ne, his soldiers to
follow. I did this and we broke through. Crook right flanked the enemy
and won the day. In the counter attack two other Crows were on the ridge
with me fighting. I raised my coup stick to strike a Sioux and he shot
me, hitting my horse and we fell together. I found that I was badly
wounded and could not stand up. I raised up as far as I could and fired
three shots at the Sioux. There the battle ended."

War worn, halting on one foot, this savior of Crook's entire command
presents a pitiful remnant of Indian valour. Speech more pathetic never
came from the lips of any man: "The greatest thing to me is the education
of my children. Since I was wounded, about thirty-six years ago, I have
been thinking over my life. My leg has been weak and my heart has been
sorry. I feel that I have suffered because I have followed my Great
Father's order. I am glad I fought for the soldiers, for I think it was
the right thing to do. Because of my wounded leg I am not able to work;
sometimes I nearly starve, and yet I feel that I did the right thing.
Will you be kind enough to see that I get my pension? I need it!" Be kind
enough? Let the Government make answer in gratitude to the sagacious
bravery of a red man bearing through life his daily burden of pain and the
greater suffering of an unrequited heart who gloriously met the test of
sacrifice.

[Mountain Chief]

Mountain Chief

Mountain Chief

Omaq-kat-tsa, carrying with it the meaning of Big Brave, is a name
eminently fitting to Mountain Chief. The nobility of his presence, the
Roman cast of his face, the keen penetration of his eye, the breadth of
his shoulders, the dignity with which he wears the sixty-seven years of
his life, all conspire to make this hereditary chief of the Fast Buffalo
Horse band of the Blackfeet preeminent among the Indians and eminent among
any class of men. He wears his hair on the left side in two braids; on
the right side he wears one braid, and where the other braid should be,
the hair hangs in long, loose black folds. He is very demonstrative. He
acts out in pantomime all that he says. He carries a tin whistle pendent
to his necklace. First he is whistling, again he is singing, then he is
on his hands and knees on the ground pawing up the dust like a buffalo
when he is angry. His gestures are violent and his speech is guttural,
like the sputter