"This was the plan decided upon after many councils.The main war party lay in ambush,and a few of the bravest young men were appointed to attack the woodchoppers who were cutting logs to complete the building of the fort.We were told not to kill these men,but to chase them into the fort and retreat slowly,defying the white men;and if the soldiers should follow,we were to lead them into the ambush.They took our bait exactly as we had hoped!
It was a matter of a very few minutes,for every soldier lay dead in a shorter time than it takes to annihilate a small herd of buffalo.
"This attack was hastened because most of the Sioux on the Missouri River and eastward had begun to talk of suing for peace.
But even this did not stop the peace movement.The very next year a treaty was signed at Fort Rice,Dakota Territory,by nearly all the Sioux chiefs,in which it was agreed on the part of the Great Father in Washington that all the country north of the Republican River in Nebraska,including the Black Hills and the Big Horn Mountains,was to be always Sioux country,and no white man should intrude upon it without our permission.Even with this agreement Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse were not satisfied,and they would not sign.
"Up to this time I had fought in some important battles,but had achieved no great deed.I was ambitious to make a name for myself.I joined war parties against the Crows,Mandans,Gros Ventres,and Pawnees,and gained some little distinction.
"It was when the white men found the yellow metal in our country,and came in great numbers,driving away our game,that we took up arms against them for the last time.I must say here that the chiefs who were loudest for war were among the first to submit and accept reservation life.Spotted Tail was a great warrior,yet he was one of the first to yield,because he was promised by the Chief Soldiers that they would make him chief of all the Sioux.Ugh!he would have stayed with Sitting Bull to the last had it not been for his ambition.
"About this time we young warriors began to watch the trails of the white men into the Black Hills,and when we saw a wagon coming we would hide at the crossing and kill them all without much trouble.We did this to discourage the whites from coming into our country without our permission.It was the duty of our Great Father at Washington,by the agreement of 1868,to keep his white children away.
"During the troublesome time after this treaty,which no one seemed to respect,either white or Indian [but the whites broke it first],I was like many other young men --much on the warpath,but with little honor.I had not yet become noted for any great deed.
Finally,Wapaypay and I waylaid and killed a white soldier on his way from the fort to his home in the east.
"There were a few Indians who were liars,and never on the warpath,playing 'good Indian'with the Indian agents and the war chiefs at the forts.Some of this faithless set betrayed me,and told more than I ever did.I was seized and taken to the fort near Bismarck,North Dakota [Fort Abraham Lincoln],by a brother [Tom Custer]of the Long-Haired War Chief,and imprisoned there.These same lying Indians,who were selling their services as scouts to the white man,told me that I was to be shot to death,or else hanged upon a tree.I answered that I was not afraid to die.
"However,there was an old soldier who used to bring my food and stand guard over me --he was a white man,it is true,but he had an Indian heart!He came to me one day and unfastened the iron chain and ball with which they had locked my leg,saying by signs and what little Sioux he could muster:
"'Go,friend!take the chain and ball with you.I shall shoot,but the voice of the gun will lie.'
"When he had made me understand,you may guess that I ran my best!I was almost over the bank when he fired his piece at me several times,but I had already gained cover and was safe.I have never told this before,and would not,lest it should do him an injury,but he was an old man then,and I am sure he must be dead long since.That old soldier taught me that some of the white people have hearts,"he added,quite seriously.
"I went back to Standing Rock in the night,and I had to hide for several days in the woods,where food was brought to me by my relatives.The Indian police were ordered to retake me,and they pretended to hunt for me,but really they did not,for if they had found me I would have died with one or two of them,and they knew it!In a few days I departed with several others,and we rejoined the hostile camp on the Powder River and made some trouble for the men who were building the great iron track north of us [Northern Pacific].
"In the spring the hostile Sioux got together again upon the Tongue River.It was one of the greatest camps of the Sioux that I ever saw.There were some Northern Cheyennes with us,under Two Moon,and a few Santee Sioux,renegades from Canada,under Inkpaduta,who had killed white people in Iowa long before.We had decided to fight the white soldiers until no warrior should be left."At this point Rain-in-the-Face took up his tobacco pouch and began again to fill his pipe.
"Of course the younger warriors were delighted with the prospect of a great fight!Our scouts had discovered piles of oats for horses and other supplies near the Missouri River.They had been brought by the white man's fire-boats.Presently they reported a great army about a day's travel to the south,with Shoshone and Crow scouts.
"There was excitement among the people,and a great council was held.Many spoke.I was asked the condition of those Indians who had gone upon the reservation,and I told them truly that they were nothing more than prisoners.It was decided to go out and meet Three Stars [General Crook]at a safe distance from our camp.
