“That evening
before it happened, I went into Pine Ridge and heard these things, and
while I was there, soldiers started searching for where the Big Foots
were. These made about five hundred soldiers that were there the next
morning. When I saw them starting I felt that something terrible was
going to happen. That night I could hardly sleep at all. I walked around
most of the night.
In the morning I went out after my
horses, and while I was out I heard shooting off toward the east, and I
knew from the sound that it must be wagon-guns going off. The sounds
went right through my body, and I felt that something terrible would
happen.
When I reached camp with the horses, a man rode
up to me and said: “Hey—hey—hey! The people that are coming are fired
on! I know it!”
I saddled up my buckskin and put on my
sacred shirt. It was one I had made to be worn by no one but myself. It
had a spotted eagle outstretched on the back of it, and the daybreak
star was on the left shoulder, because when facing south that shoulder
is toward the east. Across the breast, from the left shoulder to the
right hip, was the flaming rainbow, and there was another rainbow around
the neck, like a necklace, with a star at the bottom. At each shoulder,
elbow, and wrist was an eagle feather; and over the whole shirt were
red streaks of lightning. You will see that this was from my great
vision, and you will know how it protected me that day.
I
painted my face all red, and in my hair I put one eagle feather for the
One Above. It did not take me long to get ready, for I could still hear
the shooting over there.
I started out alone on the old
road that ran across the hills to Wounded Knee. I had no gun. I carried
only the sacred bow of the west that I had seen in my great vision. I
had gone only a little way when a band of young men came galloping after
me. The first two who came up were Loves War and Iron Wasichu. I asked
what they were going to do, and they said they were just going to see
where the shooting was. Then others were coming up, and some older men.
We
rode fast, and there were about twenty of us now. The shooting was
getting louder. A horseback from over there came galloping very fast
toward us, and he said: “Hey—hey—hey! They have murdered them!” Then he
whipped his horse and rode away faster toward Pine Ridge.
In
a little while we had come to the top of the ridge where, looking to
the east, you can see for the first time the monument and the burying
ground on the little hill where the church is.
That is
where the terrible thing started. Just south of the burying ground on
the little hill a deep dry gulch runs about east and west, very crooked,
and it rises westward to nearly the top of the ridge where we were. It
had no name, but the Wasichus sometimes call it Battle Creek now. We
stopped on the ridge not far from the head of the dry gulch. Wagon-guns
were still going off over there on the little hill, and they were going
off again where they hit along the gulch.
There was much
shooting down yonder, and there were many cries, and we could see
cavalrymen scattered over the hills ahead of us. Cavalrymen were riding
along the gulch and shooting into it, where the women and children were
running away and trying to hide in the gullies and the stunted pines.
A
little way ahead of us, just below the head of the dry gulch, there
were some women and children who were huddled under a clay bank, and
some cavalrymen were there pointing guns at them. We stopped back behind
the ridge, and I said to the others: “Take courage. These are our
relatives. We will try to get them back.” Then we all sang a song which
went like this:
A thunder being nation I am, I have said.
A thunder being nation I am, I have said: You shall live. You shall
live. You shall live. You shall live.
Then I rode over
the ridge and the others after me, and we were crying: “Take courage! It
is time to fight!” The soldiers who were guarding our relatives shot at
us and then ran away fast, and some more cavalrymen on the other side
of the gulch did too. We got our relatives and sent them across the
ridge to the northwest where they would be safe.I had no gun, and when
we were charging, I just held the sacred bow out in front of me with my
right hand. The bullets did not hit us at all.
We found a
little baby lying all alone near the head of the gulch. I could not
pick her up just then, but I got her later and some of my people adopted
her. I just wrapped her up tighter in a shawl that was around her and
left her there. It was a safe place, and I had other work to do.
The
soldiers had run eastward over the hills where there were some more
soldiers, and they were off their horses and lying down. I told the
others to stay back, and I charged upon them holding the sacred bow out
toward them with my right hand. They all shot at me, and I could hear
bullets all around me, but I ran my horse right close to them, and then
swung around. Some soldiers across the gulch began shooting at me too,
but I got back to the others and was not hurt at all.
By
now many other Lakotas, who had heard the shooting, were coming up from
Pine Ridge, and we all charged on the soldiers. They ran eastward toward
where the trouble began. We followed down along the dry gulch, and what
we saw was terrible. Dead and wounded women and children and little
babies were scattered all along there where they had been trying to run
away.
The soldiers had followed along the gulch, as they
ran, and murdered them there. Sometimes they were in heaps because they
had huddled together, and some were scattered all along.
Sometimes
bunches of them had been killed and torn to pieces where the wagon-guns
hit them. I saw a little baby trying to suck its mother, but she was
bloody and dead.
There were two little boys at one place
in this gulch. They had guns and they had been killing soldiers all by
themselves. We could see the soldiers they had killed. The boys were all
alone there, and they were not hurt. These were very brave little boys.
When
we drove the soldiers back, they dug themselves in, and we were not
enough people to drive them out from there. In the evening they marched
off up Wounded Knee Creek, and then we saw all that they had done there.
Men,
women, and children were heaped and scattered all over the flat at the
bottom of the little hill where the soldiers had their wagon-guns, and
westward up the dry gulch all the way to the high ridge, the dead women
and children and babies were scattered.
When I saw this I wished that I had died too, but I was not sorry for the women and children. It
It
was better for them to be happy in the other world, and I wanted to be
there too. But before I went there I wanted to have revenge. I thought
there might be a day, and we should have revenge.” - Black Elk, 1890