Sitting Bull

Chicago Times Interview with Frauk Girará, the ! Faiuous Scout.] The reporter asked tlie plucky scout d be liad ever come ticross Sitting BalJ. " Yes," was the reply. "I once had a band-to-hand encounter with him. ín íhe spring of 18G4, a body of Sioux camped on the opposite side of the river,within amileandahalf of the foit. Sitting Buil aud a party of twelve came on a visit to the Berthold Indians, who were still in their winter quarters. They ai'terward came to the fort, and I told Sitting Buil tliat Icould only allow himself and a few of the principal men of I the tribe to come inside and trade. He knew that regulation was customary whon we were a little weak, and he made no objection. I further told him to go iato the store and trade at our regular ! prices, and when he was through I would satisfy him by giving him anything that ho wanted, but I could not permit him to fix the price. He went into the store and got soine Iroquois shells, which are largely used by I the savages for purposes of 1 tation. He offered flve buffalo robes for them, but the price was ten, and the store man would not accept his offer. Sitting Buil came into my office and said he would not givo more than five robes for the shells. I told him lie i could not have them for the price, and I j took the sheils away irom him. I ] walked toward a bureau to put the ' cles away. Knowing the treacherou3 nature of the Sioux, I watched him over my shoulder. He had his arms , crossed on the stock of a reled gnn, the muzzles of which were ! resting on the floor. As I stepped j sway from him, Sitting Buil raised the ! gun and was bringing it to bear upon me, when I dropped the shells, seized j and threw up the barrels of the gun, and knoeked the caps off with my : thumb. While I was doing this the second chief of the Kees, who was in i the office, pulled out his revolver and ! covered Sitting Buil, asking me in ' dian, " What do you say ?" I thought a second or two and the friendly chief peated his question, but I answertd, ' "No." The newspaper man suggested that Mr. Girard had missed a glorious ; portunity of ridding the United States army of one of its most dangerous enemies. "Well," said the scout, smiling, "we don't always know how things will turn out. I hadconsideretl the sitnation,and ! thought if Sitting Buil was killed inside the fort there were sufficient Indians in his camp to have smoked ns out. He left shortly af ter this little ] sode, looking anything but pleased, and l he sent me word by Bloodj' Knife that '■ he had an arrow in his quiver which he ' would never use until he met me again. I returned the consument by sending him word that I had a rifle which always spoke the trath when it spoke, aud that when I saw him he would hear ; of it. This challenge remained in force .' for two years, when Sitting Buil was ! sirous of visiting the Berthold Indians. j He sent two runners with a pipe of peace and asked me to smoke and terminate ! the feud. With thin pipe he sent two j fine American horsos, as a sort of in ducement for us to smoke. At the solicitation of the chiefs of the Berthold : Indians I smoked the pipe, and gave the horses to the head chiefs at the fort. 1 1 sent word to Sitting Buil that as he j came so would I receive him ; if emptvImnded, so would I be, but if he hada bow and arrows, I would have my pistol. From that day to this I have never had the pleasure of meeting Sitting i Buil. I understand that he came to the village at dark and always returned to his camp before daylight."