ple that the grass in that camp was pretty well taken up. The next
morning the women would take their medicine pipes and put them on the
side, indicating where the next camp was going to be, and thus we went on
from camp to camp."

"The years have passed on, and now the old warriors and myself get
together and talk about the old buffalo days, and we feel very lonesome.
We talk over the camping places, and the old days of the chase, and the
events of those times, and we feel glad again. When we think of the old
times we think also of the white man for it was their arms that made the
buffalo extinct. If the Indians had had nothing but arrows, the buffalo
would be left to-day. We blame the Government again, for they told the
agents not to sell ammunition to the Indians, and they sold this
ammunition on the sly. This was done so that the Indians could get the
hides for the traders."

"The greatest event in my life was in the war of the Black-feet against
the Crees, at Hope Up, Canada. My horse and myself were both covered with
blood. Let me tell you about this battle. The war was between the
Blackfeet and the Crees. The camp was on Old Man's River. The bands were
so many that they were camped on every bend of the river. My father,
Mountain Chief, was at the upper end of the camp. I was twenty-two years
old at the time. It was in the fall of the year, and the leaves had all
fallen. The lower camp was attacked by the Crees at night. The people
were just getting up in the morning when the news came that the lower camp
had been attacked by the Crees. I got my best horse; it was a gray horse.
My father led his band in company with Big Lake who that summer had been
elected a big chief. We rode up over the ridge while in the plain below
the battle was raging. As we rode down the hill slope, I began to sing my
war song. I carried the shield in my hand and this song that I sung
belonged to that shield. One of the medicine men dreamed that whoever
held this shield would not be hit by the bullets. While singing I put in
the words: 'My body will be lying on the plains.' When I reached the line
of battle I did not stop, but rode right in among the Crees, and they were
shooting at me from behind and in front. When I rode back the same way
the men made a break for the coulee. As soon as the men got into the
coulee they dug a pit. I was lying about ten yards away on the side of
the hill. I was singing while lying