Peter's to the Rocky Mountains themselves.They are divided into several independent bands, united under no central government, and acknowledge no common head.The same language, usages, and superstitions form the sole bond between them.They do not unite even in their wars.The bands of the east fight the Ojibwas on the Upper Lakes; those of the west make incessant war upon the Snake Indians in the Rocky Mountains.As the whole people is divided into bands, so each band is divided into villages.Each village has a chief, who is honored and obeyed only so far as his personal qualities may command respect and fear.Sometimes he is a mere nominal chief; sometimes his authority is little short of absolute, and his fame and influence reach even beyond his own village; so that the whole band to which he belongs is ready to acknowledge him as their head.This was, a few years since, the case with the Ogallalla.Courage, address, and enterprise may raise any warrior to the highest honor, especially if he be the son of a former chief, or a member of a numerous family, to support him and avenge his quarrels; but when he has reached the dignity of chief, and the old men and warriors, by a peculiar ceremony, have formally installed him, let it not be imagined that he assumes any of the outward semblances of rank and honor.He knows too well on how frail a tenure he holds his station.He must conciliate his uncertain subjects.Many a man in the village lives better, owns more squaws and more horses, and goes better clad than he.Like the Teutonic chiefs of old, he ingratiates himself with his young men by making them presents, thereby often impoverishing himself.Does he fail in gaining their favor, they will set his authority at naught, and may desert him at any moment; for the usages of his people have provided no sanctions by which he may enforce his authority.Very seldom does it happen, at least among these western bands, that a chief attains to much power, unless he is the head of a numerous family.
Frequently the village is principally made up of his relatives and descendants, and the wandering community assumes much of the patriarchal character.A people so loosely united, torn, too, with ranking feuds and jealousies, can have little power or efficiency.
The western Dakota have no fixed habitations.Hunting and fighting, they wander incessantly through summer and winter.Some are following the herds of buffalo over the waste of prairie; others are traversing the Black Hills, thronging on horseback and on foot through the dark gulfs and somber gorges beneath the vast splintering precipices, and emerging at last upon the "Parks," those beautiful but most perilous hunting grounds.The buffalo supplies them with almost all the necessaries of life; with habitations, food, clothing, and fuel; with strings for their bows, with thread, cordage, and trail-ropes for their horses, with coverings for their saddles, with vessels to hold water, with boats to cross streams, with glue, and with the means of purchasing all that they desire from the traders.
When the buffalo are extinct, they too must dwindle away.
War is the breath of their nostrils.Against most of the neighboring tribes they cherish a deadly, rancorous hatred, transmitted from father to son, and inflamed by constant aggression and retaliation.
Many times a year, in every village, the Great Spirit is called upon, fasts are made, the war parade is celebrated, and the warriors go out by handfuls at a time against the enemy.This fierce and evil spirit awakens their most eager aspirations, and calls forth their greatest energies.It is chiefly this that saves them from lethargy and utter abasement.Without its powerful stimulus they would be like the unwarlike tribes beyond the mountains, who are scattered among the caves and rocks like beasts, living on roots and reptiles.These latter have little of humanity except the form; but the proud and ambitious Dakota warrior can sometimes boast of heroic virtues.It is very seldom that distinction and influence are attained among them by any other course than that of arms.Their superstition, however, sometimes gives great power, to those among them who pretend to the character of magicians.Their wild hearts, too, can feel the power of oratory, and yield deference to the masters of it.
But to return.Look into our tent, or enter, if you can bear the stifling smoke and the close atmosphere.There, wedged close together, you will see a circle of stout warriors, passing the pipe around, joking, telling stories, and making themselves merry, after their fashion.We were also infested by little copper-colored naked boys and snake-eyed girls.They would come up to us, muttering certain words, which being interpreted conveyed the concise invitation, "Come and eat." Then we would rise, cursing the pertinacity of Dakota hospitality, which allowed scarcely an hour of rest between sun and sun, and to which we were bound to do honor, unless we would offend our entertainers.This necessity was particularly burdensome to me, as I was scarcely able to walk, from the effects of illness, and was of course poorly qualified to dispose of twenty meals a day.Of these sumptuous banquets I gave a specimen in a former chapter, where the tragical fate of the little dog was chronicled.So bounteous an entertainment looks like an outgushing of good will; but doubtless one-half at least of our kind hosts, had they met us alone and unarmed on the prairie, would have robbed us of our horses, and perchance have bestowed an arrow upon us beside.
Trust not an Indian.Let your rifle be ever in your hand.Wear next your heart the old chivalric motto SEMPER PARATUS.
