It was afterward remem-
bered that he looked unlike his former self and
was scarcely recognized by the warriors for the
modest youth they had so little regarded.
"It was this famous battle which drove that
warlike nation, the Crows, to go away from the
Missouri and to make their home up the Yel-
lowstone River and in the Bighorn country.
But many of our men fell, and among them the
brave Little Eagle!
"The sun was almost over the hills when the
Sioux gathered about their campfires, recounting
the honors won in battle, and naming the brave
dead. Then came the singing of dirges and
weeping for the slain! The sadness of loss was
mingled with exultation.
"Hush! listen! the singing and wailing have
ceased suddenly at both camps. There is one
voice coming around the circle of campfires. It
is the voice of a woman! Stripped of all her
ornaments, her dress shorn of its fringes, her
ankles bare, her hair cropped close to her neck,
leading a pony with mane and tail cut short, she
is mourning as widows mourn.
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