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THREE SIOUX SCOUTS
BY
ELMER RUSSELL GREGOR
AUTHOR OF "THE WAR TRAIL,"
"SPOTTED DEER," "THE WHITE WOLF,"
"RUNNING FOX," "WHITE OTTER," ETC.
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
NEW YORK :: 1924 :: LONDON
COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. WATCHING FOR BUFFALOES 1
II. MYSTERIOUS SIGNALS 11
III. OLD ENEMIES 23
IV. TRAILING A WAR PARTY 39
V. OFF TO WARN THE CHEYENNES 53
VI. A PERILOUS MISSION 64
VII. RED DOG'S STRATAGEM 74
VIII. THE ATTACK ON THE CAMP 88
IX. PAWNEES 100
X. A DESPERATE CHASE 113
XI. A NIGHT OF SURPRISES 124
XII. FRIENDS 137
XIII. THE ABANDONED CAMP 149
XIV. IN PURSUIT OF THE KIOWAS 162
XV. DARING SCOUTS 176
XVI. A THRILLING RESCUE 187
XVII. DISASTER 205
XVIII. REENFORCEMENTS 218
XIX. THE PAWNEES AT BAY 230
XX. A HARD WON VICTORY 242
THREE SIOUX SCOUTS
CHAPTER I
WATCHING FOR BUFFALOES
White Otter, the famous young war chief of the Ogalala Sioux, and his
friends Sun Bird and Little Raven, of the Minneconjoux tribe, were
searching the plains for buffaloes. It was early spring, the time of
The-new-grass-moon, and the Sioux were expecting the great buffalo
herds on their migration northward from the winter feeding grounds.
"Pretty soon Ta-tan-ka will come--then we will have some good days and
plenty of meat," White Otter told his friends. "Yellow Horse is
singing the Medicine Songs to bring the buffaloes. They will come."
"My father does that," said Sun Bird. "I have seen him do it many
times."
"Your father is a great Medicine Person, like Yellow Horse," declared
White Otter.
Although the villages of the Ogalalas and the Minneconjoux were many
days' travel apart, the young warriors visited one another with
considerable frequency. The year previous White Otter had accompanied
the Minneconjoux on a great war expedition against the Blackfeet. Now
Sun Bird and his brother, Little Raven, had come to the Ogalala
village to participate in the spring buffalo hunt.
The three young scouts made an impressive appearance as they cantered
across the plain on their speedy little hunting ponies. White Otter
was tall and lithe. Sun Bird was considerably shorter, and heavier in
physique. Little Raven was younger and less matured in face and
stature. All showed the characteristics of the Dacotah warrior. They
were fearless, cautious and crafty. Each had proved his courage and
skill in a number of thrilling exploits, and despite their
youthfulness all three were famous warriors. They wore the simple
dress of the hunter, which consisted of moccasins, and buckskin
leggins reaching to the thighs. They were naked above the waist. Their
hair was worn in two braids wrapped with fur. White Otter and Sun
Bird, as chiefs of their respective tribes, were entitled to wear the
coveted war bonnet of eagle plumes. Both had left it off to be as
inconspicuous as possible in their search for game. White Otter,
however, wore a single eagle feather in his scalp lock. They were
armed with bows and arrows and flint hunting knives. White Otter and
Sun Bird carried fire sticks. Each was provided with a robe of elkskin
which was folded beneath him, across the back of his pony.
For two days they had searched the plains to the southward of the
Ogalala camp. They had seen nothing, however, to indicate the approach
of the great buffalo herds. Still they felt certain that it would be
only a day or so until the buffaloes appeared.
"When we see them we will ride fast and tell my people," said White
Otter.
"Yes, yes, we will be the first to tell about it," Little Raven
declared, enthusiastically.
They were a considerable distance from the Ogalala village, and as the
third day drew toward its close they began to wonder if it might not
be foolhardy to venture farther to the southward. They knew that there
was a possibility of encountering both the Kiowas and the Pawnees in
that direction, and the Utes from the west and even their hated foes,
the Crows, sometimes moved down into that disputed territory. The
Sioux realized, therefore, that they were exposing themselves to
considerable danger.
"We have come a long ways--we must watch out," White Otter cautioned.
"It is true," agreed Sun Bird. "The Pawnees travel in this country.
Perhaps they are looking around for buffaloes. We must be cautious."
They had stopped at a little grove of cottonwoods, which offered feed
and water for the ponies. As the day had almost ended, they were
tempted to spend the night at that spot. White Otter, however, decided
against it.
"It would be foolish," he declared. "Our enemies know about this
place. Perhaps they will come here when it gets dark. We must ride
away."
"It is the best thing to do," said Sun Bird.
They loitered until the ponies had finished feeding, and then they
prepared to ride away. At that moment a small band of antelopes
suddenly appeared on the crest of a low ridge to the westward. They
had stopped, and seemed to be watching something on the other side of
the ridge. It was evident that they had been alarmed. The Sioux became
suspicious. They watched closely.
"Something has frightened Ta-to-ka-dan," said Sun Bird.
"See, they are running down the ridge," Little Raven whispered,
excitedly.
The antelopes were bounding down the slope. When they reached the
bottom they turned toward the little grove in which the Sioux had
taken shelter. The latter watched them with considerable uneasiness.
"It is bad," declared White Otter. "Perhaps some one is peeping over
that hill. If those antelopes come close they will find out about us.
Then they will run away. If hunters are watching on that ridge they
will know that something is over here in this place. Perhaps they will
come here to find out about it."
"It is bad," said Sun Bird.
The antelopes were still running toward the grove. Several old bucks,
however, had stopped to look back at the ridge. The rest of the band
continued across the plain. They were running against the wind. As
they came within arrow range of the grove they suddenly stopped, and
appeared suspicious. They had caught the danger scent.
"Ta-to-ka-dan is sharp," laughed Sun Bird.
"The wind has told about us," said Little Raven.
White Otter kept silent. He watched the antelopes with grave
misgivings. Their behavior alarmed him. He felt quite sure that they
would arouse the distrust of any foes who might be loitering within
sight, and tempt them to investigate the grove. The idea suggested
disturbing possibilities.
"See, Ta-to-ka-dan is standing out there like a frightened old woman,"
he said, irritably. "If our enemies are about they will come over here
to see what has frightened Ta-to-ka-dan."
"Come, we will ride away," proposed Little Raven.
"Wait, wait," Sun Bird cried, excitedly. "I saw something peep over
the top of that hill."
"I see it," said Little Raven. "It looks like Ma-ya-sh, the wolf."
They saw what appeared to be the head of a prairie wolf rising
cautiously above the top of the ridge. The buck antelopes had
discovered it, and were flashing the danger signal and stamping
nervously.
"It is bad," White Otter said, uneasily. "Perhaps it is Ma-ya-sh, the
wolf--perhaps it is a hunter. We must watch sharp."
As they continued to watch the ridge, the little band of antelopes
suddenly turned and bounded away toward the north. It was evident that
they had determined to avoid the grove. In a few moments the bucks
that had been watching the ridge cantered after them.
"It is good," said White Otter. "Now we will find out who is over
there on that hill. If it is Ma-ya-sh and his people they will go
away. If it is our enemies they will keep watching this place."
"Something is watching," Sun Bird told him.
The head of the mysterious prowler still showed above the ridge. It
was boldly outlined against the fading sunset sky. It appeared to be
the head of Ma-ya-sh, the prairie wolf. The Sioux distinctly saw the
long, lean snout, and the pointed ears of Ma-ya-sh. Still they were
suspicious. They knew that scouts often covered themselves with the
skin of Ma-ya-sh to creep up on game, and also to spy upon their foes
without arousing distrust.
"I do not believe it is Ma-ya-sh," White Otter declared, finally. "It
keeps too still. Ma-ya-sh would move around. I believe it is a
hunter."
"We will watch," said Sun Bird.
"Look, look, there is another!" cried Little Raven.
A second head had suddenly appeared. It, too, seemed to be the head of
a prairie wolf. The Sioux, however, were doubtful. If the distant
objects really were wolves, their actions were most unusual. They were
careful to keep themselves well concealed behind the ridge, and as the
antelopes were a considerable distance to the northward, it was
evident that the mysterious creatures were watching the grove. The
Sioux were concealed in the timber, and there was no possibility of
being seen. They determined to watch, therefore, until the strange
objects on the ridge either showed themselves or disappeared. In a few
moments one withdrew from sight.
"That is bad," said White Otter. "Now I believe they are scouts.
Perhaps one has gone away to call the hunters. We must watch out."
Daylight was fading. Twilight was settling upon the plain. The Sioux
found it difficult to distinguish the remaining object on the ridge.
They felt considerably relieved to know that night was close at hand.
"Pretty soon it will be dark," said White Otter. "Then we will ride
away."
They waited impatiently for nightfall. Their one fear was that a
company of foes might ride toward the grove before darkness made it
possible to withdraw without being seen. They had little fear of being
caught, but they were anxious to avoid being discovered. Once seen,
they realized that it might be perilous to loiter in the vicinity, and
they were eager to remain until they found the buffalo herd. They
watched closely until night finally came. Then they mounted their
ponies and rode from the grove.
"Well, White Otter, how do you feel about it?" Little Raven inquired,
as they rode cautiously toward the east.
"I believe we are in danger," White Otter told him.
They continued across the plain until they came to a shallow ravine,
which they had passed on their way to the grove. White Otter advised
stopping there until daylight.
"This is a good place," he said. "We will wait here and listen."
They picketed the ponies in the bottom of the gully, and then they
crawled to the plain to watch and listen. It was a long time before
they heard anything to arouse their suspicions. Then they heard the
dreary wail of a prairie wolf, in the direction of the grove. Although
it sounded natural, the Sioux distrusted it. Twice it rose shrilly
through the night, and then it ceased. They were almost certain that
it had been a signal. They listened anxiously for an answer from the
ridge. The silence, however, continued.
"I believe it was a scout," said White Otter. "Perhaps he was calling
his people."
"Perhaps we will hear the ponies," suggested Little Raven.
"We are too far off," White Otter told him. "Those people will ride
easy."
"Perhaps it was only Ma-ya-sh," said Sun Bird. "Perhaps he went there
to drink."
"Yes, it may be true, but I believe it was some one different,"
replied White Otter. "We are in the country of our enemies. We must be
sharp."