ted
when he came out. He then got up in a tree and when the water became
still again, there was the wolf down in the water again, so the man got
down and tied a rope around his belt, piled some rocks on his side so he
could stay down there long enough to get the wolf. During all this time
the wolf was on the branch of the tree above him; the reflection of the
wolf was in the water. When the man got down in the water, the weight of
the rocks held him there, and he began to struggle to get out, and just
barely succeeded in getting out of the water. Just as he got out of the
water, he looked up and saw the wolf on the top of the tree. The man's
sides were so filled with stones that he had great difficulty in getting
up the steep bank, so much so that he could hardly crawl to the top of the
bank, and as he was struggling to get out, the wolf finished eating the
meat, jumped down, and ran away. So ends the story.

The life of the Indian is complex. To gather up the sixty-eight years of
this man's life means that we round out a problem of infinite dimensions.
His cradle lullaby, a war song; his earliest memories, stained with the
blood of the white man; his unshaken valour on the field of battle; scars
left on his soul by the broken treaties of the white man; his devotion to
the mysterious gods in the pantheon of Nature; his unrequited lament at
the loss of the buffalo; his natural eloquence born from the throne room
of Nature: his final love of peace and acceptance of the shining face of
the Son of Righteousness all lay upon civilization the heavy hand of
condemnation.

[Chief White Horse]

Chief White Horse

Chief White Horse

"My father told me I was born in the Black Hills. Ever since I can
remember my people have lived on the shores of the Bad River, South
Dakota. While I lived there I saw the white people for the first time
coming up the river in the big boats. At this time the buffalo were on
both sides of the Missouri River, and there was plenty of game and we were
all living fat at that time. It was not very long before the fort was
built at the mouth of the Bad River. My father liked to be with the white
people, and we were up at the store a good deal. The fort finally became
a great trading post. The Indians brought in skins of the various
animals, such as beaver, wolf, fox, panther, and buffalo. While I was
still a young boy