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In 1843, Lieutenant John C. Fremont and his men
camped near Fort Fred Steel, Wyoming. The soldier* we;
preparing buffalo meat for drying, when without warnin
they were attacked by 70 Cheyenne and Arapaho brave

The troops were taken completely by sur-
prise as the Indians, covered with war
paint, and ready for battle, came charging
through the smoke of the drying fires !

Lieutenant Fremont quickly grouped his
men and took cover. Caught off guard, they
were unprepared for battle, but managed
to hold the Indians at bay.

Then a strange thing happened! The Red-
men ceased their attack, and their leaders
rode forth under a truce flag! Amazed at
the turn of events. Lieutenant Fremont
and a guard stepped out to meet them.

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them to mistake the soldiers for tribal
enemies! The passing of the peace pipe
followed, proving the Indians' sincerity.

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1Pn£ BATTLE WA5 SHORT ANP FIERCE, THE
RAIPEKS VICTORIOUS. TMEV LEFT BUT ONE
SURVIVOR , A WOUNPED GIANT OF A MAN
CALLED "GUSTY"...

Another detachment of cavalry happened
upon the battlefield, and its lieutenant
brought gusty to the haven of our near6y

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THIRD TIME IN TWO WEEKS INDIANS
HAVE ATTACKEP MINERS FOR THEIR
GOLD! THE RA1PERS
ARE WELL

Meanwhile, hot far from the villase

it's a beautiful bins, \
keena. ..you've worked
harp on it! when ape /
you s0in6 to give it to /

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BUT IT'S ALL FINISHED, \ / THAT'S A
KEENA! WHY DON'T YOU ] 7 WONDERPUL IDEA.
GIVE IT TO HIM MOW? J \ MORNING STAR'

...IM COWIM 1 BACK WITH MY MULE
SO LOADED WITH DIAMONDS MIS TAIL'S
DRAGGlN' . WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, A
MOUNTAIN LION TEW FEET TALL LEAPS
, OUT ON ME.FIGURIN' HE'S SOT
HIMSELF ATASTy LITTLE SNACK !..

I'M A'RUWNIN 1 AND HE'S A'CHASIN'.,.
AND HE'S A'CWASIN'AMD I'M A'RUNNIN
WHEN XS/SfS* AN ARPOW WHISTLED
PAST MY HEAD... AND THAT WAS THE
END

¥ I THOUGHT YOU WERE ) I AM , BUT HE FOUND
1 BRAVE EAGLE'S SON ! J ff£ WHEN I WAS A
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I ^ \l':-n H£ll TO MAKE ME HISSON:'

WELL, VOU COME FROM A FINE TRIBE, SON I
THEY'RE GPEAT WARRIORS AND HUNTERS..
LOVED BY THEIR FRIENPS AND „.
FEARED BV THEIR ENEMIES.' f THOSE ACE
■ PEOPLE <

AAOTAt/A/G IS MOPE IMPORTANT
THAN LOVE BETWEEN A FATHER
AND SON !

( j^EANWHILEJNTHETIPI OF STRONG LANCE..

. . .VEEGA SPOKE WITH THE BITTERNESS OF THOSE WHO ^
! 5EEK THE SUNS OF YESTERDAV, UNA BLE TQ ENJ OV THE
. WARM SUN OF TODAY ! BUT HIS
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OF ONE WHO TRIES TO RETURN
, TO A WAV OF LIFE THAT
IS PASTi

. . FOR VOUR SAKE I LEFT
VEE6A AT THE FORT ! I
WOULD HAVE DONE THE
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AT NIGHT, MILES AWAV, KfENA
GOES TO SLEEP, AN UNHAPPV
LFTTLE BOy.

THE GOLD'S IK A MINE AT
THE FOOT OP BIS HORN
BOCK! TAKE THE WORTH
TRAIL AND LOOK FOR
A CHOKEBERRY BUSK !

THAT'S BRAVE EASLE'S
LAND. ALL RI6HT- AND
THERE /S GOLD IN
THOSE HILLS ! - OKAV,
SONNY! THE SUN
15 YQURS !

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Whipping the rifle to his shoulder, I (Spotted elk, a cueyenne scout,

BULL LARSON FIREC! TOPPLES FROM HIS PONY !

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I PAY TRAIN ARRIVES . ANPTMATISM 1 "
UNTIL TOMORROW'

ANP HURLS HIM IWTO THE CHACSiNG M£l

I J. HROUGH THE REMAINDER OF THE

NIGHT, BRAVE EASLS RACES ACROSS
| COUNTRY ASTRIDE WHITE CLOUD. . ,

THEN, -WITW THE COMING OF PAWN , HE HEABSTME
■FAINT, LONESOME WAIL OF 'A' DISTANT TRAIN WHISTLE !

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1 LEAVE YOU TO THE
WV JUSTICE OF YOCJK
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POS THE PAY TJJAIN AND INCITE.
VOL! AGAINST THE INDIANS. BUT
.A CHEYENNE CHIEF
ANP HIS WAPRI0R5
SAVEP YOUR
WAGES...
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The day's work is done and darkness settles on the hills
around the Cheyenne camp. Lodges plow with firelight .
and from the largest tipi come sounds of a feast. It is
time for the choosing of a new Cheyenne chief.

The Cheyennes have forty-four chiefs, four
principal chiefs and four from each of the
ten bands of people. They have gathered
here to fill a vacancy in their number.

Before the empty place stands a stick, one
of forty-four that were especially made at
the very first choosing of chiefs to repre-
sent their place in council.

One by one. the chiefs rise and speak of
the men available as chief. No official vote
is cast, for peaceful discussion has proven
the best way of arriving at decisions.

And when the village crier goes forth with
his drum to announce the new chief, Chey-
ennes know he will hold his ten-year office
with bravery, kindness, and wisdom.

arrows most. In (act, if * Cheyenne man wished to marry
a girl, he might offer ten arrows as a gift to her father.
For to all Indians, arrows meant both food and safety.

Because all his arrows were handmade with
painstaking perfection by skilled craftsmen
of the village, a hunter always gathered up
his arrows and tried never to lose one.

The proportions between shaft, head, and
feathers were carefully designed and very
definite. A good arrow flew far and steadily,
hitting with its feather-end tilting up.

Arrowshafts wen' usually made of straight
shoots of cherry bush, feathers were from
turkeys or buzzards, and tips were of stone,
bone, deer antler, or buffalo hoof.

But whatever the materials, Cheyenne ar-
rows were considered the best ... so strong
and true that, history tells of a Cheyenne
who, with a single arrow, killed two buffalo !