While we know our northern friends may not feel it, in the South, Spring is
here. So we thought we'd share a few of our gardening sites appropriate
for this time of the year. Along with gardening, there's grilling, and getting
ready to diet so that you can fit back into that bathing suit this summer!
Far away in Wyoming lived the Sioux Indians, a fierce and warlike tribe. They called themselves Dakotas; but their enemies said that when they fought they did everything in a mean, hidden way so that it was hard to know what to expect, and they called them Sioux, which means
"snake-like-ones." To this tribe belonged a young brave who wanted very much to become a chief. His father was a fierce warrior and had taught him how to fight, but he was not satisfied to follow the leaders of his tribe, for he wanted to lead other Indians himself. When this young man was only eighteen years old he
had already learned to use the bow, could ride Indian ponies and swim deep rivers, and
was a great buffalo-hunter; besides, he often danced in war dances with older braves. In some way he managed to get a rifle which
fired several times without reloading, and after that he began to feel of much more importance than other young Indians.
At first the young braves were angry with him, but he soon showed them that he was a
skillful warrior, and before long many young Indians chose him for their leader. Now he could wear an eagle feather in his war bonnet, and was a real chief.
At this time Uncle Sam had promised to give each Indian a good blanket, and they
were glad to get them. The blankets were all bright red, and when this young Indian and
his followers, each wearing a red blanket, rode rapidly past, some one said, "See the
Red Cloud." From that time on the young leader was called "Red Cloud," and so far as
I know was never after given any other name.
The Sioux Indians have a wonderful festival which they call the sun dance. At this time all the braves try to show how much pain they can bear without flinching, and some people say it makes them tender-hearted. Certainly "Red Cloud" always could bear more than any other warrior, and yet his heart was fierce and warlike. In time the Indians came to fear him, and little by little he was chosen war chief of all the wild Dakotas
or Sioux. He hated the white people, and when other Indians tried to make peace Red Cloud always said: "No; war, war!" Perhaps he knew that just as soon as there was peace he would no longer be a chief, at any rate, he would not listen to any plan to stop fighting.
Fort Phil Kearny in Wyoming was in the middle of the Indians' country. One day word came to the major there that a party of
soldiers who had gone to get firewood had been attacked, and some were killed, the rest in great danger' The major at once sent out a rescue party under Captain Fetterman, but
Red Cloud was waiting with two thousand warriors, and not one white man escaped.
Nobody could say now that Red Cloud was not a great leader, and even Uncle Sam, however much he feared him, had to confess that he was "Chief of all the living Sioux Indians." All the Sioux chiefs whose fathers had been chiefs before them were willing to give some Indian lands to the white people and live on a reservation, but Red Cloud said
"No, no; I want war," and the young warriors followed him in spite of the chiefs. He had many battles and would not stop
fighting.
At last, in 1874, the Indians came to one of Uncle Sam's army posts for a "big
talk". A Christian gentleman opened the talk with a prayer, and when he finished Red Cloud said
that the Indians prayed to the Great Spirit too, so he would pray. Then he asked the
Great Spirit to forbid the white men taking away the Indians' land, and from wickedly destroying their homes where they and their fathers had lived for years and years. It was a wonderful prayer, and when Red Cloud sat down, every one kept very still, for they did not know what to say. Well, after the big talk, the Indians agreed to give up the land
they had fought for, and went to live on what was called "Red Cloud Reservation." But
still peace did not come. They were always ready to break out, and every once in a while houses were burned, stages waylaid, and people killed. It was no use to wish for peace so long as Red Cloud wanted war.
At last, after many years, the war chief began to feel that he could not win his fight, so very sadly he buried his tomahawk and signed what he called "a peace paper." But
he did not really love his white brothers, and when Uncle Sam wanted Indian scouts to help him fight in 1876, Red Cloud was angry, and sent some of his warriors to waylay the soldiers and Indian scouts. Then Uncle Sam said that Red Cloud could not expect to be a chief if he did such things, for the officers found that he was always planning to make trouble, and they put Spotted Tail, a chief who was frank and honest, in Red Cloud's place. But what good did that do when the young Indians loved Red Cloud and did what he said? And he kept them from working with their hands, and said braves must only hunt and fight, and would not try to keep peace or help Spotted Tail.
Then at last, when Red Cloud was a very old
man, more than eighty years old, he was sick for the first
time in his life. He had to stay in his lodge and be taken
care of, for he was too weak to move.
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