ON THE ROSEBUD PLENTY COUPS' 

 PEACE-PIPE 



EN Nimrod and I ar- 

 rived at the Crow Agen- 

 cy, the first picturesque 

 figure to catch, our eye 

 was Whiteswan, or, to 

 be more accurate, what 

 is left of Whiteswan after the Custer 

 Battle ; for now he is chiefly memories 

 and one sound leg. He has, to be 

 sure, a bullet-shattered right arm and 

 two remaining limbs semi-paralysed, 

 which in his portraits of himself, 

 he very properly disregards. White- 

 swan has passed from a great 

 brave in war time, to being the 



