valley up the ridge it is the testimony of
White-Man-Runs-Him that Hairy Moccasin rode immediately in advance of
Custer, and when the Chey-ennes came up, "He fired at them, banged and
banged at them, and the Cheyennes were afraid of Moccasin. They were
afraid of all three of us. Custer would have been killed before the time
he was shot if it had not been for Hairy Moccasin and myself, who were
around him shooting at the Indians." When the United States soldiers were
fighting the Nez Perces Hairy Moccasin got a horse away from the enemy,
and brought it into the camp of the soldiers. Hairy Moccasin was always
on the warpath performing brave deeds. The name and fame of Custer will
live in the archives of his country, and a fadeless lustre will forever
crown the heroic deeds of this Indian Scout.

[Curly--Custer Scout]

Curly--Custer Scout

Curly

Curly, a Reno Crow, was born on the Little Rosebud, Montana, and is
fifty-seven years of age. He has the bearing, grace and dignity of an
orator. His name will also go down in history as one of the leading
scouts who trailed for General Custer the Indian camp, and as the last of
his scouts on the fated field where Custer and his command were slain. At
times he is taciturn and solemn, and then bubbles over with mirthfulness.
At the council held on the Crow Reservation, in October, 1907, with
reference to the opening of unoccupied lands, Curly uttered this eloquent
speech:

"I was a friend of General Custer. I was one of his scouts, and will say
a few words. The Great Father in Washington sent you here about this
land. The soil you see is not ordinary soil--it is the dust of the blood,
the flesh, and bones of our ancestors. We fought and bled and died to
keep other Indians from taking it, and we fought and bled and died helping
the whites. You will have to dig down through the surface before you can
find nature's earth, as the upper portion is Crow. The land, as it is, is
my blood and my dead; it is consecrated, and I do not want to give up any
portion of it."

Accompanied by a group of Indians, Curly came to my tepee when we were
camped on the Little Big Horn. The whole company were greatly agitated
because an Indian possessed with the spirit of self-importance had gone to
Washington to make war against other Indians in the tribe who were
industrious and loyal home builders. They all made speech