Black Elk

Black Elk Continues:

Crazy Horse whipped Three Stars on the Rosebud that

day, and I think he could have rubbed the soldiers out there.

He could have called many more warriors from the villages

and he could have rubbed the soldiers out at daybreak,

for they camped there in the dark after the fight.

He whipped the cavalry of Three Stars when they attacked

his village on the Powder that cold morning in the Moon of the

Snowblind [March]. Then he moved farther west to the Rosebud;

and when the soldiers came to kill us there, he whipped

them and made them go back. Then he moved farther west to

the valley of the Greasy Grass [Little Bighorn River].

We were in our own country all the time and we only wanted to be let alone.

The soldiers came there to kill us, and many got rubbed out.

It was our country and we did not want to have trouble.

We camped there in the valley along the south side of the

Greasy Grass before the sun was straight above; and this was,

I think, two days before the battle. It was a very big village

and you could hardly count the tepees. Farthest up the stream

toward the south were the Hunkpapas, and the Oglalas were

next. Then came the Minneconjous, the San Arcs, the Blackfeet,

the Shyelas; and last, the farthest towards the north, were

the Santees and Yanktonais. Along the side towards the east was

the Greasy Grass, with some timber along it, and it was running

full from the melting snow in the Bighorn Mountains.

If you stood on a hill you could see the mountains off to the south

and west. On the other side of the river, there were bluffs

and hills beyond. Some gullies came down through the bluffs.

On the westward side of us were lower hills, and there we grazed

our ponies and guarded them. There were so many they could

not be counted.”

Excerpted from “Black Elk Speaks”, as told through

John G. Niehardt, author.

Publisher: University of Nebraska Press, Lincoln and London.

Islander.