Many of my Cheyenne brothers were
killed, and I whipped up my horse and told them to come on, that this was
the last day they would ever see their chief, and I again started for the
bunch of gray horses on the hilltop. The Indians followed me, yelling and
firing. I could not break the line at the bunch of gray horses and I
wheeled and went to the left down the valley with the line of soldiers
facing me as I went, firing at me, and all my men firing at the soldiers.
Then I rode on up the ridge to the left. I met an Indian with a big
war-bonnet on, and right there I saw a soldier wounded. I killed him and
jumped off my horse and scalped him. The Indian I met was Black Bear, a
Cheyenne. I then rode down the ridge and came to a group of four dead
soldiers; one of them had on a red flannel shirt, the other three had red
stripes on the arm, one had three stripes, the other had three stripes and
a sword. They all had on good clothes, and I jumped off my horse and took
their clothes and their guns. When I turned back I could not see anything
but soldiers and Indians all mixed up together. You could hardly tell one
from the other. As I rode along the ridge I found nearly all the soldiers
killed. I again rode up to the ridge along which Custer's troops had been
stationed. I found two or three killed and saw one running away to get on
top of the high hills beyond, and we took after him, and killed him."

"The whole valley was filled with smoke and the bullets flew all about us,
making a noise like bees. We could hardly hear anything for the noise of
guns. When the guns were firing, the Sioux and Cheyennes and soldiers,
one falling one way and one falling another, together with the noise of
the guns, I shall never forget. At last we saw that Custer and his men
were grouped on the side of the hill, and we commenced to circle round and
round, the Sioux and the Cheyennes, and we all poured in on Custer and his
men, firing into them until the last man was shot. We then jumped off our
horses, took their guns, and scalped them."

"After the fight was over we gathered in the river bottom and cut willow
sticks, then some Indians were delegated to go and throw down a stick
wherever they found a dead soldier, and then they were ordered to pick up
the sticks again, and in this way we counted the number of dead. It was
about six times we had to cut willow sticks, because we kept finding men
all along the ridge. We counted fou