Every redskin believed that he could not be injured.  None of them had any fear of battle, or any suspicions that he could be injured in the course of the great holy war that was to come.

CHAPTER XII

In November, 1890, I was returning from Europe with my Wild West Company.  When the New York pilot came aboard he brought a big packet of papers.  That was before the days of wireless, and we had had no tidings of what was going on in the world since we had left the other side.

As he came up the ladder he recognized me, and shouted:  “Colonel, there’s a big Indian war started!  I guess you’ll be needed out there.”

I seized the papers and eagerly read the details of the threatened outbreak.  I was not surprised when, on arriving at Quarantine, I was handed a telegram from General Miles.

I was requested to come to Chicago as soon as possible, and to telegraph the time of my arrival.  Canceling all New York engagements, I caught the first train for the West, and in thirty-six hours reported to General Miles in his headquarters.

He briefly described to me what had been happening and went over with me the maps of the Western States where the Indians were getting ready for war.  He said that it was his understanding that the Bad Lands of North Dakota had been selected as the battle-ground by the Indians, and asked me to give him all the information I possessed about that country and its accessibility for troops.

Miles was about to leave for the Pine Ridge Agency, and take command of the campaign to put down the Indians.

I was thoroughly familiar with the Bad Lands, and spent an hour or more in discussing the coming campaign with the general.  We both agreed that the Indians had selected a particularly good country for their uprising, and an especially good season, as in winter, with the hills covered with snow, and blizzards of almost daily occurrence, it would be far harder to hunt them out than in summer, when the troops could travel easily.

Miles said that Sitting Bull had his camp somewhere within forty or fifty miles of the Standing Rock Agency, and was haranguing the Indians thereabout, spreading the Messiah talk and getting them to join him.  He asked me if I could go immediately to Standing Rock and Fort Yates, and thence to Sitting Bull’s camp.

He knew that I was an old friend of the chief, and he believed that if any one could induce the old fox to abandon his plans for a general war I could.  If I could not dissuade him from the warpath the general was of the opinion that I might be able to delay him in taking it, so that troops could be sent into the country in time to prevent a horrible massacre of the defenseless white settlers, who were already in terror of their lives.

I knew that this would be the most dangerous undertaking of my career.  I was sure that if I could reach Sitting Bull he would at least listen to me.  But in the present inflamed state of the Indian mind it would be next to impossible to get to his camp alive.