874 THE GHOST-DANCE RELIGION [etm.ann.H 



"Last night everything looked favorable for getting all the Indians 

 under control: since report from Forsyth it looks more serious than at 

 any other time." (6. D.,41.) It seemed that all the careful work of 

 the last mouth had been undone. 



At the first indication of coming trouble in November all the out- 

 lying schools and mission stations on Pine Ridge reservation had been 

 abandoned, and teachers, farmers, and missionaries had tied to the 

 agency to seek the protection of the troops, all but the members of the 

 Drexel Catholic mission, 5 miles northwest from the agency. Ilere the 

 two or three priests and five Franciscan sisters remained quietly at 

 their post, with a hundred little children around them, safe in the assur- 

 ance of the "hostiles" that they would not be molested. While the 

 fighting was going on at Wounded Knee and hundreds of furious war- 

 riors were firing into the agency, where the handful of whites were 

 shivering in spite of the presence of troops and police, these gentle 

 women and the kindly old German priest were looking after the chil- 

 dren, feeding the frightened fugitive women, and tenderly caring for 

 the wounded Indians Mho were being brought in from Wounded Knee 

 and the agency. Throughout all these weeks of terror they went calmly 

 about the duties to which they had consecrated their lives, and kept 

 their little flock together and their school in operation, without the 

 presence of a single soldier, completely cut off from the troops and the 

 agency and surrounded by thousands of wild Indians. 



Some time afterward, in talking with the Indians about the events 

 of the campaign, the warrior who had spoken with such admiration of 

 Father Craft referred with the same affectionate enthusiasm to Father 

 Jutz, and said that when the infuriated Indians attacked the agency on 

 hearing of the slaughter at Wounded Knee they had sent word to the 

 mission that no one there need be afraid. "We told him to stay where 

 he was and no Indian would disturb him," said the warrior, lie told 

 how the priest and the sisters had fed the starving refugees and bound 

 up the wounds of the survivors who escaped the slaughter, and then 

 after a pause he said: "He is a brave man; braver than any Indian." 

 < 'urious to know why this man had not joined the hostiles, among whom 

 were several of his near relatives. I asked him the question. His reply 

 was simple: "I had a little boy at the Drexel mission, lie died and 

 Father Jutz put a white stone over him. That is why I did not join 

 the hostiles." 



While visiting Fine Ridge in 1891 I went out to seethe Drexel school 

 and found Father John Jutz, a simple, kindly old German from the 

 Tyrol, with one or two other German lay brothers and five Franciscan 

 sisters, Americans. Although but a recent establishment, the school 

 was in flourishing condition, bearing in everything the evidences of 

 orderly industry. Like a true German of the Alps, Father Jutz had 

 already devised a way to make jelly from the wild plums and excellent 

 winefrom the chokecherry. While talking, the recess hour arrived and 



