Iron Tail

[jeroen]

Nice one, here is one more:

[jeroen]

And another one:

[jeroen]

And a beautiful formal portrait:

[grahamew]

[rchuito2]

According to stories Chief Iron Tail rescued his niece White Feather from her dead mother's arms. That niece is my great grandmother. She was also taken to the Carisle Indian school in PA. It is also stated that she was the second cousin of Sitting Bull Oglala. However her real name was Eagle Feather

[rich00]

Chief Iron Tail is often mistaken by historians for Chief Iron Hail (“Dewey Beard”), being Lakota contemporaries with similar sounding names. Most biographies incorrectly report that Chief Iron Tail fought at the Battle of the Little Big Horn and that his family was killed at in 1890 at Wounded Knee, when it truth it was Chief Iron Hail who suffered the loss. In 1889, Chief Iron Tail was traveling with Buffalo Bill Cody's Wild West in Europe and was touring at the time of the incident. “Iron Tail was not a war chief and no remarkable record as a fighter; he was not a ‘medicine’ man or conjuror, but a wise counselor and diplomat, always dignified, quiet and never given to boasting and seldom made a speech cared nothing for gaudy regalia-very much like the famed War Chief Crazy Horse in this respect and he always had a smile, was fond of children, horses and friends.”

[gregor]

Iron Tail and Iron Hail were indeed different persons.
Here we have Iron Hail (“Dewey Beard”):



On the left photo with his brothers (from the left side: Daniel White Lance, Joe Horncloud and Dewey) and on the 2nd photo in the 1940ies.

And here is more on Dewey Beard

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[rich00]

In 1915, Major Israel McCreight hosted a Grand Reception for Chief Iron Tail and Chief Flying Hawk at his home (“The Wigwam”) in Du Bois, Pennsylvania. McCreight’s account gives an insight into the character of Chief Iron Tail.

“When the Chief was finished with greeting the long line of judges, bankers, lawyers, business men and neighbors who filed past in a receiving line just as the President is obliged to receive and shake the hands of multitude of strangers who call on New Years, the chief grasped hold of the fine buffalo robe which had been thrown over a porch bench for him to rest on drawing it around his shoulders, walked out on the lawn and lay down to gaze into the clouds and over the hundred mile sweep of the hills and valleys forming the Eastern Continental Divide. He had fulfilled his social obligations when he had submitted to an hour of incessant hand-shaking, as he could talk in English, further crowd mixing did not appeal to him. He preferred to relax and smoke his redstone pipe and wait his call to the big dining room. There he re-appeared in the place of honor and partook of the good things in the best of grace and gentlemanly deportment. His courteous behavior, here and at all places and occasions when in company of the writer, was worthy of emulation by the most exalted white man or woman!”

“The historian Chief Flying Hawk recalled that when dinner was served, Iron Tail asked to have his own and Hawk’s meals brought to them on the open porch where they ate from a table he now sat beside, while the many white folks occupied the dining-room, where they could discuss Indians without embarrassment. This, he remembered, was a good time, and they talked about it for a long time together, but now, his good friend had left him and was in the Sand Hills.”

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