ay or night. I said we had better fight by night.
Paints-His-Face-Yellow said: "Let us attack by day, so that we can see
what we are doing." I thought I was laying a good plan for them but they
listened to Yellow-Face. General Custer was a brave and good man, a
straightforward and honest man. When General Custer took me by the hand,
patted me on the shoulder, and I looked him in the face, I said: "There is
a good general." If General Custer was living to-day, I would get better
treatment than I now receive. General Custer said: "Where does your tribe
stay?" and I told him in the valley through which Pryor Creek runs, along
the Big Horn River at Lodge Grass, and in the valley of the Little
Horn--there is my home. Custer said: "If I die, you will get this land
back and stay there, happy and contented, and if you die, you will be
buried on your own land."

When I joined General Custer, I had full confidence in myself and my
ability to help him, and for this reason I joined Custer so that I might
help hold my land against our enemies, the Sioux and the Cheyennes. After
the Custer battle, when we had obtained fresh horses, I took the other
scouts with me, and we went over the field and looked at the remains of
the dead soldiers who were my friends and companions. Knowing the country
I always directed General Custer to the best places to ford the river, and
the easiest way to climb the hills, that he might reach the path of
success. After the loss of my horse, I traveled on foot with the
soldiers, and was willing even to go down to death with Custer in order
that I might help him.

THE STORY OF CURLY--CUSTER SCOUT

We had been brought to the Little Rosebud down the Yellowstone by steamer.
After we had landed we were told to get dinner, dress ourselves, paint up,
and get ready to scout. Then we heard that General Custer wanted to use
us. We mounted and rode over to General Custer's camp. He had a big
tent. We got off at the door. I was the first to shake his hand. I had
a dollar in my hand, and I pressed that into his hand. Each scout shook
hands with him. When I saw Custer sitting there, tall and slim, with
broad shoulders and kind eyes, I said to myself: "There is a kind, brave,
and thinking man." The first words that Custer uttered were: "I have seen
all the tribes but the Crows, and now I see them for the first time, and I
think they are good and brave scouts. I have some sc