es around the
campfire, asking my interposition at Washington. In his argument Curly
said: "Which man would you believe, the man who is trying to raise wheat
for the people to get flour and bread from, oats to feed his horses, who
builds a house for the shelter and preservation of his family, builds a
stable in which to shelter his horses, tills the soil to get the product,
trying to raise vegetables so that his people may have something to eat in
summer and winter, or the man who would come along and run over this man
who was working and trying to do something for his family, and would not
work himself, but just run around and make a renegade of himself,
quarrelling with his mother and brothers--which man would you believe? A
man who quarrels with his mother is not fit for any duty." Gems like
these would grace any brightest page of literature, but they are the
everyday eloquence of the Indian.

Curly said regarding his early life: "When I was a boy I did not do much.
I was not crazy, but I did not run into mischief. My father and mother
always advised me not to get into mischief. My first remembrance of the
white man was when I took the skins of buffalo calves into the trading
stores and traded with the white man. I thought that was a great thing to
do. I had been many times on the trail of the buffalo and had sought
opportunity to go on the warpath. When I was about eighteen years old the
Crow chiefs made the announcement that there were some United States
officers in camp who wanted some Crow scouts. I quickly volunteered. My
brother approached us after we started and took myself and Hairy Moccasin
and White Swan and told us that we had a secret mission in another
district. My brother was then on the warpath. We went as far with my
brother as Tongue River and did not see what we were searching for and we
came back home. Then the Crow scouts left the agency and camped at
Clark's Ford, and Bonnie Bravo and Little Face, Indian scouts and
interpreters, met us there. These scouts took us over to General Terry's
camp again. The scouts who were with Terry had no horses, for the Sioux
had captured them. We had with us eight horses. Then we marched down as
far as the Little Rosebud. There one of Terry's officers told us we were
to go out and scout for the Sioux camp. We went as far as Tongue River,
and Bonnie Bravo was the first one to discover the Sioux camp. Then we
came back to the command and reported.