Yes, they have “been and gone."
   Forty-one persons in all arrived Saturday afternoon. The party included:    Rev. Chas. Cook, Native Missionary, Robert American Horse and Clarence Three Stars old pupils of Carlisle, Chiefs American Horse Fast Thunder,. Spotted Horse, Fire Thunder, Big Road, Young-Man-Afraid-Of-His-Horses, Little Wound, Spotted Elk, White Bird, Grass,  Turning Hawk, He Dog, Capt. Geo. Sword, Chief of Police, and Louis Shangrau, and Baptiste Pourex, interpreters, all of Pine Ridge.
  Chiefs John Grass, Mad Bear, Louis Primaux, interpreter, and Mrs. Louis Primaux of Standing Rock ;
   Louis Richards, interpreter, Chiefs Hollow Horn Bear, Two Strikes, Good Voice, High  Hawk, Quick Bear, High Pipe, and He Dog, of Rosebud.
   Rev. L. C. Walker, Native Missionary David Zepher and Alex Rencounter, interpreters, Chiefs One-to-Play-With, Big Mane and Medicine Bull of Lower Brule;
   Chiefs White Ghost and Wizi of Crow Creek.
   Chiefs Little-No-Heart, Straight Head, and Hump of Cheyenne River.
   Some in the above list will be recognized as "friendlies.”
   Why have they been so called?
   Because in the recent disturbance among the Sioux Indians in Dakota, although they have felt for many years that they were being driven to the wall, promise after promise of the Government having failed to be carried out; although they have suffered abuse heaped upon abuse, still in the heat of the excitement when their homes were being burned by a frenzied mob of Indians excited to this condition by the presence of ten thousand soldiers, who were sent as they supposed to wipe the Sioux from the face of the earth, notwithstanding all this the leading men among them whose bitter experiences in former years had taught them that to fight the unmerciful whites would do no good, concluded it wise to smile and turn the other cheek also, and so have been denominated “friendlies.”
   Then there were hostiles in the party -- men who bore as kindly faces as the friendlies, but who, when starvation was threatening, and their little ones were dying daily because of not having proper care when sick and for want of food, hesitated for a time as to whether it were not better once more to fight for liberty and the right to live.
   While here, comfortable quarters were given them in the old chapel. Each man had a  bed and toilet set, the room was heated by steam, and they were made as comfortable as Carlisle could make them, and the chiefs themselves gave many evidences of appreciation of kindly attention from officers and pupils.
   Not until evening did they meet the whole school.
   Then all gathered in the new chapel where a little programme gotten up hastily in the afternoon was carried out.
   As the different boys and girls performed their several parts the Man-on-the-band-stand was greatly interested in watching the faces of his Indian friends.
   Some carried hearts too full of grief to admit of a show of pleasure. But others of the company allowed their countenances to light up with the joy that filled their hearts as they witnessed their own flesh and blood performing what seemed like miracles, and as one of the chiefs afterward expressed, in “just the same voice as white children.”
   Some of the dignified old gentlemen even clapped their hands as heartily as the rest of the audience.
   Three or four of the more conservative look-
ing, those, for instance, who had not taken pains to use the brushes and combs provided, as the well-kempt locks of American Horse proved that he had; still such as these stretched their necks and gazed with open mouths as well as eyes, so interested were they to see all and to catch every sound.
   Robert American Horse, son of the chief, and member of the first class of Indian pupils who came to Carlisle, was the first of the visitors to speak.
   Robert left the school long before he had finished the course; and with but a smattering of English, yet his friends were greatly surprised to hear him ask for an interpreter.
   The fact is, Robert’s life at home has been a most helpful one to his people.
   He is an Episcopalian catechist at a very important station, but uses the Indian language only, both in the service and in his preaching, so it is no wonder that he is losing the power to use English.
   Failing to secure an interpreter, however, he bravely came to the front with his little English, encouraged by an almost deafening round of applause from the students.
   He reminded the boys and girls at Carlisle that the door to knowledge is open for them, and he would have us all work and strive to be Christians as well as learned in books and trades.
   Clarence Three Stars, also one of that first memorable class who came to Carlisle eleven years ago, nearly all of whom were dressed in blankets:
   Ah, we remember them well!
   How they began with “box” and ‘boy” and “horse” and “Is the cow white?”
   Clarence followed Robert, but his remarks were brief. They showed however that he has been using his English more than Robert. Having served as assistant disciplinarian at the Pine Ridge Agency school for several years, he was obliged to. He is now a clerk in one of the stores, and has the name at the agency of being a steady, honest faithful and efficient worker in all that he finds to do.
   The speeches of the chiefs will be given in the coming Red Man.
   The party left on Monday night, well pleased with their small sojourn with us.

February 20, 1891 INDIAN HELPER