ve the work for others to do. During
my younger days I had a big herd of cattle and horses, but as the years
have come over me, I am not able to look after my stock any more. I
consider the greatest event in my life the assistance I rendered in the
capture and killing of Chief Eagan, war chief of the Piutes, during the
Bannock or Sheep-Eater war. These Bannock Indians created great
destruction wherever they went; they burned my tepee and killed over
seventy head of my cattle. I did not know at that time how many cattle I
had, because there was not any one around to steal them. This led me to
go on the warpath against the Bannocks."

"This country all looks familiar to me because, in my younger days, I
travelled all over these prairies fighting the Sioux Indians who had
stolen horses from my tribe. Again I have travelled all over this country
many times, long years ago, as we came here to hunt the buffalo. I had a
number of fast horses, with which I could easily kill as many buffalo as I
wanted, but I only killed as many as I needed to last for a few days.
When I came here the other day to meet all these chiefs, and I looked at
this country for the last time, I felt lonesome when I saw how it was all
changed, and all of the buffalo gone out of the country, for I could still
see traces of these large animals. It is easy for an old hunter to
discover these buffalo trails, for they all walked in the same place, and
now the rains of many moons have cut those trails deep, just as if a man
had been irrigating some field. I can scarcely see, but my eyes could
find the old trail. The buffalo has gone, and I am soon going."

[Chief Runs the Enemy]

Chief Runs the Enemy

Chief Runs-the-Enemy

Imagine a Roman warrior with clear-cut visage and flashing eye, his face
written all over with battle lines, his voice running the entire gamut
from rage to mirth, and you have a mental picture of Chief Runs-the-Enemy,
a tall, wiry Teton Sioux whose more than sixty-four years of life have
crossed many a battlefield and won many a triumph. From boyhood days a
ringing challenge to battle seemed ever vibrant in the air he breathed.
When I asked him to let me drink at some of the secret springs of his life
his very first sentence contained the ring of battle!

"The first thing that I remember is that my father made me a bow and
arrow; it was a small bow and arrow, and