I never will forget how I wanted t' wet my hoss, Long Tom's, tongue, but a wounded bunkie he needed it.

That night we went ag'in an' got some for th' stock, an' it was just in time, for they sure was dyin' for it.
"Th' fightin' opened ag'in next mornin', an' kept goin' till th' afternoon.

It was th' twenty-seventh o' June, when all at once we seen a panic start among th' Injuns, an' they began t' stampede, leavin' their dead all over th' hills.

An' Terry come into sight, an' strong men cried on each other's necks--an' I ain't a bit ashamed t' say that I was one of 'em.
"When Terry got in, an' congratulatin' an' hand-shakin' was all over, Lieutenant Bradley he come in, sayin' he'd found Custer, an' we all dragged ourselves to th' spot.
"There they was, all dead, two hunderd an' sixty-one of 'em.

Not one lived t' tell th' tale.