She did not want them to be at war with the white race, and through all the years of the last great conflagration she suffered, and plead for the cause of peace.

To cure her infatuation for an officer at Fort Laramie, Spotted Tail took her over to the far Powder river. Here she pined away and died, the doctors said of tuberculosis, but the soul of White Flower has never died. "The dawn" for the new Indian race was breaking. and had she lived, she could have seen her daughters graduating at Carlisle, and teaching the younger Indians on (he Pine Ridge hills. But how "could she know what the generations would bring forth? She who stood almost alone in the vears of awful strife. Could her

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fancy paint the daughters of her tribe, in modish garments of silk and hig-heeled shoes, as now we see them occasionally walking in the thoroughfares of Alliance, Chadron, Crawford, Gordon and Rushville?

She had asked to be buried at Fort Laramie, where she would always be near the white people, whom she idolized, and they swung her body between two ponies, and carried it thus two hundred miles to the river. They wrapped her body in beautifully dressed deer skins, and out north of the present ruin that was once the post hospital, they erected a scaffold, for her burying place. The soldiers helped to erect the scaffold, they went out to meet the burial

pageant, and over her resting place they fired the burial salute. . Her favorite white horse was killed and its head and tail fastened to the scaffold, that she might ride to the Happy Hunting Grounds.