From the Clash of Minimal Large Horn"I had sung the conflict tune, I had smelt power smoke, my heart was awful - I resembled one who has no brain

From the Clash of Minimal Large Horn

"I had sung the conflict tune, I had smelt power smoke, my heart was awful - I resembled one who has no brain. I hurried in and took their banner; my horse fell dead as I took it. I cut the strap that bound me; I hopped up and brained the sword banner man with my conflict club, and ran back to our line with the banner. I was frantic, I got a new horse and hurried back shooting, cutting and slicing. This horse was shot and I got another. This time I saw Little Hair (Tom Custer)- - I recollected my commitment, I was insane; I dreaded nothing. I realized nothing would hurt me for I had my white weasel tail on. I didn't have the foggiest idea the number of I killed attempting to get at him. He knew me. I snickered at him and hollered at him. I saw his mouth move however there was such an uproar I was unable to hear his voice. He was apprehensive. At the point when I had close to sufficient I chance him with my pistol. My weapon was no more. I didn't have any idea where. I got back on my horse and headed out. I was fulfilled and tired of battling."

Itoηagaju (Downpour in-the-Face) Lakota , 1835-1905