1 did run, like a deer, through the storm of bullets.
His uniform was cut, but he was unharmed. He ran eight or ten miles.

Bull Head and Shave Head were disabled. Fourth Sergeant Little Eagle,
Private Afraid-of-soldiers, were lying dead; Special Policeman Hawk Man
No. 2 and John Armstrong were nearly dead; Private Middle was bleeding
badly.

Sitting Bull was stone dead. So was young Crow Foot; so were Ghost
Dancers Catch-the-bear, Blackbird, Little Assiniboin, Chief Spotted
Horn Bull; Chief Brave Thunder and Chase, another Dancer, were fatally
wounded.

The fight had lasted only a few minutes. Now the Red Tomahawk men
carried their dead and wounded into the Sitting Bull large cabin, to
stand off the Ghost Dancers until the soldiers came.

They occupied the corral, too, and kept the Ghost Dancers from getting
the ponies that had been put there in readiness for fleeing to the Bad
Lands.

For two hours they held their own, against the raging mob, because they
had been sworn into the service of the United States Government. But
they did not shoot to kill, except in defense of their own lives. They
were Sioux, and had relatives and old-time friends among those people
outside.

When the cavalry galloped into sight, over the hill beyond, Red
Tomahawk raised a white flag, as a signal. But the soldiers either did
not see, or else thought it was a trick; for they brought a cannon and
fired two shells at the cabin.

So Red Tomahawk ordered his men out of the cabin, and mounted them in
line upon their horses. Then he took the white flag and rode forward
alone, until the soldiers saw who he was, and that the men behind him
were the loyal police.

The fighting Ghost Dancers ran away. Captain Fechet did not pursue
them far. He sent word to them that they had better come back, and
they would not be harmed. Sitting Bull was dead, and their religion
had not protected them from bullets.

Many did come back, cured of their craze. Only a few joined the Bad
Lands Ghost Dancers.

When the news of the death of Sitting Bull, by bullets, was carried
into the Bad Lands, and several leaders on the reservation had
surrendered, the Indians in the Bad Lands broke camp, to return to
their reservations. But some clung to their Ghost shirts. Their
hearts were set upon the promises of the Messiah.

When they were gathered near Wounded Knee Creek, on the Pine Ridge
reservation, and the soldiers were about to disarm them, on