ression upon me than the sun dance. It was always held
in May, a beautiful time of the year, and as we young people watched the
various phases of the dance, both young men and young women desired to do
right that we might have our share in this wonderful ceremony."

This passing allusion to one of the great Indian rites and its influence
upon Indian character may lead the reader to follow further into this
weird enactment.

Another chieftain has been folded in his blanket. The war-bonnet and
war-shirt he wears in the picture we made of him were laid beside him in
his last sleep, emblems of his last battle and tokens of his final
conquest.

[Chief Bull Snake]

Chief Bull Snake

Bull Snake

Old Bull Snake, or Snake Bull's, Indian name is Ear-Ous-Sah-Chee-dups,
which means male snake. Years ago when far from camp he was bitten by a
rattlesnake. The only companion with him did all within his power to save
his friend. The death stupor was coming on, and his companion hurried to
the camp with the tidings. His relations rushed to the rescue. He
finally recovered and has ever since been called Bull Snake. It is a
fitting appellation for this grizzled warrior of sixty-eight years. The
bow and arrow became the plaything of his boyhood days. With it he sought
the lair of wild things and shot with glee the buffalo calf; his final
strength winging the arrow through the heart of the buffalo bull. Then
came the days of the war trail, eager, savage days--days when the hated foe
was pursued on foot and the warpath was followed for very love of war.
This passion for war led him to the camp of General Crook, where he was
assigned the task of trailing the hostile Sioux. The further story of
Bull Snake is best told in his own words:

"At that time I must have been about twenty-three years old. We moved
down to the Little Rosebud. I was the first of the scouts to discover the
Sioux who were approaching us. After I reported, I mounted my horse and
in company with two other scouts went over to locate the Sioux. We found
ten Sioux and began to fight. My companions with both of their horses
were killed. Then the battle of the Little Rosebud began. The Sioux and
Cheyennes were all circling about us. General Crook sent for me. The
entire command was surrounded. I thought it was my last day. I asked to
be allowed to make a dash for a weak point in the li