The older men, the chiefs, are quiet so far, but the young braves are getting out of hand.

You see they have no longer their ancient excitement of war and the chase.

Life has grown monotonous, to the young men especially, on the reserves.

They are chafing under control, and the prospect of a fight appeals to them.

In every tribe sun dances are being held, braves are being made, and from across the other side weapons are being introduced.