. The journal of a grandfather . s of the prairies; and kill all in theirpath. Choose you, Peace or War! All through the trials these Chiefs sat as thoughmarble statues, never indicating by eye or mouth anemotion. After Satanta sat down, the young WarChief, Big Tree, arose, his eyes glistening like starsand for a moment fixed upon the ceiling. The timefor the execution of Satanta had been fixed at thirtydays. Before the War Chief spoke all the sullengloom during the trial passed from his face; whilea smile of a babes innocence played over it, mingledwith defiance. After a moment, drawing himse
. The journal of a grandfather . s of the prairies; and kill all in theirpath. Choose you, Peace or War! All through the trials these Chiefs sat as thoughmarble statues, never indicating by eye or mouth anemotion. After Satanta sat down, the young WarChief, Big Tree, arose, his eyes glistening like starsand for a moment fixed upon the ceiling. The timefor the execution of Satanta had been fixed at thirtydays. Before the War Chief spoke all the sullengloom during the trial passed from his face; whilea smile of a babes innocence played over it, mingledwith defiance. After a moment, drawing himself tohis full height, he said: I do not want to stay inprison thirty days. I am young, and got a stoutheart (here bringing his hand against his heart), andam not afraid to die. Take me out and kill menow! Then he, turning to the Interpreter Jones,said: When you go back home tell my people howI died. When he finished, all smiles passed asthough the marble like face had never worn one. In Satantas long plait of hair hanging behind. Satanta, Kiowa Chief Page One Hundred Ninety-Five AN INDIAN EPISODE was a womans flaxen braid about the size of theforefinger. Jones said that in a raid on the plainsthey captured a train, killed all except a beautifulgirl about eighteen. Satanta—then a subchief of ht-tle authority—took this girl for his squaw. Return-ing to camp to celebrate their prowess in a Wardance, the big War Chief told Satanta he was goingto take his white squaw. She (Lulu by name) clungto Satanta and begged him to protect her. When hefound he could not do so, he pulled out his scalpingknife and buried it in her heart, cut the long lockfrom her hair, wove it into his own, and wore itthere until he killed himself by jumping froman upper story of the prison at Huntsville, Texas. Sentence having been commuted to imprisonmentfor life; the succeeding winter, we got up a big meet-ing of the Indians at Fort Sill, and sent Satanta andBig Tree along with Commissioners from Texas;the
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