want to speak about the buffalo. There were plenty of buffalo and deer
when I was a young man, but the white man came and frightened all the game
away, and I blame the white man for it. By order of our Great Father in
Washington the buffalo were all killed. By this means they sought to get
the Sioux Indians back to their reservation."

"The greatest event in my life I may explain in this way: Years ago I had
been trained to go on the warpath. I loved to fight; I was fighting the
Indians and fighting the soldiers. Then there came a time when the Great
Father said we must stop fighting and go to school, we must live in peace,
that we were Indian brothers, and must live in peace with the white man.
I believe that the greatest event in my life was when I stopped the old
Indian custom of fighting and adopted what the white man told me to
do--live in peace."

The hoar frosts of autumn had touched into opal and orange the leaves of
the forest until great banners of colour lined the banks of the swiftly
flowing Little Big Horn; the camp of the last Great Indian Council lifted
cones of white on the edge of these radiant trees. Sombre winds uttered a
melancholy note through the dying reeds on the river bank, and all of it
seemed a prelude to an opening grave, and significant of the closing words
uttered to me by Chief Red Cloud:

"My father, old Chief Red Cloud, has been a great fighter against the
Indians, and against the white man, but he learned years ago to give up
his fighting. He is now an old man, ready to die, and I am sorry that he
could not come here. It is now over five years since he gave me his power
and I became chief, and he and I both are glad that we are friends to the
white man and want to live in peace."

[Chief Two Moons]

Chief Two Moons

Chief Two Moons

Chief Two Moons wears about his neck an immense cluster of bear claws.
His arms are also encircled with this same insignia of distinction.
Although he has reached the age of nearly threescore years and ten, his
frame is massive and his posture, when standing, typifies the forest oak.
It takes no conjuring of the imagination to picture this stalwart leader
of the Cheyennes against Custer on that fateful June day, as suffering no
loss in comparison with the great generals who led the Roman eagles to
victory. Two Moons is now nearly blind; he carries his coup stick,
covered with