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pated, would have found their focus in sonic stout 

 cask containing a nicely-pickled Pawnee or Cheyenne 

 en route to a distant dissecting table. It would have 

 been rather a novel way, I have always thought, of 

 sending the untutored sav^age to college. 



"We made a requisition upon our medicine-chest, and 

 dressed the wounds of the suffering warriors. White 

 Wolf stripped to the waist, and, exposing his broad, 

 muscular form, exhibited thirty-six scars, where, in 

 different battles, lances and arrows had struck him. 

 It struck us all as a rather remarkable circumstance, 

 though we prudently refrained from commenting 

 upon it just then, that nearly all these scars were on 

 his back. 



The chief expressed great friendship for us, and I 

 really believe he felt it. Sachem's stout form was 

 especially the object of his admiration. Between 

 these two worthies a very cordial regard seemed to 

 be springing up, until AVhite Wolf unluckily offered 

 him an Indian bride and a hundred buffalo robes, if 

 lie would go with the band to its wigwams on the Ar- 

 kansas — a proposition which disgusted our alderman 

 beyond measure. Savages, sooner or later, generally 

 scalp white sons-in-law, and it would be " heap good " 

 for the Cheyenne to have such an opportunity always 

 liaiidy. Sachem declined the honor with all the 

 dignity he could command, and carefully avoided 

 " the match-making old heathen," as he termed him, 

 for the remainder of the evening. 



We kept early hours that night. Guard was 

 doubled, to prevent any possible treachery, and a 

 sleepy party laid down to rest. The Cheyennes went 



