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the best of spirits and with all apparent good feeling. And yet the great
war-chief of the Brulés--Sintogaliska--Spotted Tail, the white man's
friend, gave solemn warning not to trust the Ogallallas. "Red Cloud's
heart is bad," he said. "He and his people are moving from the
reservations to the mountains. They mean trouble." Old traders like
Folsom heard and heeded, and Folsom himself hastened to Fort Frayne
the very week that Burleigh and his escort left for Warrior Gap.
Visiting at the ranch of his son in a beautiful nook behind the Medicine
Bow Mountains, the veteran trader heard tidings from an Indian brave
that filled him with apprehension, and he hurried to the fort.
"Is it true," he asked, "that the government means to establish a post at
Warrior Gap? Is it true that Major Burleigh has gone thither?" And
when told that it was and that only Captain Brooks's troop had gone as
escort, Folsom's agitation was extreme. "Colonel," said he, to the post
commander, "solemnly I have tried to warn the general of the danger of
that move. I have told him that all the northern tribes are leaguing now,
that they have determined to keep to themselves the Big Horn country
and the valleys to the north. It will take five thousand men to hold those
three posts against the Sioux, and you've barely got five hundred. I
warn you that any attempt to start another post up there will bring Red
Cloud and all his people to the spot. Their scouts are watching like
hawks even now. Iron Spear came to me at my son's ranch last night
and told me not ten warriors were left at the reservation. They are all
gone, and the war dances are on in every valley from the Black Hills to

the Powder. For heaven's sake send half your garrison up to Reno after
Brooks. You are safe here. They won't molest you south of the Platte, at
least not now. All they ask is that you build no more forts in the Big
Horn."
But the colonel could not act without authority. Telegraph there was
none then. What Folsom said was of sufficient importance to warrant
his hurrying off a courier to Laramie, fully one hundred miles southeast,
and ordering a troop to scout across the wild wastes to the north, while
Folsom himself, unable to master his anxiety, decided to accompany
the command sent out toward Cantonment Reno. He long had had
influence with the Ogallallas. Even now Red Cloud might listen if he
could but find him. The matter was of such urgency he could not
refrain. And so with the gray troop of the cavalry, setting forth within
an hour of his coming, rode the old trader whom the Indians had so
long sworn by, and he started none too soon.
Reno was some ninety miles away, and not until late the next evening
did the grays reach the lonely post. Not a sign of hostile Indian had
been seen or heard, said the officer in command. Small bands of
hunters were out toward Pumpkin Butte two days before.--Yes,
Ogallallas--and a scouting party, working down the valley of the
Powder, had met no band at all, though trails were numerous. They
were now patroling toward the Big Horn. Perhaps there'd be a courier
in to-morrow. Better get a good night's rest meantime, he said. But all
the same he doubled his guards and ordered extra vigilance, for all men
knew John Folsom, and when Folsom was anxious on the Indian
question it was time to look alive. Daybreak came without a sign, but
Folsom could not rest. The grays had no authority to go beyond Reno,
but such was his anxiety that it was decided to hold the troop at the
cantonment for a day or two. Meantime, despite his years, Folsom
decided to push on for the Gap. All efforts to dissuade him were in vain.
With him rode Baptiste, a half-breed Frenchman whose mother was an
Ogallalla squaw, and "Bat" had served him many a year. Their canteens
were filled, their saddle-pouches packed. They led along an extra mule,
with camp equipage, and shook hands gravely with the officers ere they
rode away. "All depends," said Folsom, "on whether Red Cloud is

hereabouts in person. If he is and I can get his ear I can probably stave
off trouble long enough to get those people at the Gap back to Kearney,
or over here. They're goners if they attempt to stay there and build that
post. If you don't have word from us in two days, send for all the troops
the government can raise. It will take every mother's son they've got to
whip the Sioux when once they're leagued together."
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