After crossing the Beaver, which consumed some time, we came upon an encampment of the Cheyenne Indians, who annoyed us much by their thieving propensities. One, who stole a ladle from my wagon, I caught and searched; but, not finding it about his person, I concluded he had tossed it into the grass, where I subsequently found it. In order to frighten our cattle, they spread themselves across the road, lying flat upon the grass. The presentation of our guns brought them to their feet and stopped their fun. They are armed with bows and arrows, and one white man with a gun can put a dozen of them to flight. They will do no harm to a company of ten to fifteen persons traveling together.
From The Far Western Frontier, page 74
From The Far Western Frontier, page 74