conld hardiy be found in a seven years' record of any knowu tyrant; and there is no tyrant whose throne would not have been rocked, if not upsct, by the revolutions which wonld have followed on suclı oppressions.

sequel to this story of the removal of the Red Cloud and Spotted Tail bands-a sequel not recorded in the official reports of the Department, but familiar to many men in the Western conutry. Accounts of it-somme humorous, some There is a severe-wcre for some time floating about in Western news раpers.

The Red Cloud and Spotted Tail bands of Sioux consented to go to the old Ponca Reserve only after being told that all their supplies lhad been sent to a certain point River with a view to this move; and it being too la all this freight northward again, they would starve if they stay- ed where thoy wero. Being assured that they would be allowed to go back in the spring, and having General Crook (in wlose word they had implieit faith) that the Government would fulfil this promise, thoy at last very re- luctantly consented to go to the Pouca Reserve for the winter. In the spring no orders came for the removal. March passed, April passed-no orders. The chiefs scnt word to their friend, General Crook, who replied to them with messages sent by Swift runner, begging them not to break away, but to wait a little longer. Finally, in May, the Commissioner of Indian Af fairs went himself to hold a council with them. When he rose on the Missouri to take a written pledge from speak, the chief Spotted Tail sprng up, walked toward him, waving in his hand the paper containing the promise of the Government to return them to White Clay Creek, and exclaim ed, "All the men who comc from Washington are bald-headed ones are the worst of all! I don't want to hear one word from you-you are a bald-hcaded old liar! You have thing to do here, and that is to give an order for us to return to White Clay Creek Here are your wrilten words; to liars, and the but one