live peaceably together I am sure you would think, as I do, that the name of Toc-me-to-ne should have a place beside the name of Pocahontas in the history of our country. 237 XV MATTIE, THE DAUGHTER OF CHIEF SHENKAH CHIEF SHENKAH was a Piute Indian like the first Chief Winnemucca, whom the white men, who early traveled over the Kocky Mountains, met on the broad prairie land of Nevada. He was one of Winnemuc ca s young followers. Of noble appearance and always brave and trustworthy, Shenkah became the chief of a small tribe of the Pi- utes, after Winnemucca s death. When the Piutes were at peace with other Indians and with the white people, Shenkah was very friendly indeed, especially to the soldiers, and our officers were much pleased when they could, on marches in search of lakes and rivers round their camps and posts, get 238 MATTIE Shenkah for a guide. He hunted deer and other game for them and they gave him a rifle and trusted him to make long journeys into the mountains. He always returned, and never without different kinds of wild game. After his old chief went far away to Cali fornia with General Fremont, trouble arose on account of a sad mistake which resulted in a dreadful war between some of the sol diers and the Indians. Chief Shenkah, lead ing his warriors, was in that war from the beginning to the end, until, at last, a good peace came. His daughter, Mattie, when about twenty years of age, told me about her father. Mat- tie could read and write English slowly, and spoke it well enough for me to understand her. She talked with a pretty musical tone, each sentence sounding sometimes like a song, and sometimes her sentences were like 239 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN poetry. This is what she said: "My first mem ry is way back. It is like a shadow, a dream. I just see him, my father! I have this picture of him, very sad, very sad, in my heart. I did not know much then, not much as I do now. He was so strange, so different from all the rest. I know now that he was strange because he was just leaving us for always. Oh, I was such a little girl! My father had been hurt in battle; he was very pale, and his eyes very bright, and look ing far away. I am sure he knew when he spoke to me that he could not live to see an other sun. He was lying down on the ground, and he took me and pressed me tenderly in I his arms against his breast. Chief Egan, my uncle, was kneeling by my father s side and bending over us with tears in his eyes. At last my dear father spoke and said : Egan, my brother, the Great Spirit calls me away I must go. I cannot take my little child with 240 MATTIE me the Great Spirit does not call her to go now. I wish I could take her with me to meet her mother; but I cannot. My brother, I leave her to you, be her father. Such words I am sure, for they pressed on my mem ry, are the ones my poor dear father used. They were wonderful and so have remained with me through all my years. My uncle, Chief Egan, gave my father an answer, but I do not quite remember what he said, but he laid his hand very gently on my head while my father added a few words which, like his others, have always been in my mind: My daughter, my little dove, you cannot know what this parting means ; to me it is a bitter one, but you and I will meet again; your good Uncle Egan will be a father to you and you must be a good daughter to him. After a few minutes of silence he gave his last words: Now I go in peace. 7 This is all that Mattie could remember. 241 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN She went away to live with her uncle, who became a chieftain among the Piutes, and who led many of them in the pursuits of peace and of war. He was kind and loving to his adopted daughter, and she returned his love with childlike devotion and always treated him as a father. It was perhaps two years after the death of her father when she was carried to a camp called Howluk near the borders of Nevada. There had been just then some battles be tween the white people and the Indians, and the Indians had been again defeated. This war would not have come on if the white men and the Indians had spoken the same language and could have understood each other, and when Mattie told me of it, she said: "When will my red brothers learn that it is more than foolish to rise up and go on the war-path against our white brothers! Even now we are reading and hearing of 242 MATTIE war. We poor women and the innocent little childron- and the old and helpless are the ones who suffer most. But now I know that the white men make war with their white brothers also. Why is this? Why do they make war with each other and make us suffer? Oh, we suffer so much; not only our bodies by hunger, sickness, cold, or heat, but our hearts bleed from the moment our dear ones go away under the sound of the song or the band and the drum. Then comes the terrible time of waiting my breath seems to stop when I remember it. Then there is the news of wounds and death to reach us at home; very few can follow the cry of their hearts to run to the beloved one, because there are little ones to keep them at home." She went on to say: "I learned about wars at school in Oregon, and, as you know, I was again and again in war myself, and it is horrid! I am no coward-girl, and I am 243 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN not afraid even when the guns fire ; but I do not want war. Men who are so wise as to make so many wonderful things should find a way to settle their troubles without causing so much wretchedness and sorrow and tears. I am only a poor Indian girl, and though I ve been to school many days, yet I know but very little. I am sure that many of my white sisters, who know more than I do, think about battles and wars just as I do." In a letter to Mrs. Parish, a lady who was very much beloved by the Piute Indians, she writes : i i My uncle called all his Indians around him and spoke to them in this way: The white men are taking away from us all our land here in Nevada. They are driving off all our ponies. The war-chief of the Pi- j utes was angry, and he had already taken the war-path. He, Chief Shenkah, was my brother, as you know. He did not succeed. The red man and white man did fight many 244 MATTIE suns, many soldiers and many braves fell in battle, and the young men are buried all along the creeks and rivers. My brother, Chief Shenkah has passed on to the better land. We see very plainly that the red men cannot fight the white men. We have not such good rifles and good horses as they have. Our bows and arrows are nothing. And now the white men say Peace. They say, take a home in Malheur, Oregon. There is good land, good water, and plenty of food over there. The red man and the white man must eat bread together. I now say this is good, let us go. Egan is done. 7 "Young as I was, I do not forget the long ride we took to Malheur. My people were > very poor. Many of them were ill on the i way from the want of clothing and good food; but as my uncle, Chief Egan, had de cided that it was best to go, the braves of the tribe kept up from day to day the weary 13 245 x FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN journey. A large number had to go on foot, as at that time the ponies, which remained to us after the war, were very few, and those we had were mostly thin of flesh, and many lame. My good Uncle Egan never forgot me. He gave me all I needed, and I had a nice little mouse-colored pony to carry me. The pony was one of the best among them all, and so he had to bear some goods as well as me. The bundles were put on his back and tied fast before I was put up on top of I them. As I have now seen an elephant, I think that my little horse looked very much like a small elephant. His legs seemed very short. I was a little afraid, but Uncle Egan \ kindly strapped me to the load, and with pleasant words handed me a small whip and *-,*... .H.^.^.MW^ . _, * remarked that I was high up, higher than all the other riders, so I was quite safe and proud. At times, as ponies will, mine would stop beside the trail and put down his head 246 An Indian Horse-Race MATTIE to eat, then I would use my whip, though he appeared to know that my whippings did not mean a great deal. Our ponies seemed to know about everything much more than those of the white people. Some would not v let a white man mount them. They showed their disgust in a very plain way hard to catch, and, being caught, hard to bridle, twist ing their heads one way and another. Oh, how I used to enjoy the fun watching a pale face in his vain attempts to subdue one of our horses who was perfectly gentle with any of us Indians. Think of the saddling! By a wicked little shake of his body the blanket would slip off, first on one side and then on the other, and the saddle go forward or back ward. The best part of the fun was to look at the white man s attempt to mount an In dian pony ; with the saddle on he would think all was right, and get one foot nearly into the stirrup, when the nag would move just 249 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN a little bit, then another little bit, just enough to make his rider hop after him on one foot. To us children all this appeared so amusing that we greeted the effort with shouts of laughter. Such things happened to me when I was quite little. At school I learned that it was very unkind and rude so to laugh to laugh at any one; but I think the children could not well help it, because here was a lit tle animal which any Indian child five years old could catch by the mane, lead to a log, -jump on and ride wherever he pleased. Of course our little nags had their likes and dis likes, just like ourselves. I think we were a little joroud to find that these white men, who brought such wonderful things to us, were not equal to us in training and riding ponies. 4 On that long march to Malheur we had an old donkey. His name was Wee-choo. I was such a naughty Indian child that I en joyed Wee-choo s mischievous performances, 250 MATTIE as I afterward enjoyed what I saw in a regu lar circus. I used to give hearty cheers for our old donkey. No white man or white woman ever could succeed in riding him, though many frontiermen and boys tried to do so. At one time they came great distances and had the ambition to ride what they called Egan s donkey/ At every race or Indian feast this donkey was a source of great merri ment. He would put himself in every ridic ulous posture and always managed to send a white man flying from his back. "At one time there came a tall, long- limbed Irishman. His legs, if he ever could have sat on Wee-choo s back, were so long that his feet would have touched the ground. He looked like a grasshopper when trying to get on. The nearest he ever came to it caused him to jump entirely over the donkey and sit flat on the ground amid the laughing and shouting of the Indians. No one was 251 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN ever badly hurt and Wee-choo was a great favorite with us. You may understand that some soft old river-bed or other very sandy place was chosen for the Wee-choo circus. /With the Indians the old animal became so jtame that no mother in our tribe would hesi- tate for a moment to put her child on his back, where he would sit up straight, if strong enough, and hold to his mane. I remember the kindness of the children to this old donkey. They gave him milk to drink after his teeth became too decayed to eat grass or hay. We would grind his barley, corn or wheat, and soak it for him, and he appeared to understand and appreciate our care." At last, after the long and tedious journey, Chief Egan and his Indians reached Mal- heur. They were put on a large piece of land called a reservation something very few of the tribe knew anything about. It 252 MATTIE appeared to the people something they did not like, some sort of prison. Mattie said : * Had my uncle, Chief Egan, seen any other way to provide for his people, he never would have gone there, and would never have used his influence to bring them all to that place. But what were they to do ! All our land in Nevada that was of any ac count had been taken away and settled upon by the white people. Every place which we had held and where there was good soil and good water was taken and fenced in as a white man s claim; and so we came to Mal- heur, Oregon. I have been told that the word Malheur means misfortune, and as soon as the people heard this meaning, it added to their homesickness and sadness." But Mattie was fortunate. She met Mrs. Parish. No white person had ever spoken so kindly to her, nor looked so pleasantly in her face. Mattie s heart went out to this good FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN woman. She did not then quite understand her language, but she did understand her gentle voice and kind manner. Again Mattie found a loving welcome from the interpreter, Sarah Winnemucca, who soon became a sister to her and a teacher. Mr. Parish was, at that time, in charge of all the Indians, and he was of such noble spirit and kind ways, that he very soon made them feel that Malheur was not so bad for them as they first had feared. Mattie (her teacher, Mrs. Parish, says) looked very quaint and nice in her manta dress; and how good and attentive she was in the school! She also remembered the pretty flowers that Mattie brought her, and how radiant she was when told that her good friend loved flowers, and put them into a vase on her desk. Mattie loved her teacher more every day, and this loving little girl was dearest of all to her teacher. Mattie loved to talk of those days when 254 MATTIE the Indians had Mr. Parish for their good agent. One day, as the children came into the school-room their attention was attracted by a great number of beautiful colored pic tures hung on the walls of the room pictures of horses, dogs, cats, birds, trees, and many things which they had never seen before. Mattie says that the little Indians were as happy as they could be when they looked upon those pictures for the first time. The pictures were so attractive that their school room soon filled with children, children large and small, and the largest did not know more than the smallest. One day Chief Egan came in and said to the scholars : * i You must be very good chil dren and obey the teacher; give good atten tion to what she says and remember it as well as you can. The great father in Washington sent her to teach the little ones, and this was good for us." 255 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN No Indian chief seemed to be more re spected and loved by his people than Chief Egan. Mattie remembered the day when she tried hard and at last succeeded in lisping the teacher s name. The next day she learned to say "Good morning/ and all the children were soon able to say, "Good morning, Mother Parish." Mr. Parish one day brought in and hung near the teacher s desk a clear-faced clock. It was the first one that these children had ever looked upon, and it took them two or three days to get used to it, first, to call it by name in English and then, little by little, to learn, as they all did, how to tell the time of day. At this school Mattie had a little boy friend named Tayhue. "Poor little fellow," she said, "he was so good and stupid, trying so hard, as hard as ever he could, but somehow letters and words would not sound right out 256 MATTIE of his mouth. No one could picture Tayhue s sounds. Well, he never spoke quite plainly in his own language." Mattie said that one should see him now, that he has grown up into a very nice young man and has married. He married little La-loo, and he declared that he loved her from the time she tried to teach him what to say in school. When Mattie could speak English she said to Mrs. Parish: "You know I have no mother, so I had more love to give you than the other children. Did you ever dream how very dear you were to me? As soon as you thought that we children could understand you told us about the Saviour. I would think of all you said to us when I went home, and from your words there came most sweet and lovely thoughts to me, indeed, you woke up my soul." Mattie describes the time when the large maps came and were shown near the teach- 257 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN er s desk. She recalled particularly the great map of the United States. There were many different colors to represent the States, and at first the children thought that the land must be red, green, yellow, or blue, just as it looked to them on the map. They had hard work to understand the picture of the ocean. Mattie had seen several lakes, but not till by and by, when she came to San Francisco, did she see the grand sight. When Mattie grew up she became the wife of Lee Winnemucca, and when I saw her, as I often did during the last year of her short life, she was always with Lee s sister ; Sarah, doing what she could to help and com- ^MMM >*"""* fort her people, for they had suffered many trials and hardships during the Piute and Bannock War. She had not forgotten her early lessons at Malheur, and by her sweet manners and loving spirit made every one about her very happy. 258 XVI CHIEF EGAN OF THE MALHEURS Indians pronounced the name of A Egan, Ehegante; but the soldiers and the white men living near the Indians 1 reser vation, situated in eastern Oregon, called him Egan. Egan was born a Umatilla. His father and mother were both from the Cayuse tribe who lived in the valley of the beautiful Uma tilla Eiver. That river flows from the springs and creeks of the lofty Blue Hills of Oregon, and with a length of about forty miles cours ing westward, enters the Columbia River, not far south of the old Fort Walla Walla, where is now the little village of Wallula. 259 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN When very small, Egan s father and mother, with several other Cayuses, were away from home out on a meadow gathering wild onions and other kinds of nature s food. They had in their camp of tepees men, women, and children. Suddenly a wild war party of Indians from the Snake country came upon them and a fierce battle occurred. All the Cayuses in the camp were killed except the children. These children were carried off and scattered among the Snakes and the Pi- utes. Little Egan was left with and brought up by a good Piute family. When he was old enough, he became fa mous among the young Indian hunters. He was above the medium height, very handsome, strong, and athletic; could lead any party in fishing the streams, climbing the mountains or chasing the deer. He could not have been more than twenty when he married the sister of Shenkah, a Piute chief. This chief called 260 CHIEF EGAN him brother. Side by side with Shenkah he had fought against hostile tribes of Indians and against the white settlers and soldiers v, under our General Crook, till he himself be came a well-known war-chief. While Winnemucca the second was the ac knowledged chief of all the tribes of the Pi- ute nation, Egan held the headship of a tribe in 1872, which, about that time, left Nevada and journeyed several hundred miles to Malheur, eastern Oregon. Before this, Egan s tribe was not a very settled people, under no real control; composed in great part of wild, roving, half-starved bands, off in the mountain districts, far from white farmers, and depending for their living on hunting, fishing, and, too often, on stealing the sheep and cattle of the settlers. In the winter of 1872 and 1873, when the snows were deep, there were then at Mal heur about a thousand Indians, Piutes 263 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN mainly ; but some were Bannocks and some of the Snake-Eiver tribe. In 1874 they had an excellent agent, Major Sam Parish. He and Chief Egan soon be came the best of friends. In the spring, Par ish set apart twenty acres of good ground, and tried to teach the Indians, hardly wiser than untaught children, how to cultivate the land and raise crops. Through Egan the In dians came to love Major Parish, while in a school for the little ones Mrs. Parish more than seconded her husband s efforts. At the start they were awkward and slow to learn practical farming, but soon they made pro gress, for they had promised Egan that they would do their best. Over and over again the agent showed them just the right way to plow and harrow, furrow and plant, till per severance won the day. Before very long they saw the result of their labor in fields full of corn, potatoes, squashes, onions, and tur- 264 CHIEF EGAN nips, and all this product was to be their own. But the best part of the trial was: "The Piute would work ! In 1876, more than one hundred acres were covered with fine crops, and the Indians had done the good work themselves, and were reaping the reward. The Indians at this time, as a rule, were contented and happy, with the exception of a few unruly ones led by a " dreamer " named Oytes. He called himself aj medicine-man, " and his influence was much like that of all the other medicine men among the Indians. They always had some queer ways of thinking and acting. Quick-witted, ugly in appearance, and strange in their conduct, they would frighten men and women by their claims of supernatural powers. OYTES said : "I can defeat all our enemies ! No bullet can hurt me. I have the power to 14 265 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN kill any of you! It is wrong to dig up the face of the earth, the earth is our mother; we must live upon what grows of itself/ etc., etc. After a few days Major Parish was told by the good-hearted Egan about Oytes how wicked he was; how discontented he made many of the Indians ; and how idle and worth less many became from his example and his teaching; furthermore, he planned to assas sinate the agent and Egan. At last Parish sent for Oytes and said to him in the presence of his friends: "I have three hundred dol lars in a bank. If you will stand up before me and let me fire a bullet from this gun straight at your breast, and if it passes through your body and does not hurt you, as you say it will not, I will give you the three hundred dollars." Major Parish had his good rifle, well loaded, in his hand. Poor Oytes could not hide his terror. He 266 CHIEF EGAN cringed and squirmed to get away ; but Egan made him stay there before the Major, and as soon as Oytes could speak, he said to the interpreter: "I am wicked, wicked; beg the good agent not to kill me ! I will work and I will never give him and Egan any more trouble." And as long as Major Sam Parish was Uncle Sam s agent at Malheur, Oytes kept his word. In the fall of 1874, I came to command the department within which was Malheur. With Captain Sladen, my aide, and my daughter Grace (a young lady of seventeen)^! rode in a spring-wagon drawn by mules the forty miles from old Camp Harney, via Malheur City, to the Malheur Indian agency. It was then a rough sage-brush country, with very few houses and settlements. I remember how terrified my daughter was at the tavern in Malheur City on account of the noise and disturbance of drunken white men. 267 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN At the agency, Mr. Parish and his good wife, aided by Sarah, the interpreter, made us very welcome and comfortable. In the night the Indians had a noisy dance lasting many hours. I heard the sounds, and they seemed to me as wild and frightful as the Apache war-dances which I had witnessed some years before. Uneasy in mind and sleepless, I rose about midnight and dressed, visited the agent and inquired what was the matter. Parish laughed and sent for Chief Egan and Sarah. "Oh," said the chief, "we were all so happy that General Howard had come and had brought the young lady, his daughter, that we had to celebrate the event by a good feast and dance. " I was satisfied and happy to let the feast and the dance go on, so returned to my comfortable bed and was able to sleep without any further inter ruption till morning. My intimate friends always teased me about that experience and 268 CHIEF EGAN asked: "What were you afraid of at Mal- heurT I answered, "My alarm was simply from superstition based on ignorance !" Early the next morning I visited the agent s office and had an interview with Chief Egan, Oytes, and several leading Indians. I noticed then how superior Egan was to the others. He had on an ordinary farmer s suit of light linen duck with a leather belt around his waist, a sheath holding a sheath-knife by his side. He wore a straw hat that he re moved when he spoke to me. He had all the features of a full-blooded Indian, but wore no braid or ornament. His hair, parted in the middle, was cut short at the neck. His pleasant face and resonant voice were mainly used, that morning, in praising Major Sam Parish, and in telling me how grateful all the Indians were that the Great Father had sent them such an honest agent and good friend. The Indians had been roaming and 269 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN wild and had never had a school before for the numerous children. Now they had a beau tiful school and a mother teacher whom all the little ones loved ; Mrs. Parish, the teacher, and Sarah, the interpreter, made all this very plain to me. In 1877 I had a long-drawn-out trouble with Chief Joseph and his Nez Perces, from May till November. Buffalo-Horn, a war- chief, brought me from Idaho about a dozen of his Bannocks to help my soldiers as scouts. The Piutes under Chief Egan also refused to help my enemies, so remained at Malheur and improved their land and raised good crops upon many acres of it. Sometimes during my long march in pur suit of Joseph a march of over 1400 miles Buffalo-Horn became dissatisfied with my officers and myself because we would not let him kill two friendly Nez Perces, and be cause I did not conduct the war to suit him. 270 CHIEF EGAN On this account and for other causes, the next year, as soon as the bunch-grass became green and abundant, Buffalo-Horn and a body of Bannocks began a dreadful raid, com ing west from the farthest eastern edge of my Department. As they came they stole horses and cattle and destroyed the houses and families of the white settlers in the usual wild Indian way. They forced to join them band after band of "Snakes," Columbia In dians, and Piutes; also took in scattered families of the Cayuses and Umatillas. At the Great Stein Mountain in southeast Ore gon, some 400 miles from the place of start ing, Buffalo-Horn s Indians under a new chief, for Buffalo-Horn had fallen in one of his battles with my soldiers, met and made an agreement with the Malheur Indians of Egan. Before this, on the first of May, 1876, everything had been prosperous at Malheur, 271 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN the children all at school and the fields al ready planted, and the ditches to bring water to the gardens well laid out and dug, and store-houses and stables constructed. The Indians, old and young, with scarcely an ex ception, were well and contented. But toward the last of the month, Major Parish called the people to the school-house and then amid a great silence he said: "I have received a letter from our Big Father in Washington saying another man is to come here in my place. You must do just as he wants you to do. Go right along just as you have done while I have been with you." It was Einehart who was coming. He had lived in Canyon City and many of the In dians knew him. They all were against the change of agents. Egan went to Colonel Green at Camp Harney and begged him to try to convince the Big Father to let Parish stay. I was written to and besought to stop 272 CHIEF EGAN the change if I possibly could. Egan and Oytes declared that Rinehart had sold many bottles of fire-water to the Indians. After the new agent came there was another talk. Egan s speech at this time is on record. It is: "Our Father (meaning Rinehart), we cannot read; we don t understand anything; we don t want the Big Father in Washington to fool with us. He sends one man to say one thing, and another to say something else. Major Parish told us the land was ours, and what we raised on it would be ours. You say it is government land and not ours." Egan called Rinehart s attention to the work they had done, and to the cruelty of taking the land and the crops from them, etc., etc. Rinehart at once became angry and said: "Egan, I don t care whether any of you stay or not. You can all go if you do not like the way I do!" Next, all went to work, as the agent had 273 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN promised to pay in money every one who worked faithfully. At the end of the week they came to Rinehart s office for their pay. He at once estimated the value of blankets, coats, trousers, shoes, socks, woolen-shirts, handkerchiefs, looking-glasses, shawls, calico, muslin, sugar, tea, coffee, etc., etc. He was going to pay them in the things that Uncle Sam had already given them. Egan then spoke again: "Why do you play with us! We are men and not chil dren; but never say you are going to pay us in money, and then not do it! I do not care for myself, but my men want their pay. Pay them in money, and then they can go and buy whatever they like: our Big Father s goods are too dear. We can go to our soldier fathers and get better blankets than yours for half the price you charge. " Rinehart became more angry than before and said, "If you don t like my ways you can 274 CHIEF EGAN all leave here. I never allow a white man to talk as you have. 7 The Indians went to their tepees to mourn and talk all night. Next day, to make mat ters worse, a band of Piutes came who were nearly starving. Einehart curtly refused to give them a mouthful. The morning after, Einehart saw a little boy who did not under stand English innocently laughing ; he seized him by the ear and kicked him till he cried aloud from pain ; and he told the Indians that he must be instantly obeyed or he would treat them as he did the boy, who had not carried a message as he told him. Oh, the misunderstandings and heartburn ings of these poor people ! Chief Egan and his best men appealed from the decisions of the Indian agent, but to no good result, for just then Uncle Sam was trying to make his red children work for all they had, and such an agent as Einehart made their tasks as 275 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN painful and difficult as possible. Hatred be got hatred, and all the Indians at Malheur in despair went off to live by hunting and fishing and gathering of herbs and fruits, as their people had always done. Months after the Indians left Malheur and Einehart, it was on Stein s Mountain that the Bannocks in their war-raid came upon hundreds of them. * Come, go with us, they said, "and we will beat the white soldiers, and conquer all the white settlers who have our lands, and be rich and no longer poor." Chief Egan held out against war as long as he could get a hearing. The Indians put him aside and put Oytes at the head of the discontented of the Piutes for a time, but after long reflection and the saving the lives of several of his friends, whites and red men, Egan at last consented to be their war-chief. He commanded in several battles, but was never very successful. After the last battle 276 CHIEF EGAN of the Piute and Bannock War had been fought, Egan s life was taken by Umapine, a Umatilla scout. Umapine was a cruel and wicked man, and did not live long after that action of his in the Blue Hills of Oregon. Our surgeon, Doctor Fitzgerald, obtained from Umapine the head of Chief Egan and sent it as a fine specimen of an Indian head of large brain to the Medical Museum in Washington. The Piutes felt keenly this last and greatest humiliation that their much loved chieftain s head should have such a dreadful and ignoble resting-place. Egan lost his wife and two children in war, but a little one had remained till his death to comfort him. All the white people and all the Indians spoke well of Chief Egan. He had often bor rowed money and food of our officers, but always repaid what he borrowed. He was exceedingly kind to his niece and to his youngest child. 277 XVII LOT, A SPOKANE CHIEF THE Spokanes, when they were not off on a buffalo-hunt or camping here and there to store up the camass roots for winter as the squirrels store up beechnuts, used to live along the banks of the Spokane River in Washington State. This river, with many falls and rapids, flows through great forests west to the Columbia. It is a beautiful land of wooded hills and fertile valleys, and the In dians clung to it with great fondness. Here are found every sort of game. The deer run wild in the natural parks, and the speckled trout dart up-stream, shining in the creeks and rivulets. There was an old bridge across the Spo kane, and as I rode to Fort Colville, escorted 278 LOT, A SPOKANE CHIEF by some cavalry, we saw an open field covered with Indian lodges just to our right as we came to the bridge. There were ten or twelve lodges and one hundred and twenty Indians. Many Indians came out to meet us on the road, and I called to one of them in English : What Indians are these ? He replied : i i A band of Spokanes. The leader of this band was Lot, and I must tell you about him. Long ago, when Lot was a small boy, Mr. Eeles, a good teacher, came to live among the Spokanes, just as in 1840 the famous Dr. Marcus Whitman went to teach the savage Cayuses. The Indians called this teacher Father Eeles, and, although he died long ago, they still speak of him with affection, and white people name roads and hamlets for him. Father Eeles loved the little Indian boy who would be a chief some day, and he baptized him and called him Lot. Now Lot had grown to be a fine, tall Indian 279 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN chief, over six feet in his heelless moccasins, and but for his braided hair and the blanket over his shoulders you would have taken him for an old hunter. He spoke very little Eng lish, and was very modest, but Mr. Campbell, the Indian agent, brought Lot to me at once, saying as he did so: "Lot is a splendid In dian. He became a Christian and has always tried to live as Father Eeles taught him." I took a fancy to Lot immediately and asked him why his band were here, and what they were doing, and he told me that one of his In dian girls was to become the wife of a squaw- man who lived in a house just beyond the bridge, and that the band had come to see Mr. Campbell marry them. Now a white man who marries an Indian woman is called by every one a squaw-man, and always belongs half to the Indians and half to the white people. Lot asked if I would stay for the wedding, and I was only too glad 280 LOT, A SPOKANE CHIEF to accept his invitation. The bride was a pretty Indian girl, just fourteen years old, and she came out of one of the lodges with some Indian women and her parents, grand parents, and brothers and sisters. The squaw-man, Mr. Walker, was about forty years old, and a rather rough-looking man in shabby clothes. He came across the bridge with some fine-looking Indian braves, and I could not help wondering why the little Indian girl had not chosen one of them for her husband. But perhaps she thought it was grander to live in a house and be Mrs. Walker. At any rate, Mr. Campbell, after a short prayer, had them hold hands while he married them, and then all the Indians sang one of our hymns, but in the Spokane lan guage. After the wedding we went on to Fort Colville, and the next time I saw Lot he asked me to come with him to a religious service. Spokane Williams, one of his band, had taken 15 281 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN land like a white man and built a house. To be sure, it was a small house with one door and no windows, but he was proud of it, and here the Christian Indians met. There was a platform at one end where we were to sit, and Mr. Campbell was there too. All the people sat on the hard earth floor, men, wo men, children, and papooses packed in like sardines. This service was a preparation for the commemoration of our Lord s Supper, and all the Indians stood up and told what they were sorry they had done. One big fellow said that he had stolen four horses ; but afterward he was very sad and took them back to the white man they belonged to, and asked his forgiveness ; so the white man said : "All right, John," and then he was happy again. A woman said she had told an un truth, but afterward she was so miserable she had to go and ask to be forgiven. After a while an old Indian woman got up and talked 282 LOT ? A SPOKANE CHIEF for a while, but Lot stopped her and told her to sit down. I asked Mr. Campbell what they were saying, and he told me she had been find ing fault with her neighbors, but the chief said : i You may tell us the wrong things you have done yourself, but you must n t tell us the bad things your neighbors have been do ing. Lot was very careful to make the peo ple of his band do what was right. Now Spokane Garry was the head chief of all Spokane Indians, and he asked me to meet him at an Indian Council. Garry was a small, pompous, querulous old man, not at all like Lot. He spoke English very loud and very fast, and was hard to understand. What he wanted me to know was that the Spokanes had helped the white settlers much more than the Nez Perces, and he thought the great Father at Washington ought to treat them as well and give them a reservation, as good a one as the Nez Perces had. 283 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN I told him I wished his Indians would all build houses and take up land like white men. Spokane Williams of Lot s band had done so, and was doing well. But Garry stopped me and said that white men s ways were not In dians ways. Indians liked to go from place - - * " to place and take their lodges with them. If they lived in houses they must stop in one place. I sent his request to Washington, but he died before there was any reply, and Lot became a leader and guide to all these people. I often saw Lot, and we had long talks about the Indians. He moved his people to a prai rie land where there was good water and plenty of trees, and here I visited him and felt as safe among these wild people as I do in my own home. But Lot always said, as Garry did, that Indians could not live like white men. He told me that if he could keep them together the old men and women would work while the young men could hunt partridges, 284 LOT, A SPOKANE CHIEF wild turkey, and deer, but if they tried to live as white men no one would work. Every time I saw Lot he talked in this way till I came to believe it was so, and when President Hayes and General Sherman came to Oregon I told them what Lot had said to me, and asked the President to give these Indians some land for their own. General Sherman agreed with me that this would be the best thing for every body, and the President signed a paper order ing enough land to be set aside for all the Spo kane people. So Lot had his wish. Some months afterward, when the Presi dent sent me orders to leave Washington Ter ritory and go to West Point, New York, Lot in his far-off reservation heard that I was go ing. He mounted his pony and with some of his braves rode three hundred miles to beg me to stay. He arrived in Portland, Oregon, just as I was going on board the ocean steamer, anchored in the Willamette River, 285 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN which was to take me to San Francisco. Lot was too excited to speak much English, but he found his way to my state-room and, big giant that he was, took me in his arms as if I were a small boy, saying, No, no ! you not go ! You stay here and we have peace ! Of course I could not stay, and after a while Lot understood that where the President sent me I must go, but we parted as if we were in deed brothers, and this noble Indian went back to his tribe to teach them what was best in life and to continue his good work for his people. 286 XVIII BED CLOUD FAR away in Wyoming lived the Sioux In dians, a fierce and warlike tribe. They called themselves Dakotas ; but their enemies said that when they fought they did every thing in a mean, hidden way so that it was hard to know what to expect, and they called them Sioux, which means " snake-like-ones. " To this tribe belonged a young brave who wanted very much to become a chief. His father was a fierce warrior and had taught him how to fight, but he was not satisfied to follow the leaders of his tribe, for he wanted to lead other Indians himself. When this young man was only eighteen years old he had already learned to use the bow, could ride Indian ponies and swim deep rivers, and 287 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN was a great buffalo-hunter ; besides, he often danced in war dances with older braves. In some way he managed to get a rifle which fired several times without reloading, and after that he began to feel of much more im portance than other young Indians. At first the young braves were angry with him, but he soon showed them that he was a skilful warrior, and before long many young Indians chose him for their leader. Now he could wear an eagle feather in his war bon net, and was a real chief. At this time Uncle Sam had promised to give each Indian a good blanket, and they were glad to get them. The blankets were all bright red, and when this young Indian and his followers, each wearing a red blanket, rode rapidly past, some one said, "See the Bed Cloud." From that time on the young leader was called l Eed Cloud, and so far as I know was never after given any other name. 288 RED CLOUD The Sioux Indians have a wonderful festi val which they call the sun dance. At this time all the braves try to show how much pain they can bear without flinching, and some people say it makes them tender-hearted. Certainly "Red Cloud" always could bear more than any other warrior, and yet his heart was fierce and warlike. In time the In dians came to fear him, and little by little he was chosen war chief of all the wild Dakotas or Sioux. He hated the white people, and when other Indians tried to make peace Red Cloud always said: "No; war, war!" Per haps he knew that just as soon as there was peace he would no longer be a chief, at any rate, he would not listen to any plan to stop fighting. Fort Phil Kearny in Wyoming was in the middle of the Indians country. One day word came to the major there that a party of soldiers who had gone to get firewood had 291 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN been attacked, and some were killed, the rest in great danger. The major at once sent out a rescue party under Captain Fetterman, but Bed Cloud was waiting with two thousand warriors, and not one white man escaped. Nobody could say now that Bed Cloud was not a great leader, and even Uncle Sam, how ever much he feared him, had to confess that he was " Chief of all the living Sioux Indi ans. " All the Sioux chiefs whose fathers had been chiefs before them were willing to give some Indian lands to the white people and live on a reservation, but Red Cloud said : "No, no; I want war," and the young war riors followed him in spite of the chiefs. He had many battles and would not stop fighting. At last, in 1874, the Indians came to one of Uncle Sam s army posts for a "big talk. 7 A Christian gentleman opened the talk with a prayer, and when he finished Red Cloud said 292 RED CLOUD that the Indians prayed to the Great Spirit too, so he would pray. Then he asked the Great Spirit to forbid the white men taking away the Indians land, and from wickedly destroying their homes where they and their fathers had lived for years and years. It was a wonderful prayer, and when Red Cloud sat down, every one kept very still, for they did not know what to say. Well, after the big talk, the Indians agreed to give up the land they had fought for, and went to live on what was called "Red Cloud Reservation. " But still peace did not come. They were always ready to break out, and every once in a while houses were burned, stages waylaid, and people killed. It was no use to wish for peace so long as Red Cloud wanted war. At last, after many years, the war chief be gan to feel that he could not win his fight, so very sadly he buried his tomahawk and signed what he called "a peace paper." But 293 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN he did not really love his white brothers, and when Uncle Sam wanted Indian scouts to help him fight in 1876, Red Cloud was angry, and sent some of his warriors to waylay the soldiers and Indian scouts. Then Uncle Sam said that Red Cloud could not expect to be a chief if he did such things, for the officers found that he was always planning to make trouble, and they put Spotted Tail, a chief who was frank and honest, in Red Cloud s place. But what good did that do when the young Indians loved Red Cloud and did what he said? And he kept them from working with their hands, and said braves must only hunt and fight, and would not try to keep peace or help Spotted Tail. Then at last, when Red Cloud was a very old man, more than eighty years old, he was sick for the first time in his life. He had to stay in his lodge and be taken care of, for he was too weak to move. Now he began to no- 294 Red Cloud RED CLOUD tice how kind every one was to him when he could do nothing for himself, and his heart was softened. When he was able to be up again and to go out into the woods, he was very happy, and began to be sorry for people who were not strong and well, though before he was sick he had always despised them. He saw how Uncle Sam was trying to take care of everybody in this big country of ours, and he said, "Indians must take land like white men, they must work with a plow and hoe, and they must read books and study/ Then there was peace in the north land, for the fiercest of all our Indian warriors had really surrendered. 297 XIX SITTING-BULL, THE GREAT DAKOTA LEADER TWO of our States, as boys and girls know from their geography, are called Dakota, one North Dakota, the other South Dakota, and this was also the name of Indian people of different tribes speaking the same language, who lived in the country north of the great Platte River, and between and along our two greatest rivers, the Missouri and the Mississippi. The word Dakota means united by compact, and there were several united tribes who called themselves the Dakotas. Sitting-Bull was a Dakota Indian. He was born near an old army station, Fort George, on Willow Creek, and his father was 298 SITTING-BULL Jumping-Bull. The Indian chiefs are very fond of giving boys new names when they begin to do something which their friends notice. If a boy runs fast with his head up, they call him "The Elk/ "The Deer," "The Wild Horse," or some such name. Or per haps if he has quick or sly ways, they name him "The Fox," "The Wolf," or "The Coyote." In North Dakota, at this time, there were great herds of buffalo, and the largest of them were the bulls. These were the leaders when a herd was running, swimming a river, or jumping across a gully. Even when a lad, Sitting-Bull s father could hunt for buffaloes, and quickly jump the deep gullies so frequent in that country, always with his bow in his hand, so his uncle, an Indian chief, named him Jumping-Bull. His son was a strange boy. His hair was straight like an Indian, but of a reddish- 299 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN brown color. His head was very large and his features were more regular in form than that of the Indian. He was so odd in his looks and his ways,* keeping much by himself, thinking and planning how best to have his own way, that his father named him when quite young, " Sacred Stand." Once, at ten years of age, he went with some hunters on a wild chase for buffaloes and came back to his father s wigwam very happy and proud, for he had succeeded in killing a buffalo-calf; but he did not have a new name till four years later. Then he waylaid an Indian, an enemy of his people, and shot him with an arrow. As soon as he saw that his foe could never rise again, he crept up to his head and cut off the top por tion of the skin with the hair belonging to it. This " scalp, " about as large as a silver dollar, he tied to his belt and carried to his home, full of joy and triumph, for he was 300 SITTING-BULL now a Brave among braves. After this he frequently made drawings of his totem, what we might call his family coat-of-arms. This was a buffalo-bull settled back on his haunches in a sitting posture, and from it the boy was named "Sitting-Bull." His second great feat was when he met a Crow Indian traveling along a trail claimed by the Dakotas. The Crow Indian was rid ing a horse, and had by his side, on another horse, his wife, with a baby strapped to her back. Sitting-Bull, on an Indian pony, charged this little cavalcade, succeeded in killing all three without getting a scratch, and made a rough picture of the exploit which he showed to his young companions. Chief Red Cloud had led the Indians in 1868 at the time when a large number of our men fell in battle near Fort Phil Kearny, and after that trouble a scout picked up an old roster-book which had once belonged to a 16 301 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN company of our soldiers. On its blank pages Sitting-Bull had made skeleton pictures, and each picture showed some wicked deed. The pictures were ridiculous enough, but they made a fairly good diary, and the meaning could not be mistaken. Nearly every record in the book was a sketch of Sitting-Bull and his victims. Sometimes he was killing white men, sometimes Indians, sometimes stealing and driving off herds of horses. A man s figure with a tall hat was enough to mean a white citizen, an uncouth bonnet showed a woman, stiff outlines gave Indian war feathers or a soldier s costume, and the book was a curious record of years when Sitting- Bull was a famous brave and a cruel, bad Indian. Uncle Sam was greatly disturbed about "The Black Hills " of South Dakota at this time. Some white men, roaming through the hills, found signs of gold. They began to dig 302 SITTING-BULL up the surface of the ground in many spots and to make deep holes and were sure there were large mines of gold there. The Dakotas insisted that these Hills all belonged to them. But the white men said that the Indians did not own "the whole earth," and tried hard to have the Indians sent away. This made Sitting-Bull very angry. He hated the white men more and more. He brought together thousands of Indians who were full of dis content and wanted to drive all white men from their country. A new band of Indians he formed and named " Strong-hearts. " These he brought from eight or ten tribes of the Dakotas to a queer place in Montana, called "The Bad Lands. " There were such deep gullies in clayey soil all around that neither horses nor buffaloes could leap over them, and this was Sitting-Bull s stronghold. He, himself, did not often go out to battle, for he was a medicine-man, not a warrior. 303 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN He would shut the flaps of his wigwam and stay hours, and sometimes days, inside, do ing what he called " making medicine/ He told the Indians that a powerful Spirit came to him at such times and gave him knowledge and orders. He had influence with the wildest Indian chiefs because they had a strange fear of medicine-men. They thought him a great prophet and teacher; with their bravest sol diers they went out from the Bad Lands as from a great fort, when he told them to, and fought many successful battles with our men. At last in 1876 General Terry, General Crook, and General Gibbon, with forces, from three different directions marched against Sitting-Bull and his "hostiles," who, about that time, came down from the Bad Lands and camped in four or five large villages with men, women, and children. His own village was near the middle of the great multitude 304 SITTING-BULL of wigwams. He declared that he had had a dream vision, and that he had seen in the vision soldiers coming. This soon came true and first came General Crook s troops from the south, but the Indians were so many the general stopped and waited for more soldiers. Next came some of Terry s and Ouster s men from the east. The Indians were now much excited, the women and children were hurried off westward to safer grounds, and the war riors rushed pell-mell to meet the soldiers. The Indians wounded many, killed many, and drove the rest to the bluffs above the Little Big Horn River. After this Sitting-Bull in his wigwam, "making his medicine" and talking to the Spirit, heard the news of General Ouster s rapid charge up the slopes toward the vil lages, and all Indian warriors say he was dreadfully afraid. He had his "Strong- hearts" all around him, but his own heart 305 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN did not remain strong. They say as soon as he heard that Long-Hair Ouster was com ing fast and furious, in great haste he took his family, mounted them on ponies, and, jumping upon his own horse, galloped to the west, till he had reached a place of safety. Now he sent out many Indian warriors, ten to one, against Ouster s brave men, and the Indians got around them and fought till not one soldier was left alive after the great bat tle called * Ouster s Massacre. But Sitting- Bull was miles away. After a time he re turned to his village because he had missed one of his twin-children, and when he reached his wigwam he found the child that he so much loved. The sounds of battle grew less and less and the conflict was over, but Sitting- Bull lost the good-will of his big chiefs be cause he was not there to share the danger and direct them when the storm was fiercest. His followers named the twins in fun "The- 306 SITTING-BULL One-Taken, " and " The-One-Left, " and they long lived to remind the Indians of their father speeding away from his greatest bat tle-field. After the battle the whole United States Army was sent to break up the Indian strong holds in and near the Bad Lands. The ablest warrior chiefs, Gall, Spotted Eagle, Lone Wolf, Lame Deer, and Crazy Horse were at last killed or conquered. And it was not long before Sitting-Bull and his "Strong- hearts," full of hatred and discontent, fled across the Canada line, where they were safe from attack. The other Indians who had fought and been beaten now went to the near est Indian reservation, and for a time there was peace among the Dakotas. At last Sitting-Bull succeeded in get ting back to the Grand Eiver in North Da kota, where he had a rough, but comfortable, house with some of his family. But it was 307 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN not long before the wide-awake Indian Agents and officers of the army found that Sitting-Bull was sending messages from camp-to camp and getting ready for another defiance of Uncle Sam s great army. They heard of ghost dances, but the real danger was from the plans of Sitting-Bull, plotting and mapping out another fearful outbreak of savage Indians. In December, 1890, General Ruger was commanding the department of Dakota. He was living at St. Paul, Minnesota, where were his headquarters. Here he heard that Sitting-Bull was fretful, sullen, and secretly reorganizing the " Strong-hearts. " Then General Rugbr telegraphed the commander at Fort Yates, near Standing Rock, to have Sitting-Bull arrested. The Indian Agent asked it as a favor that his forty Indian po licemen might make the arrest. They pro ceeded to his lodge, found him asleep, awak- 308 "He came out wild with anger" SITTING-BULL ened him, and forced him to come out. He came out wild with anger and called for his warriors to join him; one of the Indian policemen took his gun and ran toward Sit ting-Bull. Then firing began. Bull-Head, the chief of the policemen, was shot in the leg. He turned and fired at Sitting-Bull and other policemen did the same. Sitting-Bull did not live to speak another word, but the warriors kept fighting till the soldiers, near at hand, rode up and put an end to the affair. To look at Sitting-Bull one would say that he was always quiet and self-contained. In fact he did usually keep himself under con trol ; but he was cruel and almost heartless. He had practised cruelty to animals and men from his childhood, arid as long as he lived; he was full of passion, and often very angry. He was always imperious and insolent toward our generals, the Indian Agent, and other friends of the Great Father at Washington, 311 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN whom he claimed to hate. He had great talent and ability to plan campaigns and bat tles, wonderful influence in bringing them together, and mostly the discontented and criminals of every tribe of his nation flocked to his standard. Notwithstanding all this, as if conscious of a wir-^ed heart and fearing some punishment, he wa ^ afra-d of death, and aiways terrified when defeat stared him in the face. Though he planned the greatest victory which the Indiana ever gained over white men, Sitting-Bull himself was a coward, and disgraced hirrseii ? even before his own people by running awsy in the very face of success. 312 XX WASHAKIE, A SHOSHONE CHIEF, THE FRIEND OF THE WHITE MAN THE Sho shone Indians lived long ago in the Rocky Mountains, but they have gradually moved westward until now they live on the western side, where there are two wonderful springs which send water east ward and westward to flow into our two great oceans. The water from one flows through the Yellowstone Park to the Missouri River, and then by way of the Mississippi and the Gulf of Mexico to the Atlantic Ocean; while the other one flows westward into the Snake River and follows its many windings till at last it joins the Columbia, and after passing 313 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN the cascades, flows smoothly for one hundred and fifty miles till it reaches . the Pacific Ocean. Because these Indians live along the banks of the winding Snake River they are some times called "Snakes," but Shoshone is their Indian name. As long ago as 1836 Washington Irving tells us that Captain Bonneville met Sho shone Indians on his way to the Pacific Coast. Even then the chiefs came together, smoked - the peace pipe, burying their tomahawks and made up their minds to be good, peaceable Indians. A tribe of Indians usually takes its charac ter from the head chief. If he is a man who cares for his people, thinks for them, and leads them, then they follow and do what he says. Washakie was such a chief, and his people loved and followed him. He had a large 314 WASHAKIE country, four hundred miles square, called the Wind Eiver Beservation, and here he grouped his Indians in small villages about a beautiful spring of hot water which always flowed. At his request Uncle Sam had an army post near by, and for many years Wa- shakie had chosen to be the friend of the white man. Washakie was a tall, big man with fine eyes and a great deal of hair. He spoke broken English, but could make himself understood. He was a great eater, and it was always a mystery to me how one Indian could eat so much. He ate very politely, but it was like a giant taking his food. Washakie said: "I like meat, I like bread, I like vegetables ; I am big, so I eat much." And indeed he did, enough for two or three white men. He was a great buffalo-hunter, and usually wore a fox-skin robe which was very becoming to him, but before he sat down to eat he always 315 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN took off this outer fur coat, which he did not need except in the open air. The country where these Indians lived was very cold indeed. One of the stage-drivers, John Hanson, always tied shawls around his legs before he started on a trip, and he told me once that Bill Snooks, who drove the stage before he took it, froze both his legs when it was thirty degrees below zero, and that was nothing unusual ; so the Indians were glad to wear furs to keep them warm. Now there was a great deal of gold in the mountains where these Indians lived, and Sioux, Shoshones, Cheyennes, Crows, and others all agreed to sell their land, which was valuable for mining, to our government, and go where there was no gold, but good water and plenty of game. "Washington" agreed to pay the Indians for their land, and they moved away as they had promised, but the money did not come. - He told me of Ins latest battle" WASHAKIE The Indians all around Washakie had been sometimes friends to the white men and some times not, but when the money did not come they were ready to fight. They said: "You white men do not keep your pj^noises." Wa shakie was the only one who seemed to under stand that Washington was far away, and that the money must be voted by Congress be fore it could be paid. He would not fight, so the other Indians were angry with him, and a band of Crows attacked Washakie and his In dians. Now Washakie was a friend to white men, but he met the Crows in battle, drove them northward, and they were glad to run away as fast as they could, leaving their lodge poles behind them; so you see he could fight when he had to. I often met this good Chief and we were fast friends. Once when I went through the Yellowstone Park he told me of his latest bat tle. The Sioux Indians had been determined 319 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN to break the power of the Shoshones, to de feat them in battle, and carry them off cap tive. Led by young Bed Cloud, the son of the famous war chief, a band of Sioux came upon Washakie, but he had so drilled his men that they held every pass through the mountains, and fought so hard that the Sioux were obliged to give up, particularly as their young chief, Red Cloud, fell in the last attack. Washakie received praise from the Indian department for the ability with which he kept his Indians together, and the help he gave our officers and soldiers. He was always glad to see me, and in the Yellowstone Park sent Shoshone Jack with a band of Indians to ride just out of sight on all sides of us as a guard. We were as safe in that wild country with them around us as we would have been anywhere else in America. When Washakie was old, and his hair was very white, his eldest son, Washakie, was 320 WASHAKIE killed, not in battle but in a drinking-place. Some one gave him whisky, and when he was drunk he had a fight with a white man and was killed. Then the old Chief Washakie cov ered his head and refused to be comforted. He said: "My Indians have always been good. They are not lazy like the Arapa- hoes who drink whisky. [The Shoshones have a great contempt for the Arapahoes.] And my son is dead. For him to die in battle would have made me sad, but for him to die like an Arapahoe Indian breaks my heart. " For a long time he grieved, and ever after ward kept his head covered to remind himself and his friends of his deep sorrow, not be cause his son was gone, but because he had passed away in disgrace, as no Shoshone In dian should, to the Spirit Land. 17 321 XXI HOMILI, CHIEF OF THE WALLA WALLAS HOMILI, the chief of the Walla Wallas, lived in two places: a part of each year on the Umatilla Eeserve with the Uma- tillas, Cayuses, and other Columbia Eiver In dians who were willing to stay there with the government agent; and part of the year, in deed, the greater part of it, at what he called his home just above the steamboat landing near the hamlet of Wallula. On the Umatilla Eeserve^ Homili had good land, pasturage aH around for his ponies, and a good farm-house. He could raise wheat and vegetables, too. in plenty when he could make his tillicums (children and followers) work for him. But Homili was lazy and shift- 322 HOMILI less, and just managed to say "Yes, yes," to the good agent, Mr. Cornoyer, and to keep a poor garden-plot, and let Ms many ponies run about with the herds of horses which be longed to other Indians. Homili was always fat and hearty, and he loved best his queer home just above Wallula. More than ten miles broad is the strip of sand and gravel along the Columbia on the south side above and below Wallula; the first time I saw Homili he met me at the steamboat landing. He had with him four or five very poorly dressed Indians, wearing very long,, black, uncombed hair. Homili was dressed up for the occasion. He had on a cast-off army uni form buttoned to his throat, and an old stove pipe hat which had long since seen its best days. I wondered then how Homili could have found an officer s coat big enough for him, for while he was not a tall man he had so thickened up and broadened out that he FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN looked shorter than he was. One of his tilli- cums could talk English a little and the mis erable Chenook jargon a good deal. He called all food "mucky-milk," and used many queer words. He was the interpreter. Homili took me in at a glance : i Heap good. Arm gone. Tillicum s friend. " Homili s interpreter so delivered to me his first message. I said I was glad to see Chief Homili. He and I would be friends ! Homili wheezed and stammered, while he laughed aloud. Homili always laughed. Heap glad for such friend. Come over yon way and see my house and my tillicums. Homili has good heart, but poor house." In deed his lodge, where torn canvas was flying in the wind about some crooked lodge-poles, and where squaws and children were hanging listless and idle near the opening, was a poor house. The wind was blowing as it always did near Wallula. The sky was clear and it 324 HOMILI was a bright, comfortable day in June. My aide, Captain Boyle, was with me, and we went on to Homili s lodge. He had around him without any order rough, poverty- stricken lodges or wigwams of different sizes and shapes. His people with straight, black, coarse, dishevelled hair,, and ragged clothing to match, appeared to my inspection about as low and forlorn as any human beings I had ever seen. Cobblestones, thick in places, but usually scattered around, like potatoes spilled from a cart, were strewn on a foundation of sand, the surface of which every fresh breeze threw into the air. How could there be a more cheerless place to live in, where sage-brush had hard work to grow, and nothing what ever could be planted with the least hope of a crop? Homili had a rough bench beside his lodge. He motioned us to sit down while he stood with his Indian talker in front of us. As soon 325 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN as he could get his breath after our quick walk, Homili said: "This home better for Chief Homili!" "How is that, Homili ?" I asked. "Oh, Umatilla agent good man, but Uma- tilla Eeserve makes Homili a slave. Here til- licums all free, laugh and play, shoot sage- hens, fish in the river, do what they like. All his tillicums heap good !" I understood. Anything more, Homili ? I inquired. "Yes, Smoholly s my friend, my priest. He dreams great dreams, and he tells all the Columbia Indians, miles and miles up and down the great river, about the Great Spirit ; and often what s coming. He cures sick folks by good medicine and drumming. He s a great Indian Homili s friend. Umatilla agent don t want my friend, says Smoholly makes trouble. Not so, he makes my heart glad!" 326 Honiili took off his tall hat and shook it at us" HOMILI That was all, and we parted good friends. He rode a small half-starved Indian pony to see me off on the little "strap railroad" that then ran eastward to Fort Walla Walla thirty miles away. From the back platform of the only passenger-coach Boyle and I waved our hats to Chief Homili, for he rode on the side of the train for half a mile. A good smart pony could have kept up with that strap-rail train all the way, but thin grass, very poor sage-brush, and the fat Homili rid ing, half the time, did not allow his pony either proper food or strength, so that the good-natured, jolly chief and his mount soon fell behind what the Wallula white people called the " burro-cars. " Homili, losing the race, took off his tall hat and shook it at us for a good-by, and then turned back to the barren home of his choice. Two of his cross yellow Indian dogs, more like young wolves or fierce coyotes than civilized dogs, con- 329 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN tinued the race a while longer, hopping about near the engine and barking at the fireman who threw chunks of wood at them. At last they turned toward Wallula, dropping their tails behind them and looking at us as they passed for all the world as if they were ashamed of such a slow coach as ours. So ended my first visit with Homili. The next time I came up the Columbia I stayed overnight at the Wallula Hotel, a funny tavern, where the partition-walls were as thin as laths. My friend the tavern- keeper always gave me a room situated, as he said, in the " bosom of the family/ where I could hear everything that took place in all the house. I had hardly reached that lively inside room, when I was called to the office. "Two Indians want to see the General!" so the office boy called out at my door. On en tering the office I met two Indian messengers with a white man called Pambrun. Pambrun 330 HOMILI had an Indian wife, and could talk several Indian languages. He lived ten miles from Wallula toward Walla Walla, and was much respected by whites and Indians. The In dian messenger s speech was brief and clear, for Pambrun put it in good English. They had paddled across the Columbia from Smoholly s village. He wanted General Howard, the new commander of the soldiers, to come over the great river and see him and his tillicums; they had come together from many tribes. His village was opposite the Homili Falls, above where the Snake Eiver comes into the Columbia. I told Pambrun to tell the messenger to say to Smoholly that General Howard would remain the next day at Wallula, and that if Smoholly wished to see him during the day he could do so by com ing to Wallula. The rumor which troubled all the Indians of that up-country was that General Howard 331 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN had been ordered by the Washington Presi dent to put them all on the reservations to which they belonged. The Indians went back to Smoholly with my message, but he was afraid to put himself in my power, because he was the head and front of all the lawless bands which went roaming over the country Indians of whom the white settlers never ceased to be afraid. Then Pambrun sent Smoholly word that " Arm-cut-off " (the name Homili gave me) was a mild man and would do him no harm. Surrounded by a multitude of harem-scarem tillicums, men, women, and children, Smo holly, the next day, early in the afternoon, made his appearance at Wallula. The tavern-keeper gave us the use of his tumble-down store-house, an immense build ing large enough for Smoholly and his four hundred red folks to crowd into. My aide, Smoholly, the Umatilla agent, Pambrun, and 332 HOMILI I sat upon chairs perched on a long, broad box, which the tavern-keeper loaned us for a platform. It was a wild-looking set of sav ages down there that I looked upon, squatted upon the floor or standing by the back and sides of that roomy place. When Homili with a few followers came to honor our talk with his presence, I sent for another chair and seated him proud and laughing by my side. I took a long and searching look at Smoholly, and he did me a like favor, as if trying to read my thoughts. He was the strangest-looking hu man being I had ever seen. His body was short and shapeless, with high shoulders and hunched back ; scarcely any neck ; bandy legs, rather long for his body; but a wonderful head, finely formed and large. His eyes., wide open, were clear, and so expressive that thej gave kirn great power over_alljthe Indians that flocked to his village. That day Srno- holly wore a coarse gray suit, somewhat 333 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN ragged and much soiled. Over his head was a breezy bandana handkerchief, two corners tied under his chin and the wind, coming through the cracks of the store, kept his head- cover in motion all the time. Smoholly, who. had asked me to come, was requested through Mr. Pambrun to tell Gen eral Howard what he and his followers wanted. Smoholly covered his face with both hands and remained in silence like a man praying; then commenced his talk, using short sentences. Pambrun translated each sentence into good English. "Smoholly heard that General Howard, a great chief in war, had come to command all the soldiers. He heard also that there was a new President in Washington. Indians call him Great Father. Mr. Cornoyer, the Umatilla Indian agent, sent messengers to Chief Homili, Chief Thomas, Chief Skimia, and to Smo holly with words : l Come on the reservation. 334 HOMILI All Indians come now. If you don t come be fore one moon, General Howard, obeying the new President, will take his soldiers and make yon come to Umatilla or to some other government reserve/ Smoholly, the Spirit Chief of all the Columbia bands, who gives good medicine, who loves right and justice, now wants General Howard to tell Smoholly the Washington law." I answered: "I did not come to the Far West to make war, but to bring peace. Mr. Cornoyer has the law, he takes the law to the Indians. We will listen to him." Mr. Cornoyer began : You all know I am the Indians friend ; my wife is an Indian wo man, she is always your friend ; the law is for all the Indians to come on my reservation or some other, there are many other reserva tions. Why not come without trouble?" I said : Homili, I am sure, can answer that question. Chief Homili hemmed and hawed, 335 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN wheezed and laughed, and at last began his speech. Homili and his tillicums to go to Umatilla Reserve! Cornoyer gives Homili leave to visit his home, the home he loves, right up there where the winds blow, where the sand flies, where the stones are piled up. Smoholly is our good friend and we like to see his face. Smoholly is wise and has a good heart. I am done." I had no message from Washington, so I dismissed the council, saying I would write to the President what Smoholly, Mr. Cornoyer, and Homili had said. I was obliged to obey the President s law, and I think Smoholly would give good medicine if he taught all the Indians to obey the Washington law. The advice I gave worked well. Before Septem ber nearly all the Indians came to some res ervation and were quiet for some time. Homili, too, stayed more on the Umatilla Ee- 336 HOMILI serve, but lie and his pony made frequent visits to his wigwam among the stones of Wallula. To keep the Indians contented, Cornoyer, helped by his Indian wife, induced Homili and six other Indian chiefs to visit Washing ton. My aide, Major Boyle, took charge of the Indian Delegation on the journey both ways. When some young hoodlums in San Francisco saw them walking along Sutter Street, they put their hands to their mouths and made as they thought an Indian war- whoop. Homili was somewhat frightened; he thought it might be a white man s war cry, and he had no weapon, not even a bow and ar rows. He stammered and said, " Major Boyle, what s that! Insult unarmed Indi ans! We treated you and General Howard better in W T allula. White folks bad man ners ! On the overland railroad he liked most the 337 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN barren sands and long stretches of worthless country, better than cultivated fields, thriv ing villages, and prosperous cities. "Bad lands, you say; I like best, more like my sand and bushes on the Columbia. Homili saw the " Great Father/ but laughed and stammered too much to say anything except to Pambrun: "Tell the President that Homili always has a good heart. " Homili got very tired of Washington, and was homesick all the time. He kept saying : Mpucho tillicums (too .many people ) . His face brightened and his laugh had a happier ring when the steamer was going out of the Golden Gate into the great Pacific Ocean. Then Homili stammered: "Home, home!" His mind s eye was on the familiar scenes of the upper Columbia, and when the steamer had been a day or more at sea Homili caught sight of the shore two or three miles to the 338 HOMILI east and cried, i i Oh, oh, stop this boat and let Homilijgo over there, he wants to walk!" When I met the fat and jolly chief again he said: "You, General Howard, may like Washington, but," shaking his head with a disgusted frown, t i Homili best likes his home by the Columbia River. Stones and sands and Indian tillicums always kind, make him happy there. 18 339 XXII CUT-MOUTH JOHN I HAPPENED to know a Umatilla scout who bore the English name of Cut- Mouth John. The Umatilla tribe of Indians to which John belonged lived along the upper waters of the great Columbia Eiver. This country, called the "up-river country, " is used also by the Cayuses, Walla Wallas, and other Columbia Eiver Indians. There were many of them on the lands called reserva tions, and many others roaming about every where, far and near, like herds of wild horses on the great prairies of the West where there were no fences to stop them. I was then living in Portland, Oregon, and all the soldiers in that part of the country 340 CUT-MOUTH JOHN watered by the great western rivers, were under my command. I was to use the sol diers to keep peace all the time between the white inhabitants and the roaming red men. The whites were mostly farmers, cattle rais ers, and shepherds, who had made their homes in all the rich valleys, along the streams of water, and on the beautiful hills and green slopes of the mountains. These people wanted all the good land to pasture their herds and flocks; and the red men wanted the same land for hunting and for feeding their ponies and for gather ing for themselves things which grew without sowing or planting, such as camas, the wild onions, the berries, and the fruits of trees. There for many years the red men had found acres and acres of " bunch " grass which made their ponies lively and fat. But the white men, when they came, put up fences, bars, and gates. These 341 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN the red men, when they came along every spring, tore down and kept saying: "This land is ours. Our fathers had it before any white men came to this country." "Uncle Sam" then sent Colonel Watkins from Washington to Oregon and to the "up- river country" to talk with the red men, and to settle the troubles which everywhere had sprung up. I went with him on a large steamer up the Columbia. The steamer could go only to the Cascades. Here we changed to a train of cars for a few miles, going past some foam ing rapids as far as Celilo. There we had a smaller steamer which bore us through smooth water forty miles to the Dalles, a small village near that part of the Columbia where it tumbles foaming and roaring over more narrow rocky rapids. People say the river here is "on edge." Colonel Watkins, Captain Wilkinson, and I crossed to the north 342 CUT-MOUTH JOHN side of the Columbia and then went by rough roads over a broad shaggy mountain. We had with us an Indian chief, Skemiah, and his son, eight years old. I had taken them from prison and set them free upon Ske miah s promise of obedience to Uncle Sam s laws in the future. When well over the mountain we found the rich prairie, vast in extent and covered with the pretty cabins of the red men. It was called the Simcoe Eeser- vation, and the agent, tall as Abraham Lin coln, was called Father Wilbur. So the red men were named Simcoe Indians, the most of whom looked like our farmers dressed in clothing such as white men wear; but a few in one corner of the reservation still had on blankets and skins of animals. Father Wil bur called them Blanket Indians, these few were the restless roamers. Skemiah was their chief, and they were happy to see him again, and seemed more pleased when the 343 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN lad, his son, rode among them having on a pretty cap and a bright belt. Colonel Watkins and Father Wilbur called in many red men far and near for a meeting, so that we had a * big pow-wow. Smoholly, Moses, Indian Thomas, One-Eyed John, Young Chief of the Umatillas, and his friend the famous scout, named Cut-Mouth John, came together to meet us and many Sim- coe Indians near Father Wilbur s house; each chief had with him a few of his tribes men. It proved to be a great meeting; a council where white men and red men for two whole days spoke their minds to one another, and this gathering had the good result to keep nearly all the Indians who were north of the Columbia away from those terrible Nez Perces who were about to go on the war-path. The next day after the council in a nice large wagon drawn by good-sized mules, 344 An Indian scout CUT-MOUTH JOHN Watkins, Wilkinson, and I, escorted by Chief Stwyre and several Simcoes mounted on pon ies, went across the prairie, through the white settlements north of Simcoe, and then fol lowed the sluggish Yakima Eiver eastward for miles to its mouth, where it ran into the Columbia. Cut-Mouth John and two or three of Smoholly s men had come on with our escort. When the others, becoming weary, left us for their homes, they stayed with us all day. Smoholly had hastened on before us and crossed the broad Columbia in canoes before our arrival a little after sunset. Wil kinson became very ill. The mules and driver were too tired to go further. Wallula, the steamboat landing from which I must go up the Snake Eiver to Lewiston to see the Nez Perces, was twenty miles below. I thought I might go down the river in a small boat. At first the brave John and two red men offered to swim a half mile across 347 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN the Columbia and get a boat, but I would not allow them to risk that. Then they gave the Indian "whoop" several times and when an answer came from the other shore they cried in Indian : i i Send a boat for the white chiefs." Smoholly, across the river, had one made ready. After some delay two stalwart Indians could be heard paddling over what proved to be a long log dug-out, rather old and the worse for too much water soaking. Watkins and I ate our supper, Wilkinson being at first too ill to eat. We fixed a bed for him and placed him in the bottom of the dug-out. Cut-Mouth John took the steering paddle, and the other two crouched near the middle of the boat, paddling skilfully when necessary in the rapid river, while Colonel Watkins and I placed ourselves in front to watch the water, the shores, and the abundant stars in a cloudless sky. Pambrun, the inter preter, enabled us to talk with the Indians, 348 CUT-MOUTH JOHN and helped when necessary to manage our strange craft. It was a very dangerous and exciting passage. We ran into many dark eddies, avoided the small islands, and coursed swiftly through the Homily Eapids, roaring frightfully, enough to disturb our nerves. As we passed the mouth of the Snake River we shot into smoother water with the wind the current and the Indian paddles giving us the speed of a railroad train. About two o clock the next morning just as the dawn was appearing we reached the steamer landing at Wallula. The deck-hands were just ready to haul in the gang-plank when our strange boatload of people called to them. We were soon in safety upon the steamer s deck. Wilkinson had recovered from his illness, and as soon as possible ate a hearty breakfast with Watkins and myself in the steamboat galley. 349 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Mr. Bedington, who was a messenger for me during the Indian Wars, has told me sev eral facts about the faithful scout, Cut-Mouth John, who brought us so skilfully to safety in the ungainly dug-out. Cut-Mouth John was with our old officers long ago, campaign ing in that upper country of the Snake Eiver in pioneer days, and Redington thinks he was at a later period with General Sheridan in an Indian War in which the Simcoe Indians were against him. In one of those early wars, when the red men were trying to keep back the white men from taking their coun try, Cut-Mouth John was with our soldiers, became their friend, and remained with them all the time. Once the Indians had made a fort on the Powder Eiver, from which they believed that they could not be driven back. The scout John was a guide to our men. When he came near the fort he saw his own brother over 350 CUT-MOUTH JOHN there inside of the trenches, and he called to him with all his might to come out and leave those angry red men. But his brother said: "No, I will shoot you, John, if you come an other step my way." John was too brave to yield to his brother, so he led the charge upon the barricade. His brother kept his word and fired at him. The bullet only cut his lip or cheek, but disfigured him badly for life. The fort was captured and our soldiers praised John for his fear less conduct, and gave him the queer name. Cut-Mouth John was one of my scouts in the beautiful Blue Mountains during the Piute and Bannock war of 1878, and he was again with Lieutenant Farrow when he cap tured the red men called "Sheep Eaters," a small tribe in the Salmon River Mountains in the year 1879. Cut-Mouth John was then an old man, but he was full of life, being the last man to roll himself up in his saddle- 351 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN blanket at night, and the first one, long be fore sun-up, to turn out in the morning. His only reward for all his faithful service to " Uncle Sam" was to be made an Indian policeman on the Umatilla Reservation with the poor pay of five dollars a month. Once he came down to see me in Portland a short time before he passed over to the happy hunting grounds. He came in his sol dier uniform to my office. Who is this 1 9 9 I said gently, looking up. 1 i Don t you know me, General 1 I am your scout, i Cut-Mouth John. I am very, very sorry that the aged scout was neglected in his old age by the red men round about him. I am sure Uncle Sam would have done more for him had he known of his slim reward and poor, poor condition in those last days. He was a steadfast friend to the white men at all times, even to the end. 352 XXIII GERONIMO, THE LAST APACHE CHIEF ON THE WAR-PATH FAR off in the Dragoon Mountains where Captain Red Beard took me to see Cochise in his stronghold, lived the chief of a band of Apache Indians, called Geronimo. His Indian name was Go-khla-yeh, but after his first battle with the Mexicans he was called Geronimo, and the name was pro nounced after the Spanish fashion, as if it be gan with an H instead of a G Heronimo. When this Indian was a young man he went to Mexico to trade furs and beaded belts and moccasins for things the Indians use, and with him went his wife and many Indian men, 353 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN women, and children. The Indian men made a camp near a small Mexican city and left the women and children there while they went into the town to trade, but while they were gone some white people fired at those left in camp, and when Geronimo came back all his family were dead, and everything he had was destroyed. At first Geronimo was so sad that he could not eat or sleep, and wandered about in the woods as unhappy as any one could be ; then he began to be angry and wanted to fight all white men, and that is how he first made up his mind to go on the war-path. GEKONIMO was a very quiet man and yet he danced with the other Indians, pitched quoits with them, or played the game of poles. This is called the pole fight. The Indians draw two lines on the ground twenty steps apart; then an Indian, taking a pole ten or twelve feet long, grasps it in the middle and, swing- 354 GERONIMO ing it from right to left over his shoulders, runs from the first to the second line and casts the pole as far in front of him as he can. Geronimo was often the winner in games, for he played very well, especially a game called "Kah." 1 This is always played at night and a great fire gives light for it. Sides are chosen with four on a side; one side they call beasts, the other side birds. An old blanket or piece of canvas is propped up between the beasts and birds and on each side they dig four holes and put a moccasin in each hole. Then one of the birds is chosen by lot and while all the birds sing he hides a small piece of white bone in one of the moccasins. The beasts have clubs, and when the blanket is suddenly pulled away one of them points with his club to the hole where he thinks the bone is. If he is right his side is given a stick from a bundle like l For full description see "Geronimo s Life." 355 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN jackstraws held by an umpire. Those who win become birds and hide the bone. If they lose they remain beasts. When the jackstraws are all gone the game is over, and the side with most sticks wins. Geronimo played games and danced, but all the time his mind was on war and he did not love his white brothers, so he lived in the mountains and planned battles. Often he had for his house a short, scrubby tree with a hol low in the ground near its trunk. Here he spread a deer-skin for his bed and some woolen blankets on a large stone close by for a seat. I am sure the friendly red men in the 6 1 Never, never, never Land," where Peter Pan lives, must have been Apache Indians, and that Peter Pan and the other boys learned from them to live in hollow trees. Perhaps Geronimo may have known Peter Pan, only I suppose he called him by some Indian name of his own. At any rate, this 356 GERONIMO Indian chief lived very often in hollow trees, and liked that sort of a home very much. Geronimo was one of the Indian captains who was with Cochise when he decided that the Great Spirit wanted the Indians to make peace with the white men and eat bread with them. At that time most of the Indians were very happy to have peace, and Geronimo seemed quite as pleased as the others, though I believe he was not yet quite sure that it was time for peace to come. At any rate the great Cochise said it was, so Geronimo was ready to ride with us to meet the soldiers, and, as I was willing, he sprang up over my horse s tail and by a second spring came forward, threw his arms around me and so rode many miles on my horse. During that ride we be came friends and I think Geronimo trusted me, although he trembled very much when we came in sight of the soldiers near Camp Bowie. 19 357 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN Most of the Apache Indians kept peace fairly well after that, but the white people and Mexicans were not good to them, and Geronimo did not love his white brothers, so he was on the war-path again before long. Then Uncle Sam sent one of his officers to fight against Geronimo and his Indians, and they were made prisoners of war and taken far away from Arizona to the Mount Vernon Barracks in Alabama. Here they were fed and clothed and guarded. Their children were sent to school and they were all treated kindly, but they were prisoners and could not go away. In 1889 I went to Mount Vernon Barracks, and the first man I saw as I got out of the train was Geronimo. He had a bundle of canes of different sorts of wood, which he had peeled and painted and was selling them one by one. When he caught sight of me he passed his canes to another Indian and ran to 358 "We came in sight of the soldiers near Camp Bowie" GERONIMO meet me. I could not understand his Apache, but he embraced me twice and called his Mex ican name, * Geronimo, " " Geronimo, many times so that I should be sure to know who he was. Then he got an interpreter and came to talk with me. "I am a school superintend ent now," he said. "We have fine lady teachers. All the children go to their school. I make them. I want them to be white chil dren. 77 From among the Indians at Mount Vernon Barracks there were formed two com panies of soldiers, each of fifty Indians. Ger onimo was very proud of them and kept saying, "Heap big! Tatah; heap good!" and he told them to do their best to keep their uni forms bright and clean, to make their gun- barrels shine and never have dust on their shoes. But though Geronimo tried his best to be happy and contented, he was homesick for Arizona and begged me to speak to the Presi dent for him. "Indians sick here," he said, 361 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN "air bad and water bad." I told him that there would be no peace in Arizona if the In dians went back to the Chiricalma Mountains, for the Great Father at Washington could not control the Mexicans and white people there and make them do what was right ; and Geronimo tried to understand. He still helped the teachers and stayed, himself, much of the time with the children to help keep or der, but though he was doing his best to make his own people better, still he did not love his white brothers. Geronimo was taken to the Omaha and Buffalo Expositions, but he was sullen and quiet, and took no interest in anything. Then at last all the Apache Indians were sent west again to the Indian Territory near Fort Sill, Oklahoma Territory, and here Geronimo be gan to go to church and became a Christian Indian. The last time I saw him he was at the St. 362 GERONIMO Louis Exposition with the "Wild West Show." He stayed in St. Louis for several months, for people wanted to see him as much as they did the Filipinos from Manila, the Boers from South Africa, or the Eskimos from Alaska, and hardly any one went away without asking to see Geronimo, the great Apache war chief. His photo graphs were in great demand, and he had learned to write his name, so he sold his auto graphs and made a good deal of money. He wanted to see other Indians, too, especially Indians who were not Apaches. He was very much interested in other people from all over the world, the strange things that showmen did, the animals he had never seen before bears from the icy north, elephants from Africa, learned horses, and other things new and strange. Nothing escaped him, and everything he saw was full of interest to him. Since he had become a Christian he was try- 363 FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS I HAVE KNOWN ing to understand our civilization and, at last, after many years, Geronimo ? the last Apache chief, was happy and joyful, for he had learned to try and be good to everybody and to love his white brothers. i y * I p A 2. 1 364 RETURN CIRCULATION DEPARTMENT TO "i^ 202 Main Library LOAN PERIOD 1 HOME USE 2 3 4 5 6 ALL BOOKS MAY BE RECALLED AFTER 7 DAYS 1 -month loans may be renewed by calling 642-3405 6-month loans may be recharged by bringing books to Circulation De Renewals and recharges may be made 4 days prior to due date DUE AS STAMPED BELOW IS i L* . LUAN gEC.ciR. 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