We are told it gives was not interpreted or explained to us. about 300 boxes ($300,000) of our money to some of the traders. We don't think we owe them so much. We want to pay all our debts. We want our Great Father to send three good men here to tell us how much we do owe, and whatever they say we will pay; and that's wat all these braves say. Our chiefs and all our people say this." All the Indians present responded, " IHo ho !

Goo, That ean't be done. You owe more than your money will pay, and I am ready now to pay your annuity, and no more and when you are ready to receive it, the agent will pay you."

Red Iron. "We will receive our annuity, but we will sign no pa pers for anything else. The snow is on the ground, and we have hecn waiting a long time to get our money. We are poor; you have plenty. Your fires are warm. Your tepees keep out the cold. We have nothing to eat time for our moneys of our people are siek, for being hungry. We may die because you won't pay us bones on the ground, that our Great Father may see where his Dakota children dicd. We are very poor. We have sold our hunting-grounds and the graves of our fathers. We haye sold our own graves. We have no plnce to bury our dead, and you will not pay us the inoney for our lands."

The council was broken up, and Red Iron was sent to the guard- house, where he was kept till next day. Between thirty and forty of the braves of Red Iron's band were present during this arrangement before the governor. Wlien he was led away, they departed in sullen silence, headed by Lean Bear, to a spot a quar ter of a mile from the council-house, where they uttered a sue- cession of yells-the gathering signal of the Dakotas. Ere the echoes died away, Indians were hurrying from their tepees to ward them, prepared for battle. They procecded to the emninence near the camp, wherc mouldered the bones of many warriors. It was the memorable battle-ground, where their ancestors had ought, in a conflict like Waterloo, the warlike Sacs and Foxes, thereby preserving their lands and nationality. Upon this field stood two huudred resolute warriors ready to do battle for their hereditary chief. Lean Bear, the principal brave of Red Iron's band, was a large, resolute man, about thirty-five years of age, and had great influence in his nation

Herc, on their old battle-ground, Lean Bear reeounted the brave deeds of Red Iron, the long list of wrongs intlieted on the We have been waiting a long Our hunting-scason is past. A great many We may die, but if we do we will leave our