the most dignified men on the streets were
the policemen, in their long blue coats with
brass buttons. They were such a remark-
able set of men physically that this of itself
was enough to catch my eye.

Soon I was again upon the eastern bound
express, and we had not gone far when a
middle-aged man who had thoroughly in-
vestigated my appearance both through and
over his glasses, came to my seat and with-
out apology or introduction began to bom-
bard me with countless questions.

"You are an Indian?" he began.

"Yes," I murmured.

"What is your tribe?"

"Sioux."

"How came you so far away from the
tribe? Are you a member of Sitting Bull's
band? Are you related to him?" he con-
tinued. I was greatly relieved when he
released me from his intrusive scrutiny.
Among our people, the children and old
women sometimes betray curiosity as regards
a stranger, but no grown man would be
guilty of such bad manners as I have often
met with when traveling.

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