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Updated: May 14, 2025
So that week The Wand came out with ideas for cooperative action that were an innovation in the development of new lands, a banded strength for the homesteader's protection. It seemed logical and simple and inevitable to me then as it does now. "Banded together as friends" the Indian meaning of Lakota was the underlying theme of what I wanted to tell the homesteaders.
At the same instant a shot rang out, the eagle fell, and its bulky prey came down with a thud. So intent was I upon the eagle that I was not prepared for what happened. At the shot Lakota gave a leap to the right and I went off to the left. I had no more than landed when a rider, whom I had seen lope up out of the coulee as the eagle fell, had my horse by the bit and was bending over me.
Then she darkened the room, slipped out, saddled Lakota, rode up to the cave, and brought out the mail sack of legal papers we had saved from the fire. She took out the notices those in course of publication and others due to be published. Then she rode on to McClure, made arrangements with the printer of the McClure Press, and began setting up the notices.
Where the mail sacks went was home to Lakota. Moving the post office around the prairie, piling the mail in an open box in the corner, may have been criminally illegal, but we gave it no thought. The mail, in a haphazard fashion, was being handled. Our next problem was the proof notices. They must go on. It was vital to the settlers.
They had wandered back to the old site, snorted at the black ruins, and gone thundering across the prairie led by Lakota with the wild horse's fear of fire. We never expected to see them again. But one day they saw Sam Frye coming with the mail. They followed him down the draw, and when he stopped and threw out the mail sack Lakota gave a loud neigh and walked straight into Margaret's old barn.
When we were behind time and the mail was light or there was money going out, we ran Lakota through as a pony express. Lakota was a gift from the Indians, whose name meant "banded together as friends." One day Running Deer had come over to Ammons, leading a little bronc. He had caught her in a bunch of wild horses which roamed the plains, a great white stallion at their head.
All over the plains people were hemmed in tar-paper shacks, the world diminished for them to the dimensions of their thin-walled houses, as alone as though each were the only dweller on the prairie. The team, Fan and Bill, and Lakota were the only horses tied up in the hay barn. They could reach the hay and eat snow for water. There would be plenty of snow.
The Ammons caravan moving across the hot, dry plain was a sorry spectacle, with Ida in the vanguard astride old Pinto, her hair twisted up under a big straw hat. Lakota insisted upon jumping the creek bed, and we were not trained to riding to hounds. In the flank, the brown team and Lakota, the menagerie following behind.
"Let's see," he murmured in embarrassment, "it's been so gosh-darn long since I signed my name danged if I can recollect " the pen stuck in his awkward fingers as he swung it about like a lariat. Finally he wrote laboriously "Calvin Aloysius Bancroft." With the signed paper in my hands I saddled Lakota and streaked off for the thirty-five-mile trip to Pierre.
The Indians who bore this name were the powerful Dakotas the true Sioux of history. The wide Nation of the Lakota, as these Sioux called themselves, was a league of seven council fires.
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