a little fearful of the Sioux; but said that if
they were given provisions, they would stay away from the white trail.

When the Cheyennes returned to the Sioux, Red Cloud asked them what the
white chief had said.

"Is he going back to the Powder River?"

"No," answered Black Horse, of the Cheyennes. "The white chief will
not go back, and his soldiers will go on."

"What presents did he give you?"

"All we wanted to eat. He wishes the Sioux and the Cheyennes and all
the other Indians to go to Fort Laramie, and sign the treaty, and get
more presents. I think that we had better take the white man's hand
and presents, rather than fight him and lose everything."

"No!" replied Red Cloud. "The white man lies and steals. My lodges
were many; now they are few. The white man wants all. He must fight,
and the Indian will die where his fathers died."

With that, the Sioux unstrung their bows and whipped the Cheyennes on
the face and back, crying, "Coup!" as if they were striking the enemy.

So Black Horse sent word that the Sioux intended war.

The fort was named Fort Phil Kearney. It was built of timber cut in
the pine woods seven miles distant, and was surrounded by a palisade or
high fence of thick pickets set upright.

Saw mills were placed in the woods, and the wood-camps were protected
by block-houses. Almost one hundred wagons were used, to haul the logs
and boards.

One hundred miles onward, another fort was started: Fort C. F. Smith.

The Crows informed Colonel Carrington that Red Cloud had tried to
enlist even them--that all the Sioux were uniting to drive out the
white men from this region, and that in the fall there would be a "big
fight" at the two forts.

White Mouth and Rotten Tail said that they were half a day in riding
through the Sioux village; there were fifteen hundred lodges. In
truth, Chief Red Cloud had over two thousand warriors, with whom to
stand in the path.

And there he stood. Nobody might doubt that. His raiders watched
every mile of the trail back to Powder River, and not an emigrant train
got through. He himself, with two thousand warriors, guarded Fort
Kearney, where the white chief lived.

Nobody might venture from it to hunt game. The wood wagons might move
only when many together and well armed. Not a load of hay could be
brought in without strong escort. After a time no mail could be sent
on to Fort Smith.

Colonel Carrington had five companies of infantry