of. “It is no exaggerated estimate,” says the agent, “to place the number of sick people on the reservation at two thousand. Many deaths occurred which might have been obviated had there been a proper supply of anti-malarial remedies at hand. * * * Hundreds applying for treatment have been refused medicine.”
The Northern Cheyennes grew more and more restless and unhappy. “In council and elsewhere they profess an intense desire to be sent North, where they say they will settle down as the others have done,” says the report; adding, with an obtuseness which is inexplicable, that “no difference has been made in the treatment of the Indians,” but that the “compliance” of these Northern Cheyennes has been “of an entirely different nature from that of the other Indians,” and that it may be “necessary in the future to compel what so far we have been unable to effect by kindness and appeal to their better natures.”
If it is “an appeal to men’s better natures” to remove them by force from a healthful Northern climate, which they love and thrive in, to a malarial Southern one, where they are struck down by chills and fever—refuse them medicine which can combat chills and fever, and finally starve them—then, indeed, might be said to have been most forcible appeals made to the “better natures” of these Northern Cheyennes. What might have been predicted followed.
Early in the autumn, after this terrible summer, a band of some three hundred of these Northern Cheyennes took the desperate step of running off and attempting to make their way back to Dakota. They were pursued, fought desperately, but were finally overpowered, and surrendered. They surrendered, however, only on the condition that they should be taken to Dakota. They were unanimous in declaring that they would rather die than go back to the Indian Territory. This was nothing more, in fact, than saying that they would rather die by bullets than of chills and fever and starvation.
