In the silence, they moved forward, and came upon tracks in the snow, indicating, the route taken by the fugitives. There was a dark spot upon the snow, that as they approached proved to be Buffalo Hump, a relative of Dull Knife, and he was near unto death. So near, that his only movement thereafter was a futile attempt to kill Bronson, which effort took his last ounce of vitality, and he fell back in the snow, dead.

There were a number of engagements in the Pine Ridges the following several days, and of the one hundred and forty-nine that escaped, there were killed a total of thirty-two, and seventy-one were re-captured. Of the forty-six still at large, nineteen were warriors. After several skirmishes and escapes these were intercepted January 22, by Captain Wessells, and twenty-three were killed and nine re-captured. The other fourteen joined Little Wolf's band, and on March 25th, Lieutenant Clark captured Little Wolf on the Box Elder, and with him, thirty-three warriors and eighty-one women and children.

Officially Dull Knife was reported killed in

some of the skirmishes in the Pine Ridges, or bad lands, although all information, except the official records, is to the effect that he lived for many years after. Bronson says that Dull Knife was with the Ogallalas, and that his later years were full of moroseness, and he was a sour and surly old Indian.

Of the three hundred and thirty-five that left Indian Territory, seventy-two were the total number killed. Two hundred and six were recaptured, and sixty finally made good their escape. They won their fight, however, for instead of sending them south, the others were brought north from the territory. The tribe was given a reservation in Montana, to which many of them were taken, but a large number remained with the Sioux, and some of them still live on the Pine Ridge reservation.