All day he sat there, motionless.

The people watched in whispered silence. Would he arise at sundown and
pray, and with outstretched hands bless the assembled pilgrims?

And as they watched, a vulture came sailing slowly through the blue
ether, and circled nearer and nearer; and off on the horizon was
another—and still another, circling nearer and ever nearer.




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I would write across the sky in letters of light this
undisputed truth, proven by every annal of history,
that the only way to help yourself is through loyalty
to those who trust and employ you.


BATTLE OF THE LITTLE BIG HORN


It was in the Spring of Eighteen Hundred Seventy-six that the Sioux on
the Dakota Reservation became restless, and after various fruitless
efforts to restrain them, moved Westward in a body.

This periodic migration was a habit and a tradition of the tribe. For
hundreds of years they had visited the buffalo country on an annual
hunt.