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Updated: May 21, 2025
We dwelt there in peace for three seasons of sun and cold, having little trouble with those tribes that roamed about us, until one day there came into our new village another Français, a black-robe. How he got there I know not, but we laid hands upon him, remembering the past, bound him before our altar-house, and made of him a sacrifice unto our god, the Sun. Yet it was not well.
The hospitable old grandmother undertook to prepare a meal for him. Determined to set before the "black-robe" a really dainty dish something after the fashion of a Hamburg steak and possessing no machine for mincing the meat, she simply chewed it up nice and fine in her own mouth.
It was night, and the lodges were silent and dark, all save one, the lodge of the chief, who had invited the black-robe to his tent for the night and was conversing with him as they lay on the buffalo robes, while the fire in the centre of the lodge burned clear and bright. Every thing was quiet, and no thought of war-party or lurking enemy was entertained.
Not long afterwards three Americans, one a priest, the second General Miles' head scout, and an interpreter, arrived in Sitting Bull's camp to persuade him to go back south of the line. "The black-robe" would have been safe, but the other two would have been shot on sight but for Sitting Bull's promise to Walsh.
His entrance was the occasion of not a few dark scowls and sinister glances. "Ugh! Yankee black-robe," sneered one of the braves. "Friend of the 'long-knives. The day of fight at Big Rapids him strike up my arm as me going to tomahawk Yankee prisoner. Had great mind to kill him, too." "Ugh!" echoed another; "me see him helping wounded 'long-knife, just like him brother." "No!
He had never met one before, yet he knew the insignia and he was not at all disposed to be friendly. But the black-robe was a man of the world, blessed with culture, experience, and power; and before half an hour, in spite of himself, Jim found himself chatting amicably with this arch enemy.
"It is well," answered the Indian; "and listen now to what I say to you; but first," he said, turning to his men, "you, my brethren, you, my sons, who sit around me, if there should be aught in my words from which you differ, if I say one word that you would not say yourselves, stop me, and say to this black-robe I speak with a forked tongue."
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