Soon after leaving Pine Ridge I received the following letter from Blue Horse which was dictated to his interpreter:
Son of the Shadow-Maker: This morning I am glad to shake hands with you through the white man's way,
and to tell you through this paper a little of my past history.
I am the second son of the great Sioux Chief, Smoke, to whom more than seventy-eight years ago,
there was born two sons, viz, Big Mouth and Blue Horse.
As Big Mouth was the elder, he became head chief upon the death of our father,
but thirty winters past another Sioux chief,
named Spotted Tail, laid in ambush and killed my brother. Being of peaceful disposition,
I did not shoot the murderer, as I was advised to do but instead, separated and
moved with the Milk band of Sioux to another locality.
The Blue Horse village afterward became noted as a place of refuge for all white men in distress,
and this morning, kind friend, I raise this pipe of truth and do solemnly swear by and in the presence of
the Great Spirit, that this brown hand of
old Chief Blue Horse has never risen to smite a white man.