[Illustration: Courtesy, Smithsonian Institution. BRULÉ CHIEF SPOTTED TAIL. Courtesy, Smithsonian Institution. BRULÉ CHIEF NO FLESH. ] [Illustration: NO FLESH] [Illustration: BATTLE PICTURE.] The shod horse tracks in the picture represent the cavalry, and the unshod pony tracks represent Indian ponies. The faces on the margin are the attacking cavalry. It will be seen that he killed a soldier before he killed the captain. Engaged in this work, he would remain at the house for hours, hoping to gain favor with Nannie. Observing Nannie had great influence with me and with Spotted Tail, and noticing she bought fruits and paid for them herself, he knew of course that she was no squaw, and that she had authority. One day Captain McDougall and several officers of the 7th Cavalry arrived at the post, with a scouting command to rest for a few days and secure supplies. Nannie invited the officers to dine with Spotted Tail, Standing Elk, and White Thunder, but, as usual, did not include No Flesh. No Flesh learned the news rather late, but, a few moments after we had taken our seats, announced himself at the door and was seated in the parlor by the orderly. When dinner was over we returned to the parlor and shook hands with No Flesh. Having held his seat during the dinner in the hope that he might at least be invited to a second table, he was somewhat sullen. After a while he exclaimed, "Well, you must have had a great deal to eat." "Why do you think so?" I asked. "Because it took you so long to eat it," he rejoined. Seeing he was not likely to receive an invitation, and convinced from Nannie's demeanor toward him that the fault lay with her, he shook hands in a very dignified manner with everyone in the room save Nannie. She was sitting near the door, and when he came near he drew himself up in a most scornful manner and passed quickly out. This amused not only the officers, but the Indians. Soon after, when strolling together through the Indian encampments, I remarked, "Suppose we call on No Flesh." "Very well," she said, "I would just as soon." No Flesh appeared much astonished, but he invited us in his tent, asking us to be seated on the ground, which we did. Two squaws and several children were present. He looked sternly in my face for some moments, and then exclaimed: "You--no chief!" pointing to me with his forefinger. Then pointing with his left forefinger to Nannie, he held it up vertically, thus, (pointing hand symbol 1) as representing her; and pointing to me with his right forefinger, held it up thus, (pointing hand symbol 2) as representing me. He then placed them vertically together, thus, (pointing hand symbols 2 and 1) as representing our relative standing in authority. All nomadic Indians have a common sign language and communicate with each other without the use of words.