Crazy Horse concluded that it would be well to obey, and sent word back that he would be up the following morning.

When a person hears a great deal of some famous personage, it is no more than natural that he should form a somewhat exalted notion of the personality and appearance of the distinguished individual ; and such was the state of my mind with regard to Crazy Horse. I expected to see a second Pontiac, a noble red

man; and you can imagine my surprise when, on the arrival of Crazy Horse next morning before the general's headquarters, I beheld one of the meanest, sickliest, most repulsive looking Indians that ever walked the face of the globe. Of course I was not present at the conference, but I heard enough of what took place to know that General McKenzie gave him a pretty straight talking to. He was given to understand that McKenzie was not contemplating any night attack on his village, but trying to live in peace, and that if war became, necessary he would come in the daytime to do what fighting he had to perform.

Instead of pacifying Crazy Horse it only made him worse. At the time of his surrender he gave up some fifty ponies, which were given to Red Cloud, and at the conference he asked that they be restored -- a request flatly refused by General McKenzie. This made him furious, and a few weeks after this powwow reports began starting that Crazy Horse was preparing to take the warpath. In the meantime, however, General McKenzie was relieved, General L. P. Bradley arriving as his successor! General Bradley had been at the fort only a few days when another alarming report came in, the result of which was that the entire command was ordered ready for action, and on the following morning left the fort to surround and capture Crazy Horse and his band.