d only gave a grunt of qualified satisfaction, or
reservation. I should think there would be no difficulty in introducing
such work, as the squaws will readily labor on anything that promises
to add to their comfort or adornment of their persons.

Then quite an amusing incident occurred, which I must relate, though
the joke was upon myself, or my friend, Mr. G----. Seeing a tall young
squaw standing in front of her tent, I said, "Let us go and see what
she is doing." She had made her morning toilet, and was very prettily
dressed in gay colors, with a long red shawl on, coming down to her
feet. I should say the entrance to the tepees or tents is through a
hole hidden by a round hoop, covered with deer-skin, hanging by a
string only, so as to be thrust aside easily when one wants to enter.

I said to her, "Me wa-se-na-cha-wa-kon!" That is to say, I am a
medicine-man, or minister of the Great Spirit. "Wa-kon" means Great
Spirit. Looking first at me, then at Mr. G----, she raised her finger
and said, "Me no want." Then she turned and rushed into her tent,--shot
in like a prairie-dog into his hole,--leaving us to feel rather silly
by being so suddenly "cut" by a young beauty on the plains. I said,
"Mr. G----, she evidently don't like your good looks or mine," and we
walked off quite mortified. The interpreter explained her conduct,
saying she was not "sick," and therefore did not want any "charm" to
make her well.

Here I saw an Indian child, five years old, dressed in a most elegant
suit of buckskin, embroidered with beads and horse-hair of various
colors. The frock came below the knees, with a handsome fringe at the
bottom, and underneath the little fellow wore leggins and moccasins. I
never saw any child dressed so beautiful or looking like a little
prince, as he was, of the tribe. I would have given fifty dollars for
the "outfit," if I had a child to wear it. How is it that these rude
children of nature can do such beautiful bead-work,--all of the figures
as regular as if laid out by geometrical rule,--or as perfect as any
lady could make the figures of an afghan?

This station of the Union Pacific Railroad is just beyond the crossing
of the Platte River, of half a mile in width.

It is an important little place of a few hundred people, on account of
the machine-shops and round-house for locomotives, and as one of the
main points where Indians cross from Dakota to the Republican River
when on hunting expeditions. He