miles, we were lucky enough to kill three head. The 
last one was a cow. Fora while she looked on as we 
flayed a bull, but forfeited her life by her curiosity. 
She had a calf with her that took to flight. The cow’s 
udder was full of milk. We sucked out the milk, and 
found it refreshing and palatable. Laden with the 
hides, we returned at evening to the camp, where in 
our absence the Indians had also arrived. We now 
learned that there was on the other side of the river 
about five miles up stream a camp or village of sev- 
eral tribes of Sioux (Shiennes, Brulés, Tetons, and 
Arapahoes) and of the Ogallallas. The Ogallallas 
and Sioux had formerly been at war; but had made 
peace shortly before this, and had united. The In- 
dians who visited our camp had received small pres- 
ents, especially tobacco; and, as the fur company still 
had some flour, had been regaled with sweetened 
mush, which was so much to their taste that, after 
satiating themselves to the full, they had taken the 
remainder with them. They also requested powder 
and whiskey, which was refused them on the pretext 
that we had no superfluity of the former, and nothing 
at all of the latter. Our leader, Harris, thoroughly 
realized that these unwelcome guests would further 
trouble us, and that just now was a most inadvisable 
time for crossing the river. So at night, after all the 
Indians had left, he caused the few barrels of spirits 
which he had with him to be buried, and enjoined on 
all of us the greatest vigilance. The night passed 
quietly. The next morning about sixty Indians on 
The Sioux 
