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frontier posts, happened to be near the scene of mur- 

 der, and at once ordered troops in pursuit. They 

 were still trailing the marauders when Satanta re- 

 turned to the reservation at Fort Sill, and with bold 

 effrontery begotten of long immunity, actually boasted 

 of the crime before the Quaker agent. "I did it," 

 said he, " and if any other chief says it was him, tell 

 him he lies. I am the man." Gen. Sherman had 

 just arrived, and when Satanta, with a number of 

 minor chiefs who were with him on the raid, came 

 into the fort to trade and visit, they were seized and 

 bound, and started for Texas under a strong guard, 

 to be tried by the authorities there. On the way one 

 of the Indians in some manner loosened his bands, 

 and seizing the musket of the guard nearest him, 

 shot the soldier in the shoulder, but before he could 

 do further harm the other guards fired, and the 

 savage rolled from the wagon down upon the plain, 

 apparently dead. The body was afterward found 

 close by the road-side in a position which showed that 

 after falling the savage had enough of vitality left to 

 enable him to crawl with bloody hands for several 

 yards. Finding the life-tide ebbing fast, he had then 

 placed his body in position toward the rising sun, com- 

 posed his arms by his side and, with Indian stoicism, 

 yielded up his breath. The remainder of the party, 

 including Satanta, were brought safely to Texas, tried, 

 and sentenced to be hanged. 



Our adventure with White Wolf and his band 

 obliged us, of course, to pass another night in Hays. 

 We spent a most pleasant hour during the evening 

 in the office of Dr. John Moore, an old resident of 



