f Reno, he was attacked by a
band of Indians while he and his escort of a sergeant, eight men, four
citizens, two teamsters, and servant, were eating supper at Camp Dry
Fork, on Powder River. The distance between the two posts is
ninety-five miles. Springing to their feet, the soldiers fought off the
Indians till they could harness the teams and start for Fort Reno. The
fight was very severe, the Indians having every advantage of position,
as they skulk over the bluffs and come in upon soldiers and others when
least expected. By a bold dash at them, Lieutenant D---- succeeded in
driving them off. They had shot an arrow into the shoulder of a dog
belonging to one of the soldiers. The dog ran towards Reno, _carrying
the arrow all the way_ (seventeen miles), _sticking into the poor
creature's hide_, causing him immense pain. And when he came in, his
appearance apprised the commanding officer of the condition Lieutenant
D---- and his handful of men were in, and he at once sent a
reinforcement of two companies to rescue the besieged. This was the
only way they had of knowing that the party were attacked, and no
wonder it was regarded as a providential circumstance.

All reached Fetterman in safety the next evening, and the dog is still
a hero among the boys of Company D, 18th United States Infantry.

SPEECH OF "WHITE SHIELD," HEAD CHIEF OF THE ARICKAREES.

FORT BERTHOLD, D. T., July 2d, 1864.

I speak for my brothers, the Arickarees, Gros Ventres, and
Mandaris. We all live in peace in the same village, as you see us.
We have a long time been the friends of the white man, and we will
still be. Our grandfathers, the Black Bear of the Arickarees, and
the Four Bears of the Gros Ventres, were at the treaty with our
white brothers on the Platte a long time ago. They told us to be
the friends of our white brothers, and not go to war with our
neighbors, the Dakota Sioux, Chippewas, Crees, Assinaboines, Crows,
or Blackfeet.

We listened to their words as long as they were heard in council.
They have both been killed by the Dakotas; we have none left among
us who heard the talk at the treaty on the Platte.

We want a new treaty with our Great Father. We want him to tell us
where we must live. We own the country from Heart River to the
Black Hills, from there to the Yellowstone River, and north to
Moose River.

We are afraid of the Dakotas; they wil