there. I could not hear on account
of the roar of the guns, and could not see for the smoke. About that time
they heard my whistle, and the Crees made a break for the river. Then the
Blackfeet made an onrush for the Crees and I ran over two of them before
they got to the river. As they were crossing the river I jumped off my
horse and took my spear and stabbed one of the Crees between the
shoulders. He had a spear and I took that away from him. I jumped off my
horse again, and just as I returned there was a Cree who raised his gun to
fire at me. I ran over him, and he jumped up and grabbed my horse by the
bridle. I swung my horse's head around to protect myself and took the
butt of my whip and knocked him down. When I struck him he looked at me
and I found that his nose had been cut off. I heard afterward that a bear
had bitten his nose off. After I knocked him down, I killed him. I
jumped on my horse and just then I met another Cree. We had a fight on
our horses; he shot at me and I shot at him. When we got close together I
took his arrows away from him, and he grabbed me by the hair of the head.
I saw him reach for his dagger, and just then we clinched. My war-bonnet
had worked down on my neck, and when he struck at me with his dagger it
struck the war-bonnet, and I looked down and saw the handle sticking out,
and grabbed it and killed the other Indian. Then we rushed the Crees into
the pit again, and my father came up with one of the old muskets and
handed it to me. It had seven balls in it, and when I fired it it kicked
so hard it almost killed me. I feel that I had a more narrow escape by
shooting that gun than I had with the Indians. When we returned I had
taken nine different scalps. The Crees who had not been scalped had taken
refuge in the scant forest, and my father said to quit and go home. So we
took pity on the tribe, and let them go, so they could tell the story. I
remember that we killed over three hundred, and many more that I cannot
remember. When we returned we began to count how many we had killed. We
crossed the creek and went to the pit, and they were all in a pile. Then
we were all singing around the pit, and I put in the words, 'The guns,
they hear me.' And everybody turned and looked at me, and I was a great
man after that battle. Then we went home and began to talk about the
battle, and the Indians who were dead. There never was any peace between
the Crees and the Black