Bull and Travoriet, his Wife. Photograph by Bailey, Dix, and
Mead. Fort Randall, South Dakota, 1882. Photo Lot 24, Inv. 00502300.
Bull wearing blanket, near tipis. Fort Randall, South Dakota.
Bailey, Dix, and Mead, 1882. Photo Lot 24, BAE 4454 00524300.
Bull's first camp, Fort Randall, 1881.
Thursday, Col. and Mrs. A. start for Chicago, at 5.45. We all
Went to Sitting Bulls camp - had a talk with him, very
interesting in many ways. He asks sympathy for his women and
children and for teachers &c. Gave him my address. He makes
queer motions after it. Promised to help him about the licentious
interpreter. Told Capt. Quimby and agreed to tell Sitting Bull
that Capt. Quimby would befriend him.
Read an article, Oct. 27, by Lieut. Thomas M. Wooduff, 5th
Infantry, on "Our Indian Question", in Journal of
the Military Service Institution of the U.S. Nearly 270,000
Indians in the U.S. exclusive of Alaska, greatest number in
Terr. and California, Nebraska, Nevada and Oregon.
The camp of Sitting Bull when we first came was on a terrace
or plateau back or west of the Post, tents in a circle. There
are 168 persons, men, women and children. These are counted
every morning by the officer of the day and once a month by
the Col. at the month. The people paint properly but not variedly.
The children all painted even to the infants. The women are
some tattooed, but only with the chiefs mark or the two
lines under the lower lip. Large full busts, Mens hands
are slender. There are some good looking men. I dislike the
constant use of "bucks" for mature men. It smacks
Called on Sitting Bull Oct. 27, 1881, about 12.30 P.M. He received
me with much state, sitting at the left of his tent, an inner
tent covering being between him and the outside tent cover.
Some 13 of his men came in, several old ones. He spoke in a
low tone with much deliberation. He was apparently quite in
earnest. The tone of his speech has been, I think, affected
by the conversation of Buffalo- chip and Wajapa. He gave me
his autograph. Sitting Bull and 12 or 13 names.
There are two parties, one old chiefs, one to adopt civilization.
Sitting Bull has thrown away the old ways and desires to make
his way toward civilization. He knows how he came from the [
? ] and took root from the [ ? ] Wants for the sake of the women,
to turn away. The game gone, wants to walk in the way of work.
For themselves, they cant change but for their children
and the future they want to change their life.
They want to go to work but have nothing to go to work with
- want cattle, chickens, hogs to raise as on a farm. They have
nothing - they want to go to work, &c. &c.
When Sitting Bulls camp is counted, the women and children
form a ring in the center of the enclosure, the men sitting
by the tent door. Sitting Bull remained in his tent.
In the moving of the camp the women did all the work. The old
men sat in a line in the center of circle, and were the last
to move, that is, walk to the new camp. Sitting Bull came the
very last, wearing his goggles.
A little child came in, a blue necklace on his neck, a very
brief little cotton shirt, barely reaching his thigh. It was
raining. There was one young Indian with large flashing eyes,
one with wavy hair - have seen several.
The Inspector General, Maj. Saunders from St. Paul, arrived
on Thursday, P.M. All day Friday it rained and I read and wrote.
In the P.M. Mr. Tibbles called and they tried to get over but
failed. So as the Inspector General asked me to go with him
as far as Yankton Agency, on Sat. Oct. 29, 1881. Mr. T. and
all the party left and drove down on this side the river, and
I started with the Inspector General at 10 A.M.
A north wind was blowing and when we reached the river the
flat boat with the ambulance was in the middle of the stream
with the prospect of being some time before it could reach the
After waiting some time, returned to Col. Andrews to
await news of the arrival of the ambulance on the other side
of the Missouri river. Man to come in a skiff, a sort of dug
out. Had an interesting interview with Sitting Bull.
Had barely seated myself at dinner when the Inspector called
and had to start at once. Went down, got on board the flatboat,
which had been towed up the river and we started four soldiers
to row. We soon got on a sandbar and there we struggled, the
Inspector pulling away with the soldiers and half breeds. We
had a funny experience, the ferry-man had on rubber boots and
pants and waded only up to his knees sometimes less water. Hours
passed and no headway gained. At last the boat was got to shore,
two horses landed and the boat towed up along the sand bars.
The boatman went ahead and sounded the channel as he walked.
After many struggles we got off at last and struck the main
channel, then all hands pulled and rowed for dear life. The
wind had gone down, the sun was golden and the river placid
as a lake. Our hours of struggle seemed incredible. We landed
safely and after consultation took the skiff back. Just after
I arrived Col. A.s Bishop Hare arrived on his return from
Deadwood, Rosebud &c.