a rough
trail, in four hours and a quarter.

Other couriers were dispatched, to take orders to the police squads
stationed elsewhere. Lieutenant Bull Head was to have thirty-eight
regular police and four specials, with First Sergeant Shave Head as his
assistant.

Two troops of the Eighth Cavalry under Captain E. G. Fechet were to be
stationed on the trail part way to Sitting Bull's camp, in readiness to
support Lieutenant Bull Head, if necessary.

The Ghost Dancers had been guarding Sitting Bull's house, for several
nights; but this night of December 14 they had danced until they were
tired out.

When before sunrise in the morning Lieutenant Bull Head led his troops
into the camp, few persons were stirring. Before the camp, which
extended several miles along the Grand River, could pass the word that
the police were there, Lieutenant Bull Head had rapidly thrown a line
of dismounted police around the houses of Sitting Bull.

There were two log cabins, one larger than the other. The police did
not know in which cabin Sitting Bull would be found. Lieutenant Bull
Head ordered eight policemen to enter the smaller cabin; he and First
Sergeant Shave Head and ten other policemen entered the larger cabin.

Sitting Bull was here, asleep on the floor, with his two wives and his
son Crow Foot, seventeen years old.

His wives saw the police standing over them, and began to cry. Sitting
Bull sat up.

"What is wanted?" he asked, but he knew very well.

Lieutenant Bull Head briefly told him.

"You are under arrest, and must go to the agency."

"Very well," answered Sitting Bull, calmly. "I will dress and go with
you."

"Bring me my best clothes," he said to his wives. "And I shall want my
best horse--the gray horse."

His clothes were brought. Sergeant Shave Head ordered one of the
policemen to saddle the gray horse and have it at the door.

While he dressed, Sitting Bull began to complain, and to scold the
police for arresting him, who was a Sioux and an old man, when they
were Sioux, themselves. But Lieutenant Bull Head said nothing. He was
here to do his duty.

He placed himself upon one side of Sitting Bull; First Sergeant Shave
Head took the other side, Second Sergeant Red Tomahawk closed in
behind; and they all went out.

Now trouble awaited them. One hundred and fifty angry Ghost Dancers
had gathered. They were armed, they were yelling threats, they were
jostling the line of police and shoving