180 BUFFALO LAND. 



the Arkansas, Satanta and his band of Kiowas came 

 in. This chief has always been known as very hos- 

 tile to the whites, usually being the first of his tribe 

 to commence hostilities. He was the very embodi 

 ment of treachery, ferocity, and bravado. Phreno- 

 logically considered, his head must have been a cra- 

 nial marvel, and the bumps on it mapping out the 

 kingdom of evil a sort of Rocky Mountain chain 

 towering over the more peaceful valleys around. 

 Viewed from the towering peaks of combativeness 

 and acquisitiveness the territory of his past would 

 reveal to the phrenologist an untold number of gov- 

 ernment mules, fenced in by sutler's stores, while 

 bending over the bloody trail leading back almost 

 to his bark cradle, would be the shades of many 

 mothers and wives, searching among the wrecks of 

 emigrant trains for flesh of their flesh and bone of 

 their bone. 



Satanta was long a name on the plains to hate and 

 abhor. He was an abject beggar in the pale faces' 

 camp and a demon on their trail. On the occasion in 

 question he came to Gen. Hancock with protestations 

 of friendship, and, although these were not believed, 

 he was treated precisely as if they had been. To 

 gratify his love of finery an old military coat with 

 general's stars, said to be one that Hancock himself 

 had cast off, was presented him. By some means he 

 also acquired a bugle, and the garrison were greatly 

 amused for the remainder of the day by seeing 

 Satanta galloping back and forth before his band, 

 blowing his bugle and parading his coat, the warriors 

 all cheering the old cut-throat and proud as himself 



