n-tyi-waatyi.

BULL SNAKE, an eminent Crow warrior and scout, bearing the Indian name of
Ear-Ous-Sah-Chee-dups, signifying Male Snake.

MOUNTAIN CHIEF, Chief of the Blackfoot Tribe, bearing the Indian name of
Omaq-kat-tsa, signifying Big Brave.

CHIEF RED CLOUD, Chief of the Ogallalla Sioux, bearing the Indian name of
Marpiya-Luta.

CHIEF TWO MOONS, Head Chief of the Northern Cheyennes, bearing the Indian
name of Ish-hayu-Nishus, meaning Two Moons or Two Suns.

WHITE-MAN-RUNS-HIM, Chief of the Custer scouts, an eminent Crow warrior,
bearing the Indian name of Mias-tas-hede-Karoos, signifying The White Man
Runs Him.

HAIRY MOCCASIN, a noted Custer scout, of the Crow Tribe, bearing the
Indian name of Esup-ewyshes.

CURLY, a noted Custer scout, of the Crow Tribe, bearing the Indian name of
Shes-his.

GOES-AHEAD, a noted Custer scout, of the Crow Tribe, bearing the Indian
name of Basuk-Ose, signifying Goes First.

[A Glimpse Backward]

A Glimpse Backward

INDIAN IMPRINTS A GLIMPSE BACKWARD

We are exchanging salutations with the uncalendared ages of the red man.
We are measuring footsteps with moccasined feet whose trail leads along
the receding sands of the western ocean. A bit of red colour set in
immemorial time, now a silent sentinel, weeping unshed tears with eyes
peering into a pitiless desert.

Life without humour is intolerable. The life of the Indian has been a
series of long and bitter tragedies. There is a look in his face of
bronze that frightens us, a tone lights up the gamut of his voice that
makes it unlike any other voice we have ever heard--a voice that will echo
in the tomb of time--a Spartan courage that shall be regnant a millennium
beyond the Thermopylae of his race.

We have come to the day of audit. Annihilation is not a cheerful word,
but it is coined from the alphabet of Indian life and heralds the infinite
pathos of a vanishing race. We are at the end of historical origins. The
impression is profound.

A vision of the past and future confronts us. What we see is more
wonderful than a view the points of which can be easily determined. We
behold a dead sea of men under the empty and silent morning, a hollow land
into which have flowed thousands upon thousands--at last the echo of a
child's cry. The door of the Indian's yesterdays opens to a new world--a
world unpeopled with red men, but whose population fil