My lands are where
my dead lie buried.
Black Elk Speaks
Then another great cry went up out in the dust: "Crazy Horse is
coming! Crazy Horse is coming!" Off toward the west and north they
were yelling "Hoka hey!" like a big wind roaring, and making the
tremolo; and you could hear eagle bone whistles screaming.
Our people believe they did what they did because he was a great man
and they could not kill him in battle and he would not make himself
over into a Wasichu, as Spotted Tail and the others did. That summer,
my father told me, the Wasichus wanted him to go to Washington with
Red Cloud and Spotted Tail and others to see the Great Father there;
but he would not go. He told them that he did not need to go looking
for his Great Father. He said: "My Father is with me, and there is no
Great Father between me and the Great Spirit."
Crazy Horse was dead. He was brave and good and wise. He never wanted
anything but to save his people, and he fought the Wasichus only when
they came to kill us in our own country. He was only thirty years
old. They could not kill him in battle. They had to lie to him and
kill him that way.
I cried all night, and so did my father.
It does not matter where his body lies, for it is grass; but where
his spirit is, it will be good to be.
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