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once, and permanently settling on their reservations in the spring.

Of course the usual delays of Indian diplomacy ensued, and it was

some weeks before I heard the result.



Then one of my messengers returned with word that Little Robe and

Yellow Bear were on their way to see me. They arrived a few days

later, and, promptly acceding to the terms, promised to bring their

people in, but as many of them would have to come on foot on account

of the condition of the ponies, more time was solicited. Convinced

of the sincerity of their professions I gave them a reasonable

extension, and eventually Yellow Bear made good his word, but Little

Robe, in spite of earnest and repeated efforts, was unable to deliver

his people till further operations were begun against them.



While these negotiations were in progess I came to the conclusion

that a permanent military post ought to be established well down on

the Kiowa and Comanche reservation, in order to keep an eye on these

tribes in the future, Fort Cobb, being an unsuitable location,

because too far to the north to protect the Texas frontier, and too

far away from where it was intended to permanently place the Indians.

With this purpose in view I had the country thoroughly explored, and

afterward a place was fixed upon not far from the base of the

Witchita Mountains, and near the confluence of Medicine Bluff and

Cash creeks, where building stone and timber could be obtained in

plenty, and to this point I decided to move. The place was named

Camp Sill-now Fort Sill--in honor of my classmate, General Sill,

killed at Stone River; and to make sure of the surrendered Indians, I

required them all, Kiowas, Comanches, and Comanche-Apaches, to

accompany us to the new post, so they could be kept under military

control till they were settled.



During the march to the new camp the weather was not so cold as that

experienced in coming down from Camp Supply; still, rains were

frequent, and each was invariably followed by a depression of

temperature and high winds, very destructive to our animals, much

weakened by lack of food. The men fared pretty well, however, for on

the rough march along the Washita, and during our stay at Fort Cobb,

they had learned to protect themselves materially from the cold. For

this they had contrived many devices, the favorite means being

dugouts--that is, pits dug in the ground, and roofed over, with

shelter-tents, and having at one end a fire-place and chimney

ingeniously constructed with sod. In these they lived very snugly--

four men in each--and would often amuse themselves by poking their

heads out and barking at the occupants of adjacent huts in imitation

of the prairie-dog, whose comfortable nests had probably suggested

the idea of dugouts. The men were much better off, in fact, than

many of the officers, for the high winds frequently made havoc with

our wall-tents. The horses and mules suffered most of all. They

could not be sheltered, and having neither grain nor grass, the poor

beasts were in no condition to stand the chilling blasts. Still, by

cutting down cottonwood-trees, and letting the animals browse on the

small soft branches, we managed to keep them up till, finally even

this wretched food beginning to grow scarce, I had all except a few

of the strongest sent to Fort Arbuckle, near which place we had been

able, fortunately, to purchase some fields of corn from the half-

civilized Chickasaws and Choctaws.



Through mismanagement, as previously noted, the greater part of the

supplies which I had ordered hauled to Arbuckle the preceding fall

had not got farther on the way than Fort Gibson, which post was about

four hundred miles off, and the road abominable, particularly east of

Arbuckle, where it ran through a low region called "boggy bottom."

All along this route were abandoned wagons, left sticking in the mud,

and hence the transportation was growing so
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