Outing . nthe bank to the riverbottom, an Indian was seen sitting fishingat the water side. The Indian gave thesignal to the other ambushed Sioux, thatsounded Custers death knell. The fisher-man was Ink-pa-duta. After the first wildhurrah for action had vapored off in fail-ure, the Government troops did absolutelynothing to follow up and punish the out-laws. It had come to the Governments knowl-edge that Ink-pa-dutas outlaw band werenear the Yellow Medicine agency andFlandrau, the Indian agent, had set outwith twenty volunteers on the track of thedesperadoes. At midnight, the party hadreached
Outing . nthe bank to the riverbottom, an Indian was seen sitting fishingat the water side. The Indian gave thesignal to the other ambushed Sioux, thatsounded Custers death knell. The fisher-man was Ink-pa-duta. After the first wildhurrah for action had vapored off in fail-ure, the Government troops did absolutelynothing to follow up and punish the out-laws. It had come to the Governments knowl-edge that Ink-pa-dutas outlaw band werenear the Yellow Medicine agency andFlandrau, the Indian agent, had set outwith twenty volunteers on the track of thedesperadoes. At midnight, the party hadreached thefamous Half-way Butte. Sittingimperturbable on top of the butte was JohnOther Day the Christian cut hair scoutsmoking as the volunteer band pressedtoward the Indian camp. He had cometo meet and help the whites. He toldFlandrau that six of the outlaws werecamped on a bluff beyond. How shall we know the guilty ones?he was asked. Charge down on the camp, answeredthe wily John, and the guilty ones John Other Day the Christian Indian whorescued the Spirit Lake captives. It had been a hotsummer day. Thetroops marched allnight. By daybreakthey could see the In-dian tepees on a highbluff white against thesaffron sky. Creepingbehind a roll ofprairie, the soldiersdouble-quicked upthe bank and rushedthe camp in a halfcircle. But the In-dians had slept withtheir tents rolled upfor air, and quick asthe troops charged, aman with a Yanktonsquaw by the handwas seen to leap for thewillows of the is yourman, says JohnOther Day, and twen-ty rifles cracked., but from the willows theIndian outlaw fired back. That betrayedhis hiding place, and the volunteers pouredin hot shot. Creeping behind the chapar-ral, a soldier jumped suddenly into thewillows and sabered the Indian on the proved to be young Roaring Cloud, themurderer of Mrs. Noble. The squaw wastaken prisoner and released on examina-tion. She was a Yankton woman whomthe outlaw had wooed for a wife. Calling the
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