reting for him, "you are head man of
the Yanktonnais. I offer you this pipe. Let us smoke. We are at peace.
We are children of the Great Father, and I do not bring war. I have
put a flag outside the lodge. It is your flag. You must keep it. Each
night you must take it down, roll it up, and put it in a parfleche, so
that it will not be torn or soiled. Whenever you have a great feast,
or meet other peoples, let it fly at your door. It is because you are
a chief that I give you this flag. I gave one to the Omahas, another
to the Otoes. Let there be no more war between you. You are under one
flag now.

"I give you this medal, Weucha, this picture on white iron. See, it
has the picture of the Great Father himself, my chief, who lives where
the sun rises. I also give you this writing, where I have made my
sign, and where the red-headed chief, my brother, has made his sign.
Keep these things, so that any who come here may know that you are our
friends, that you are the children of the Great Father.

"Weucha, they told us that the Sioux were bad in heart, that you would
say we could not go up the river. Our Great Father has sent us up the
river, and we must go. Tomorrow our boats must be on their course. If
the Great Father has such medicine as this I give you, do you think we
could go back to him and say the Sioux would not let us pass? You have
seen that we are not afraid, that we are chiefs--we can do what you
can do. Can you do what we can? Can you make the thunder come? Is
there any among you who has a black skin, like the man with us? Are
any of your men able to strike the eye of a deer, the head of a
grouse, at fifty paces with the rifle? All of my men can do that.

"I give you these presents--these lace coats for your great men, these
hats also, such as we wear, because you are our brothers, and are
chiefs. A little powder, a few balls, I give you, because we think you
want them. I give you a little tobacco for your pipes. If my words
sound good in your ears, I will send a talking paper to the Great
Father, and tell him that you are his children."

Deep-throated exclamations of approval met this speech. Weucha took
the pipe. He arose himself, a tall and powerful man, splendidly clad
in savage fashion, and spoke as the born leader that he also was. He
pledged the loyalty of the Sioux and the freedom of the river.

"I give you the horse you rode this morning," said Weucha to
Lewis, "the black runner. To you, red-hair