Lone
Wolf is no longer a warrior, and of course no longer wears a scalp
lock and strings of wampum and beads, and would like to have you
believe that he has ever been the white man's friend, but I suspect
that even now there might be brought forth an old war belt with
hanging scalps that could tell of massacre, torture, and murder. Big
Mouth is a war chief, and has the same grand physique as Powder-Face
and a personality almost as striking. His hair is simply splendid,
wonderfully heavy and long and very glossy. His scalp lock is most
artistic, and undoubtedly kept in order by a squaw.
The picture of the two generations of chiefs is unique and rare. It
shows in detail the everyday dress of the genuine blanket Indians as
we see them here. Just how it was obtained I do not know, for Indians
do not like a camera. We have daily visits from dozens of so-called
friendly Indians, but I would not trust one of them. Many white people
who have lived among Indians and know them well declare that an Indian
is always an Indian; that, no matter how fine the veneering
civilization may have given him, there ever lies dormant the traits of
the savage, ready to spring forth without warning in acts of treachery
and fiendish cruelty.
CIMARRON REDOUBT,
January, 1873.
IT was such a pleasant surprise yesterday when General Bourke drove up
to the redoubt on his way to Camp Supply from dear old Fort Lyon.
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