83. _Mah-tó-rah-rísh-nee-eéh-ée-rah_, the Grisly Bear that runs without Regard; a brave of the _Onc-pah-pa_ band.
84. _Mah-tó-che-ga_, the Little Bear; a distinguished brave.
85. _Shón-ka_, the Dog; Chief of the _Bad Arrow Points_ band.
86. _Táh-téck-a-da-háir_, the Steep Wind; a Brave of the _Ca-za-zhee-ta_ (or Bad Arrow Points) band.
These three distinguished men were all killed in a private quarrel (while I was in the country), occasioned by my painting only _one half_ of the face of the first (No. 84); ridicule followed, and resort to fire-arms, in which that side of the face which I had left out was blown off in a few moments after I had finished the portrait; and sudden and violent revenge for the offence soon laid the other two in the dust, and imminently endangered my own life. (For a full account of this strange transaction, see Catlin's 'Letters and Notes on North American Indians.')
87. _Heh-háh-ra-pah_, the Elk's Head; Chief of the _Ee-ta-sip-shov_ band, Upper Missouri.
88. _Máh-to-een-náh-pa_, the White Bear that goes out; Chief of the _Black Foot Sioux_ band.
89. _Tchón-su-móns-ka_, the Sand Bar; woman of the _Te-ton_ band, with a beautiful head of hair; her dress almost literally covered with brass buttons, which are highly valued by the women, to adorn their dresses.
90. _Wá-be-shaw_, the Leaf; Upper Mississippi, Chief of a band, blind in one eye; a very distinguished man, since dead.
91. _Shón-ga-tón-ga-chésh-en-day_, the Horse-dung; Chief of a band; a great conjurer and magician.
92. _Tah-tón-ga-mó-nee_, the Walking Buffalo; Red Wing's son.
93. _Múz-za_, the Iron; St. Peters; a brave of distinction, and a very handsome fellow.
An ill-visaged and ill-natured fellow, though reputed a desperate warrior. #/
A small tribe residing on the west bank of the Missouri River, 900 in number, reduced one-half by the smallpox in 1824-5.
95. _Shoo-de-gá-cha_, the Smoke; Chief of the Tribe.
96. _Hee-láh-dee_, the Pure Fountain; wife of Shoo-de-gá-cha (No. 95).
97. _Hongs-káy-dee_, the Great Chief; son of the Chief.
This young fellow, about 18 years of age, glowing red with vermilion, signalised himself by marrying _four wives in one day_, whilst I was in his village! He took them all at once to his wigwam, where I saw them, and painted one of them.