The agent, whom the Indians thoroughly despised for very good reasons, had deserted at the outbreak of the Sioux war, and at the time I speak of the agency was being conducted by Lieutenant Johnson, of the Fourteenth infantry, which regiment, together with several others, was stationed at Fort Robinson under General McKenzie. The fort lay a short distance from the agency, and as soon as the fact became known, General McKenzie went over and held a pow-wow with the Indians, at which terms of capitulation were arranged. Rations were issued to the starving redskins, who pitched their tepees on the bank of WTiite Clay creek, about six miles distant from the agency.

Before proceeding further. I want to state that of all Indians Crazy Horse was perhaps the worst and most thoroughly criminal that ever lived. He was the typical bad Indian, without a single redeeming trait or quality, and one of the hardest men to deal with in the entire west. Consequently, it was not long after this event before Crazy Horse had a quarrel with his principal sub-chief and adviser, an Indian known to the whites as Little Bad Man. I don't know what it was about, but at all events the two were deadly enemies from that time forward, and as a result of this trouble Little Bad Man gathered his followers together and, separating from Crazy Horse, established his camp at a point two miles up the creek. Things remained quiet until the next ration day came around. In those days it was the custom to issue beef to the Indians on the hoof. The entire tribe, bucks and squaws alike, mounted on ponies, would congregate about the corral in which the government cattle were kept, and as fast as the cattle were driven out would hold a regular buffalo hunt, whooping and yelling and riding, chasing the cattle until the poor animals were almost ready to drop, then shooting and leaving them to the squaws to skin and butcher, as they did in the days of old on their buffalo hunts.