After the last sun dance, the Kiowa warriors made a great raid into Chihuahua and captured a number of horses. They had recrossed the Rio Grande and camped on the northern side, when they were attacked at sunrise by a pursuing party of Mexicans. The Indians fled and escaped, excepting Gúi-k`áte, "Wolf-lying-down," who rode a mare which was delayed by a colt in following, and was therefore unable to get away from the enemy, who shot and killed him. Set-t'aiñte and Set-ĭmkía also went against the Ute this fall and found and attacked a single tipi on the upper South Canadian, killing one man and wounding several others. [Illustration: FIG. 124--Winter 1858-59--Gúi-k`áte killed.] SUMMER 1859 _Ahíñ-dóha K`adó_, "Cedar-bluff sun dance." The figure at the side of the medicine lodge is intended to represent a cedar tree on a bluff. This dance was held at a place known to the Kiowa as "Cedar bluff," on the northern side of Smoky-hill river (_Pe P'a_, "Sand river"), about opposite the mouth of Timber creek, near the present Fort Hays, Kansas. The Kiowa state that they went so far north on account of the abundance of buffalo in that vicinity. This dance is sometimes also called _Ää'otón-de K`adó_, "Timber-clearing sun dance," from the fact that most of the trees once there had been cut down. [Illustration: FIG. 125--Summer 1859--Cedar-bluff sun dance.] WINTER 1859-60 Gíaká-ite, "Back-hide," died, and a cross was afterward erected over his bones. The figure of the individual, with the cross above his head, explains itself. The _gíăká-i_ or "back hide" (see the Glossary) is a piece of rawhide worn over the shoulders by women, to protect the back when carrying wood or other burdens. Gíaká-ite was a very old man, and died on the Staked plain (_Päsä´ngya_, "Edge prairie"), at a salt pond called _Tóñ-kóñ_, "Black water," perhaps the Agua Negra, just within the Texas boundary. Having become so old and enfeebled in mind and body as to be a continual source of trouble and anxiety, his unfeeling relatives deliberately abandoned him. Shortly before this the old man asked Dohasän, who was of his own family, where they intended to camp next winter. The chief brutally replied, "What is that to you? We shall not take you with us." The poor old man, thinking it a joke, laughed and said, "How can you leave me behind? There are not many chiefs, and you can't afford to lose one." However, on their next move they left him behind to shift for himself, and as he was too feeble to keep up with the party he died alone. Whether he died a lingering death of starvation or met a quicker fate by the coyotes, is unknown; but some time afterward a small war party of the Kiowa, passing near the spot, found his skeleton, over which kind hands--probably Mexican travelers--had erected a rude cross. [Illustration: FIG. 126--Winter 1859-60--Gíaká-ite died.]