Chapter 15 14. The exiled Sai'an people

1878 On January 10, the U.S. Senate introduced a resolution allowing women to be heard on voting rights.On June 4, Britain captured the island of Cyprus from Turkey.On July 12, yellow fever began to spread in New Orleans, killing 4,500 people.On October 18, Edison successfully rectified the electric current, which can be used for home use; the gas stock on the New York Stock Exchange fell sharply.In December, St. Petersburg, Russia, college students fought fiercely with the police and Cossacks.In Australia, Malik invented the magazine quick-action rifle.David Hughes invents the microphone.The New York Symphony Orchestra will be formed.Gigonte and Sullivan stage the opera Pinerves.

We once reached the south, where there was great suffering, and many people died of unknown diseases.Our hearts are all looking for and missing the hometown where we were born.Only a few of us are left, and we only ask for a little land to live on.We left our erected tents and fled at night, the cavalry following us in pursuit.I rode up and told the cavalry, we don't want a war, just go north, and if they let go, we won't kill a soul.The only answer we got was a platoon of guns.After that, we had to fight our way through, but didn't kill the guy who didn't shoot us first.My brother Blunt took half the tribe and surrendered near Fort Robinson and they disarmed and the white men killed them all.

Chief of the Little Wolf of the Northern Sai'an Tribe All we ask is to let us live, to live in peace. We bowed our heads to the will of our elders and went to the far south, but found that the Sai'an people could not survive there, so we came back.We think it's better to fight and die than to be wiped out by disease. You can kill me here, but you can't get me back.We will never go, the only way for us to go is to bring a stick to this place, give us a headshot, drag us out, and take us there dead. Northern Sai'an blunt knife chief After I know quite a few tribes, I think the Saiyan Indians are the best tribe among the red people I have met.

Three Fingers (Colonel Mackenthal) In the Green Grass Moon of 1877, when Crazy Horse brought the Aglar tribe of the Sioux to surrender at Fort Robinson, several tribes of the Sai'an who were with him in the winter also surrendered their guns and horses , put yourself at the disposal of the soldiers.Among the chiefs of the Sai'an people are the little wolf, the blunt knife, the standing elk and the wild boar, and their clan has a thousand people.After the Battle of the Little Big Horn River, Liang Yue and 350 Sai'an tribesmen, who had been separated from others, went south to the Tongue River and surrendered to Beary Miles at Keobao.

The Saiyans who came to Fort Robinson thought that they could live on the reservation with the Sioux according to the 1868 treaty signed by Little Wolf and Dull Knife.However, the administrator of the Lifan Bureau informed them that the treaty stipulated that they would either live in the Sioux reservation area, or live in the reservation area specially set up for the Nan Sai'an people.The administrator suggested that all the Northern Saiyans move to the Indian lands and live with their fellow Southern Saiyans. Our people don't like that, Woodleg said: We're all going to be in the country around the Black Hills.However, we have a great chief, Li Mo, who keeps saying that it would be much better if we went there. I think there are only ten Sai'an people in our whole tribe who agree with him.One had the feeling that the reason he was so sharp was to make himself a big Indian among white people.

While the authorities were deciding what to do with the Northern Saiyans, the Blue Chief at Fort Robinson recruited warriors to act as scouts to help find the scattered tribes who were still outside the reservation and would not accept surrender inevitability. Lieutenant Clark Cavalry persuaded Little Wolf and a few soldiers under him to work with him.When Clark was out in the wild, he wore a white hat, which is the name the Sai'an people gave him.They immediately discovered that the white hats really liked Indians and were very interested in their way of life, culture, language, religion and habits.

Little Wolf could have stayed in Fort Robinson with the white hat, but when the order from Washington came, the Sai'an tribe wanted to go overland to the Indians, so he decided to stay with the tribe.Before leaving, these worried Sai'an chiefs demanded a final meeting with Samsung Kruger.The general wanted them to be at ease, and told them to go down there and see the Indians, and if they didn't like it, they could go up north and come back. (At the very least, this is how the interpreter translates what Kruger said.) The Saiyans asked the white hats to go south with them, but the army assigned Lieutenant Lawton the escort task.He is a good man, said the wooden leg, and has always been kind to the Indians.

They called Lawton Tall White, because he put the old and sick Indians in soldiers' wagons by day, and put them to bed in army tents by night, and they were happy.Gaobai also really supervised to see if everyone had received enough bread, meat, coffee and sugar. As they went south, they followed the familiar hunting trails, far away from the towns and cities, but they could see that the prairie was changing, with railroads, fences and houses everywhere.They also saw a small herd of bison and antelope. The Gaobai people asked the chief to pick out thirty warriors, give them rifles, and let them go hunting.

In the month of horse hair removal (May), the Sai'an people set out from Fort Robinson, a total of 972 people, after a hundred nights on the road, on August 5, 1877, there were 932 people. Seventeen people arrived at Fort Le Lo in the Sai'an and Orapaho reservation.A few old men died on the way, and a few young men slipped back north. Three-Finger Mackenthal met them at Fort Leroy, and took their horses, and the few weapons they had, though he did not shoot them all this time; It was settled that the stewards would return the horses after farming on the new land.Then he transferred the Saiyan people to the Marzi administrator.

A few days later, the Nan Sai'an people invited these relatives from the north to a customary welcome banquet, and it was at this kind of banquet that Xiaolang and Dudaotou first discovered something was wrong.This reception banquet is just a little more than a pot of clear soup with little water, and it is all that these southerners have to offer to entertain guests.In this empty land, where there was not enough food, no game, and no clean water to drink, the caretakers had no rations to feed them all, and to make things worse, the summer was so unbearably hot that the air Full of mosquitos and dusty.

The little wolf went to the caretaker and told him that they were only here to see the reserve.Now, because they don't like it here, they are going back to the north, because Samsung Kruger has promised them to do so, the administrator replied that only the patriarchs in Washington can decide whether the North Sai'an people are Go back to the Montenegro area, or when.He promised to get more food, and a herd of beef cattle was coming from Texas to feed them. The Texas longhorns are skinny and tough as their skin, but at least the Northern Saiyan can now cook soup like their relatives.At the end of summer, these northerners were all sick, first shivering with cold, then high fever, and then joint pain.The sick die away in grief.Our people died, died, died, one by one left this world. Little Wolf and Dull Knife complained to the administrator and to the chief of the soldiers at Fort Lero, until the Ministry of War finally sent Lieutenant Lawton Gaobai to inspect the North Saiyan camp.They did not get enough food and starved. The Lawton report said: Due to the lack of food, many women and children fell ill. Seeing the few food distributed to them, they did not eat it themselves, but said that they would give it to them and cried for something. The children who ate saw that the quality of the beef issued to them was so poor that it could be considered unsalable for any purpose. Malaria is prevalent, making these northerners ten to nine, and the camp medical officer has no quinine to ease the situation.He used to lock his office and leave because he had no medicine, and when he didn't want the Indians to come to see him, there was nothing he could do with them. The Gaobai people gathered the chiefs together, not to lecture, but to listen to them.We went south based on what General Kruger said, and the blunt knife said: We are still unaccustomed to the environment in this area, and we are willing to settle down and take root in a place where we will live permanently, and then send our children to school. The other chiefs and ringleaders were impatient with what the Dull Knife had to say, and he didn't speak hard enough; they held a short council, and then chose the Boar to speak for them. Since arriving at the management house, said the wild boar, he has never received corn, hard bread, cornflakes, rice, beans, or salt from the steward.The baking powder and soap are only issued once in a while, and the sugar and coffee received are only enough for about three days, and they are distributed for seven days; the same is true for beef.The flour that has been raised is good or bad, very black, and cannot be raised at all.As for the beef, the wild boar added: Many and many of them are disabled cattle, which look like they are starving to death. Other chiefs also spoke one after another, telling about the sickness and death among the people.The Sai'an people have agreed to use white people's medicine, but they can't find a doctor to give them a little bit.They said that if the High Whites would let them go hunting, they would have bison to restore their bodies. Lawton said that only their warden could allow them to hunt buffalo; but promised to go and plead for them with Three Finger Mackenthal (then commander of Fort Sill). MacKensher, whose career has flourished by killing Sai'an horses, can also offer some mercy to these surviving celebrities who are now helpless to fight back.After receiving the report from Lieutenant Lawton, Three Fingers complained strongly to General Xuelidun: The superior asked me to supervise the Indians to behave themselves. They are being starved to death by the government.At the same time, he told Major Mizner, the commander of Fort Lero, to cooperate with the administrators to obtain rations for the Saiyans.If the Indians, because of starvation, contrary to the wishes of the stewards, escape to hunt buffalo, do not try to get them back, or the cavalry will be employed in a very wrong position of assistance. It wasn't until the colder months came that the administrator of Marz allowed the Northern Saiyans to go hunting bison outside the area. At this time, he deployed a few southerners to act as eyeliners among them to ensure that they would not ride back when he returned. on his horses and fled back north.The buffalo hunt was such a disastrous failure that the hunters made fun of it, and everyone didn't starve to death for the beef.On the southern Great Plains, bison bones are everywhere, and the white hunters left piles of cattle bones in a terrible wind, but the Sai'an people could not find half a bison to hunt, except for a few mountain dogs. The mountain dogs were hunted and eaten, and the winter was not over yet, so all the domestic dogs had to be eaten to supplement the scarce rationed beef by the management.Some also spoke of the stewards giving back their horses for hunting, but the chief dismissed this statement.They would need every horse if they were determined to go back north. During this period, Three Fingers and Gao Bairen have been trying to get more food for the Sai'an people, but Washington has no response.The demand for an explanation was pressing, and the new Minister of the Ministry of the Interior, Schulz, said: This kind of trivial matter is not something that the Minister knows about in nature, and it is the business of the Bureau of Liberal Affairs.However, Schultz was ordered to serve as the Minister of the Interior, and he clearly stipulated that the Bureau of Management and Tibet should be reformed.He claimed that Northern Saiyan grievances could be traced to the ancient traditions of the chiefs keeping other Indians out of work.He admitted that the allocated funds were not enough to purchase sufficient supplies in accordance with the treaty, but he hoped that with extreme austerity and prudent management, the Bureau of Regulatory Affairs and Tibet could survive this year with only a very small deficit. (In that year, some chiefs from the Indian area went to Washington and found that Schultz was amazingly uninitiated in the affairs of the Indians. The Sai'an people called him sloppy and kept humming, which meant big eyes. This man is so magnificent It is unbelievable how it is possible to know so few things about the visual mechanism.) As the warmer months approached, the depressions in the reserved area began to be filled with mosquitoes, and immediately, the North Sai'an people suffered from attacks of cold and fever again.In addition to this disease, children are also infected with measles.During the red cherry month, there were many funerals, and the coyotes decided that the chiefs must go and make it clear to Master Marz.He and Dudao are both old and past their fate. They know what happened, and they don't have much to do with them anymore, but it is their job to save the young people and this group of people from disappearing in this world. responsibility. Merz agreed to meet with them, and Coyote was the spokesman.Since we arrived in this area, people have died every day. He said: This is not a good area for us. We would like to go back to our old home in the mountains.If you don't have the power to allow us to go back there, let some of us go to Washington and tell them what's going on here; or you can report to Washington and ask permission to go north. I can't do that at the moment, the administrator replied: stay here for another year, then we'll see what we can do for you. No, Little Wolf said firmly, we can't stay another year.If we want to leave now, before a year has passed, we may all be dead, and no one will stay and go north. Some young people at this time asked permission to speak in the meeting.We are here unaccustomed and dying, and one said: Once we die, no one will mention our names. We must go north, and it's all at stake, another said: If we die in the war, the whole clan will remember and honor our name. In August, the chiefs discussed with each other, and there were differences of opinion. Li Moo, Turkey Leg and others were afraid that when they set off north, the soldiers would follow them and kill them all. It would be much better to die in the reservation area.In early September, Little Wolf, Dull Knife, Wild Boar, and Left Hand moved their own tribe several kilometers away from others so that they could act quickly once they knew it was time to set off northward.Every day they traded things they had long cherished for horses and the few old guns that the Nan Saiyan and Orapaho were willing to part with.But they are not going to play administrators.In fact, when the pup was determined to go north in Hay Moon, he went to see Mertz and told him that he was going home.I don't want to shed blood in this management office. If you want to send soldiers to chase after me, I hope you will let me get away from this management office first.At that time, if you want to fight, I will fight with you, and we can create a bloody battlefield there. Mertz evidently did not believe that these dissenting chiefs would actually attempt such an impossible journey; he knew full well, and they knew as well as he, that the Army would stop them.He took precautions, however, and sent Greely (that is, the second member of the Nan Sai'an tribe who had narrowly escaped death at Shaxi in 1864) to the coyotes' camp to warn them. If you go, Greely told the coyotes, there will be trouble. We are not looking for trouble, the little wolf replied: We are not going to look for any trouble.All we want is to go back to where we came from. On the night of September 9, Little Wolf and Dull Knife told the men of their tribe to pack their bags and get ready to go at dawn, and they left the empty cone behind them and set off northward across the dunes Men, women and children Two hundred and ninety Of the seven people, less than one-third are fighters. This is a group of people with the strongest hearts in a proud and imminent race.There are not enough horses for everyone to ride, so they take turns riding and walking in batches.A few young men rode ahead, searching around to see if they could find some more horses. In the past, the Sai'an tribe had thousands of people, and they had more horses than any other tribe on the plain. They were also called handsome people, but both the northern and southern tribes had bad luck. For imminent destruction. As if driven by a common force of will, their nerves and muscles were tense for three days, and they showed no mercy to their mounts.On September 13th, they had already crossed the Cimaron River 240 kilometers north of Fort Le Lo, and chose a defensive position where four canyons criss-crossed. masking. It was there that the soldier overtook them, and sent an Orapaho guide into the canyon to negotiate.The Orapaho used the rug as a signal to warn the Sai'an to turn around and return to the reservation.As soon as the pup appeared, the Orapaho approached and told him that Chief Pawn didn't want to fight, but if the Saiyans didn't follow him back to Fort Lero, they would attack. We were going north, and the little wolf replied: This is what we promised to do when we promised to go south into this area.If possible, we intend to go north safely, without harm or damage to the property of white people on the way, and we will never attack anyone unless we are first bullied.If the soldiers attack us, we have to fight with them; and if the white people who are not soldiers come to help the soldiers to attack us, we also have to fight with them. The Orapaho took back what the pup had said and told Chief Private (Captain Redbro), and the soldier marched down the canyon and began shooting.This was a stupid thing for the soldiers to do, because the Sai'an people were all hiding in the cedar forests around them.All day and all night, the soldiers were trapped there with no water to drink.The next morning, small groups of Sai'an people began to slip away to the north, leaving the large soldiers to retreat. By this time, the battle had become a mobile battle across Kansas and into Nebraska, with soldiers pouring out from all the forts and cavalry from Fort Wallace, Fort Hays, Fort Dodge, Riel The infantry were sitting on trains, searching back and forth on the three parallel railways between the Cimaron River and the Pratt River.In order to move more quickly, the Saiyan people have replaced their tired mounts with white horses.They wanted to avoid fighting, but shepherds, cowherds, immigrants, and even small town vendors all joined in the pursuit.10,000 soldiers, plus 3,000 whites who were not soldiers, chased and fought these fleeing Sai'an people endlessly; making the defense fighters less and less, and also cleaned up those who were left behind Old and young.Five times in the last fortnight of September the soldiers caught up with them, but each time they found their way out.Constantly in rough terrain, the privates were unable to use carts or wheeled guns; yet, just as they threw off a pursuing blue column, another column always took the place of the one left behind. force. In the first few days of the month of fall (November), they crossed the Union Pacific Railroad, waded across the Platte River, and sprinted toward the familiar sandy hills of Nebraska.Three Star Kruger sent parallel columns criss-crossing the meridian, but admitted that catching them was as hard a job as catching a flock of frightened old crows. There was frost on the yellow grass-blades now every morning, but the fresh air was like a tonic after the long hot summers in Indian land.Six weeks' flight had left their clothes and blankets in tatters, there was never enough to eat, and there were still too few horses, so that half the men rode and walked in shifts. At the bivouac one night, the chiefs took a count, and of those who had set out from the place of the Indians, thirty-four were missing.Some were lost in the fighting and were making their way north by side trails, but most were killed by white men's guns.The elderly are getting weaker and weaker, the children are suffering from not eating enough and not sleeping enough, and some cannot go any further.Dudao said that they should go to the Hongyun clan station and ask Hongyun to give them food and shelter to fight against the coming cold months.When Hongyun fought for the Powder River region, they helped him many times. Now it's his turn to help the Sai'an tribe. The little wolf scoffed at this statement, and he was about to go to the Sai'an area, to the Tongue River Valley, where they could find abundant meat and fur, and live like the Sai'an people again. In the end, the chiefs settled the matter amicably, and those who would go to Tongue River could follow Little Wolf;The next morning, fifty-three men, forty-three women, and thirty-eight children followed the wolf cub and continued straight north.About one hundred and fifty people turned to the northwest with blunt knives. There were only a few fighters in this group, as well as the elderly, children and wounded.After thinking about it, the wild boar and the left hand followed the blunt knife. Together with their children, they are Junmin's last strong seeds. On October 23, Dull Knife's team was only two nights away from Fort Robinson, when a heavy snowstorm trapped them on the Great Plains.Large swathes of wet snowflakes made these struggling people unable to open their eyes, their horse hair turned white, and their progress slowed down.Suddenly, in the blizzard of flying snowflakes, a cavalry company suddenly appeared, and the Sai'an people were besieged. Captain Johnson, the private chief, sent an interpreter up front and quickly arranged a negotiation.Dull Knife told the captain that he didn't want trouble, all he wanted was to meet Red Cloud or Spottailtail so his people could find food and shelter. The captain informs them that Red Cloud and Madaratail have moved far north to Dakota.There were no reservations any more in Nebraska, but Fort Robinson wasn't closed, and soldiers would escort them to the fort area. Dull Knife protested at first, but when dusk came and the snow was icy to the bone, everyone was cold and hungry, so he said that he would go to the fort with the soldiers. Night was coming quickly, and the soldiers camped along a stream, and sent guards around the Sai'an.That night the chiefs talked among themselves, very uneasy, wondering what the soldiers would do to them.They resolved to dismantle their best rifles and pistols, and leave a few broken guns to hand them over if the chief of the soldiers ordered them to disarm.During the hours of the night they disassembled the guns, handed the barrels to the women, hid them under their clothes, tied the springs, bolts, firing pins, bullets and other small parts to their necklaces and moccasins On, as an accessory.Indeed, the next morning, Captain Johnson really ordered his officers and soldiers to hand over the weapons of the Sai'an tribe.The Sai'an people piled their broken rifles, rotten pistols, bows and arrows into a small pile, and the captain asked the soldiers to take them as souvenirs. On October 25 they arrived at Fort Robinson, and they were assigned to live in a wooden barracks which had been built for a company of seventy-five soldiers.Although one hundred and fifty Sai'an people were crowded inside, they were happy to be sheltered from the wind and snow.The soldiers gave them blankets, and they had plenty of food and medicine. As the guards guarding the barracks, their eyes were friendly and admiring. Every day, Dudao asked the camp commander, Major Carton, when they would go to Hongyun's clan station.Carton told him they had to wait for an order from Washington.In order to express his sympathy for the Sai'an people, he allowed a small number of warriors to go hunting wild animals at a time, and lent them hunting horses and guns.The Indians found that there were almost no wild animals. The grassland around Fort Robinson was empty and lonely, and all the cones were gone. Even if it's just one day at a time. The wolves were running. At the beginning of the month, their friend Major Carton was transferred and left the fort area, and the new successor commander, Captain Wessel, arrived.The Sai'an people heard from Brother Bing that he was a flying Dutchman.He was always running around in the fort area, spying on the Sai'an people, entering their barracks without announcing, peeking into the corners, his eyes searching everywhere.It was in this month that the white man called December that the white man brought the red cloud south from the Dakotas to talk with them. Our hearts ache for you, Hong Yun said: A lot of our blood is in your dead, which makes our hearts very sad.But what can we do?The patriarch has boundless mana, and his people fill the entire earth. We must do what he says.We have begged him to let you come and live with us, and hope to have you come.All of us will share with you.But remember, you must do what he tells you, and we can't help you.The snow on the mountain is so thick, our horses are so skinny, and wild animals are very rare.You can't resist, and neither can we.So listen to old friends, do what your parents tell you, don't whine and do it. It turns out that Hongyun has become so old and decadent in his later years, so wary and fearful.Dull Knife had heard that he was a prisoner on his own Dakota Reservation.The Sai'an chief stood up and looked sadly at the wrinkled face of the big Sioux brother.We know that you are friends, and we should believe what friends say. He said: Thank you for asking us to separate your land, and I hope that the parents will let us go to you.All we ask is for us to live, and to live in peace.I will not fight against anyone; I am old, the days of war are over, we bowed our heads to the will of our elders and went far to the south, to the place where we were told to go, only to find that there, the Sai'an people lived If we don’t go down, there are frequent diseases among our people, and there are wails in every cone.Then, the promises in the treaty changed, our rations were short, and those who did not die of disease were starved and emaciated, and stayed there, that is to say, all died, and the letters of love to the parents were ignored.We thought that it would be better to go back to our hometown and die in war than to be wiped out by disease, so we started to travel thousands of miles, and you know the rest. Dudao turned to Captain Wessel and said: Tell everyone, Dudao and his people only want to spend the rest of their lives in the north where they were born, and tell him that we will never fight again.We can't survive in the south, there's no game.Here, when rations are scarce, we can still hunt.Tell him, if we stay here, the blunt knives won't hurt anyone.Tell him, if he wants to send us back, we'll kill each other with our own knives. Wessel stammered out a few words, which he promised to let the elders know what Dull Knife had said. Less than a month later, on January 3, 1879, a telegram from the War Department was sent to Captain Wessel.General Xue Lidun and Shuzi with big eyes made up their minds against the Sai'an people with blunt knives.Unless they are sent back to where they came from, Schreidon said, the whole system of reservations would be shaken, and its stability would be jeopardized.Schultz said deeply: These Indians should be escorted back to their reservations. In terms of the style of the Ministry of War, this order must be implemented immediately, regardless of the winter weather.At this time, the snow is drifting into the curtain moon (January), and the weather is extremely cold and the wind and snow are violent. Do the parents want us to die?Blunt knife asked Captain Wessel: If it is, we will die here, and we will never go back! Wessel replied that he would give the Saiyan five days to change their minds.During these five days, they will detain the prisoner in the barracks, without food or firewood for the stove. Therefore, during these five days, the Sai'an people huddled together in the barracks.It snowed almost every night, and they scraped the snow off the window sills to use as water, but there was nothing to eat except for the leftovers and bones from previous meals. Hands hurt. On the 9th of January, Wessel sent Duddao and other chiefs to his fort.The blunt knife didn't go, but the wild boar, crow and left hand all went with the soldier.Not a few minutes later, Lefty ran out of the fort, still in handcuffs, but the large crowd rushed on him, and he screamed loudly before he was beaten silently, so that the Indians in the barracks knew something happened.Boar told Wessel that no Saiyan would ever go south again, and the captain ordered him to be handcuffed and fettered.The boar tried to run away and kill the soldiers, but they overpowered him. After a while, Wessel went outside the barracks and spoke to them through the window.Let the women and children come out, he ordered: let them suffer no more. They replied: We would rather die together here than go south. Wessel walked away, and the soldiers came and put chains and bars on the door of the barracks.Night had come, but the moonlight on the snow made everything outside the barracks as bright as day; the moonlight also shone on the shining spears of the six guards, who walked back and forth in their overcoats. Pushing the cold stove aside, a soldier picked up a length of floor wood, on which lay five barrels in the dry mud, where they had been hidden the first day.From their headgear, their moccasins, they began to collect the triggers, firing pins, magazines, Several rifles and a few pistols were assembled in no time.The young men painted their faces and put on their best clothes, while the women made little piles of saddles and rolls of clothes under every window, that every one might jump out quickly.Then the best sharpshooters among the warriors would shoot at the designated window, one man picking one of the guards outside as a target. At 9:45 p.m., the first volley of gunfire rang out, and at that very moment, every window frame was knocked down, and the Sai'an tribe poured out of the house.They grabbed the rifles from the dead and wounded guards, and ran towards the hill line outside the camp.They had ten minutes' walk, some still in winter underwear, before the first cavalry came galloping after them.Soldiers quickly formed a defensive line to allow women and children to cross the stream.Because the soldiers did not have many weapons, they kept shooting, backing, shooting, and backing.There were more and more soldiers, and they spread out in an enveloping arc, shooting at every Indian who moved across the snow.During the first hour of fighting more than half the combatants were killed; by this time the soldiers had picked up bits and pieces of women and children and killed many before they could surrender , including the daughter of the blunt knife. After daybreak, the soldiers drove together sixty-five prisoners of the Sai'an tribe, most of whom were women and children. Twenty-three of them were wounded and escorted back to Fort Robinson; Freedom is alive and well, and thirty-two of them fled north in the mountains together, followed by four companies of cavalry and a company of mountain artillery.Six other people hid in some rock piles only a few kilometers away from the fort area. Among them were Blunt Knife, his wife, son, daughter-in-law and grandson who had survived the death, and another young boy named Red Bird. The thirty-two men were pursued by the cavalry for several days, and finally trapped them in the deep buffalo pit near Hat Creek Cliff; Boom, emptied the magazine, retreated, loaded the bullet, and rushed to shoot until no Indian returned fire.Most of the Sai'an people are women and children, only nine survived. At the end of the first month, Dudao and the others only walked at night, finding their way to Songling, where they became prisoners of the Red Cloud Reserve. The pup and his men spent the winter digging holes along the frozen banks of Lost Cherry Creek, a tributary of the Naabrina River, for hiding.In the sour eye month, when the weather is a little warmer, we set off for the Tongue River area in the north.They had met Two Moon and five North Saiyans at Maple Creek, who were now scouts for the blue uniform of Keobao. Er Yue told Little Wolf that the white hat Clark was coming out to find him and wanted to have a meeting with him to discuss.The little wolf replied that he would be glad to see his old friend Whitecap.They met eight hundred meters from the Saiyan camp, and Lieutenant Clark disarmed himself, expressing his confidence in their friendship.He said that he had been ordered to take the Sai'an people to Keaobao, where their relatives had already surrendered and were living there now.他又補充說道，和平的代價就是他們的馬匹槍枝；他們現在還可以騎自己的馬，一直到客奧堡為止，不過卻一定要在現在繳槍。 自從我在紅雲管理所離開你以後，小狼答道：我們就一直南下，在那裡受了好多的苦難我哥哥鈍刀，帶了族裡的一半人，在羅賓遜堡附近投降，以為你還在那裡會去找他呢。他們繳了槍，然後白人就把他們統統殺掉了。我現在在草原上，在這兒我需要槍，只要一到客奧堡，我定會把槍枝馬匹給你，但是現在我還不能繳槍。你是唯一一個在打仗以前先提談判的人，打仗就像是刮風，好久以來就使我們的心飄飄蕩蕩的，現在算是定下來了。 當然，小狼非繳槍不可，一直到白帽子使他相信，不會讓大兵消滅他的族人為止。他們到了客奧堡，很多年輕人就在堡區應募幹上了大兵的探馬。好久一段時間，我們並沒有做什麼，只除開出出操，到樹林裡去運運木頭，木腿說道：我在客奧堡學到了喝威士忌酒我幹探馬的餉錢，大部份都開銷在威士忌酒上了。 賽安族人出於煩悶和絕望而喝威士忌酒，酒使得白人的貿易販大發其財；酒也把這一族人還剩下來的領導人才給毀了；酒毀掉了小狼。 經過幾個月又幾個月華府衙門的耽擱，在羅賓遜堡的孤兒、寡婦和孑餘的戰士，才轉到松嶺紅雲管理所去，他們在那裡才同鈍刀在一起。又經過好多個月的等待後，客奧堡的賽安族人才在舌頭河上有了一片保留區，鈍刀和住在松嶺的少數人才奉准和他們的族人住在一起。對他們大多數人來說，這個保留區太晚了，賽安族人的力量已經消失。自從沙溪事件以後的這些年中，浩劫頻頻攻襲這些俊民，這一族人的種子，已經隨風四散。我們一定要往北去，把一切都豁出去了。一位年輕的戰士這麼說過：倘若我們打仗中死了，我們的名字就會被全族的老百姓記住、崇敬呀。不久，還活著的人就沒有一個人會關心記著他們，也沒有一個人會談到這些已經逝世人們的名字了。