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of standing face to face with God, as you hear in the Lion House and Tabernacle at Salt Lake. “ I will consult the Great Spirit,” says Red Cloud, when the Indian Commissioners press a point.
In speaking to the Whites, Red Cloud never drops this tone of priest and seer.
“ Whatever the Great Spirit tells me to do, that I will do.”
Red Cloud can hardly count the lodges of his tribe.
Six years ago he owned the plains and mountains from the Upper Missouri River to the Setting Sun. White men came into his huntinggrounds; trappers, dealers, herdsmen, whom he received with kindness and supplied with squaws.
Red Cloud was glad to see men come into his country who could show his young hunters how to work!
But he reserved his princely rights.
When White men came to make a road, they wanted soldiers to protect their plant; but Red Cloud would not have these armed hands about his lodges.
“No,” he answered the Commissioner, in the tone of a prophet; “ you shall not send a soldier across the North Platte.”
Conferences were held, and Red Cloud went to Washington and New York.
A pact was signed by him, giving the White men certain
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