Then I hunted about till I found Spotted Tail's lodge.

The old chief was stretched lazily out on a pile of robes as I looked in.

He knew who I was and invited me to enter.
In the lodge I found Todd Randall, an old white frontiersman, who was Spotted Tail's friend and agent, and who had lived a great many years with the Indians.

Randall, who spoke the Sioux jargon perfectly, did the interpreting, and through him I readily communicated to the chief the object of my visit.
I said that the warriors and chiefs would greatly please General Sheridan if they would meet him in about ten sleeps at the old Government crossing at the Red Willow.

I said that a great chief from far across the water was coming to visit them, and that he was especially anxious to meet the greatest of the Indian chiefs.
Spotted Tail replied that he would be very glad to go.