As He Passed Him A Voice Said In The Purest English, "Lieutenant, Can You Give Me A Sear Spring For My Rifle?" The Only Human Being Near Was That Indian, Wrapped Closely In A Blanket, With Only His Eyes Showing, Precisely As One Would Expect To See A Hostile Dressed.

Faye said that it gave him the queerest kind of a sensation, as though the voice had come from another world.

He asked the Indian where he had learned such good English and technical knowledge of guns, and he said at the Carlisle school. He said also that he was a Piegan and on a visit to some Cree friends. This was one of the many proofs that we have had, that no matter how good an education the Indian may receive, he will return to his blanket and out-of-the-pot way of living just as soon as he returns to his people. It would be foolish to expect anything different.

But those Cree Indians! The coffee had been good, very good, and they wanted more, so the very next morning they brought to Colonel Palmer an old dried scalp lock, scalp of "White Chief's enemy," with the same ceremony as they had brought the hand. Then they sat around his tent and watched him, giving little grunts now and then until in desperation he ordered coffee for them, after which they danced. The men gave them bits of tobacco too. Well, they kept this performance up three or four days, each day bringing something to Colonel Palmer to make him think they had killed a Sioux.

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