th the writer to stand on the spot
where Custer fell, and with bowed heads pay their silent tribute to the
dead. The camera has recorded the scene, a last vision of the red man
standing above the grave of his conquerors, a pathetic page in the last
chapter of Indian warfare.

[Scouts on the March]

Scouts on the March

THE STORY OF WHITE-MAN-RUNS-HIM--CUSTER SCOUT

The Great Father at Washington sent representatives out to our country.
The Indians met them and held a council. The Sioux were the hereditary
enemies of the Crows. The head man sent by the Great Father said to the
Crows: "We must get together and fight, and get this land from the Sioux.
We must win it by conquest." We called the officer, who was lame,
No-Hip-Bone--the officer was General Terry. We loved our land so we
consented to go in with the soldiers and put these other tribes off the
land. No-Hip-Bone took me in the winter time, and I went with him
wherever he wanted me to go until the next summer. During this journey I
had a good horse. The Sioux took it away from me, and I was left to go on
foot, so I put my gun on my shoulder and marched with the soldiers. I
thought that I was a man, and had confidence in myself that I was right.
And so I kept up with the soldiers. I endured all the hardships the
soldiers endured in order to hold my land. We had hardships climbing
mountains, fording rivers, frost and cold of winter, the burning heat of
summer--my bones ache to-day from the exposure, but it was all for love of
my home. I stood faithfully by the soldiers. They did not know the
country. I did. They wanted me for their eye, they could not see. The
soldiers were the same as though they were blind, and I used both of my
own eyes for them. The soldiers and I were fighting in friendship, what
they said, I did; what I said, they did. So I helped my tribe. Land is a
very valuable thing, and especially our land. I knew the Cheyennes and
Sioux wanted to take it by conquest, so I stayed with the soldiers to help
hold it. No-Hip-Bone moved to Tongue River at the time the leaves were
getting full. We heard that General Custer was coming and I and thirty
soldiers went down the river in boats. Two scouts, Elk and Two-Whistles,
were with me. At the junction of the Yellowstone with the Missouri River
we met Custer. I was the first one of the Crows to shake hands with