One of the amusing, though irritating, incidents of the affair was to see the plumed and painted warriors race headlong for the camp, plunge into the stream, wash off their war paint, and remove their feathers; in another moment they would be stolidly sitting on the ground, with their blankets over their shoulders, rising to greet the pursuing cavalry with unmoved composure and calm assurance that they had always been friendly and had much disapproved the conduct of the young bucks who had just been scattered on the field outside.

It was much to the credit of the discipline of the army that no bloodshed followed the fight proper.

The loss to the whites was small.
The other incident, related by Lieutenant Pitcher, took place in 1890, near Tongue River, in northern Wyoming.

The command with which he was serving was camped near the Cheyenne Reservation.

One day two young Cheyenne bucks, met one of the government herders, and promptly killed him--in a sudden fit, half of ungovernable blood lust, half of mere ferocious lightheartedness.