smoke。　　At　home；　by　the　fireside；　when　the　old　men　were　asked　to
  tell　their　brave　deeds；　again　the　pipe　was　passed。　　So　come；　let　us
  smoke　now　to　the　memory　of　the　old　days！〃
  He　took　of　my　tobacco　and　filled　his　long　pipe；　and　we　smoked。
  Then　I　told　an　old　mirthful　story　to　get　him　in　the　humor　of
  relating　his　own　history。
  The　old　man　lay　upon　an　iron　bedstead；　covered　by　a　red
  blanket；　in　a　corner　of　the　little　log　cabin。　　He　was　all　alone
  that　day；　only　an　old　dog　lay　silent　and　watchful　at　his　master's
  feet。
  Finally　he　looked　up　and　said　with　a　pleasant　smile：
  〃True；　friend；　it　is　the　old　custom　to　retrace　one's　trail
  before　leaving　it　forever！　　I　know　that　I　am　at　the　door　of　the
  spirit　home。
  〃I　was　born　near　the　forks　of　the　Cheyenne　River；　about
  seventy　years　ago。　　My　father　was　not　a　chief；　my　grandfather　was
  not　a　chief；　but　a　good　hunter　and　a　feast…maker。　　On　my　mother's
  side　I　had　some　noted　ancestors；　but　they　left　me　no　chieftainship。
  I　had　to　work　for　my　reputation。
  〃When　I　was　a　boy；　I　loved　to　fight；〃　he　continued。　　〃In　all
  our　boyish　games　I　had　the　name　of　being　hard　to　handle；　and　I　took
  much　pride　in　the　fact。
  〃I　was　about　ten　years　old　when　we　encountered　a　band　of
  Cheyennes。　　They　were　on　friendly　terms　with　us；　but　we　boys
  always　indulged　in　sham　fights　on　such　occasions；　and　this　time　I
  got　in　an　honest　fight　with　a　Cheyenne　boy　older　than　I。　I　got　the
  best　of　the　boy；　but　he　hit　me　hard　in　the　face　several　times；　and
  my　face　was　all　spattered　with　blood　and　streaked　where　the　paint
  had　been　washed　away。　　The　Sioux　boys　whooped　and　yelled：
  〃'His　enemy　is　down；　and　his　face　is　spattered　as　if　with
  rain！　　Rain…in…the…Face！　　His　name　shall　be　Rain…in…the…Face！'
  〃Afterwards；　when　I　was　a　young　man；　we　went　on　a　warpath
  against　the　Gros　Ventres。　　We　stole　some　of　their　horses；　but　were
  overtaken　and　had　to　abandon　the　horses　and　fight　for　our　lives。
  I　had　wished　my　face　to　represent　the　sun　when　partly　covered　with
  darkness；　so　I　painted　it　half　black；　half　red。　　We　fought　all　day
  in　the　rain；　and　my　face　was　partly　washed　and　streaked　with　red
  and　black：　so　again　I　was　christened　Rain…in…the…Face。　　We
  considered　it　an　honorable　name。
  〃I　had　been　on　many　warpaths；　but　was　not　especially
  successful　until　about　the　time　the　Sioux　began　to　fight　with　the
  white　man。　　One　of　the　most　daring　attacks　that　we　ever　made　was　at
  Fort　Totten；　North　Dakota；　in　the　summer　of　1866。
  〃Hohay；　the　Assiniboine　captive　of　Sitting　Bull；　was　the
  leader　in　this　raid。　　Wapaypay；　the　Fearless　Bear；　who　was
  afterward　hanged　at　Yankton；　was　the　bravest　man　among　us。　　He
  dared　Hohay　to　make　the　charge。　　Hohay　accepted　the　challenge；　and
  in　turn　dared　the　other　to　ride　with　him　through　the　agency　and
  right　under　the　walls　of　the　fort；　which　was　well　garrisoned　and
  strong。
  〃Wapaypay　and　I　in　those　days　called　each　other
  'brother…friend。'　It　was　a　life…and…death　vow。　　What　one　does　the
  other　must　do；　and　that　meant　that　I　must　be　in　the　forefront　of
  the　charge；　and　if　he　is　killed；　I　must　fight　until　I　die　also！
  〃I　prepared　for　death。　　I　painted　as　usual　like　an　eclipse　of
  the　sun；　half　black　and　half　red。〃
  His　eyes　gleamed　and　his　face　lighted　up　remarkably　as　he
  talked；　pushing　his　black　hair　back　from　his　forehead　with　a
  nervous　gesture。
  〃Now　the　signal　for　the　charge　was　given！　　I　started　even　with
  Wapaypay；　but　his　horse　was　faster　than　mine；　so　he　left　me　a
  little　behind　as　we　neared　the　fort。　　This　was　bad　for　me；　for　by
  that　time　the　soldiers　had　somewhat　recovered　from　the　surprise
  and　were　aiming　better。
  〃Their　big　gun　talked　very　loud；　but　my　Wapaypay　was　leading
  on；　leaning　forward　on　his　fleet　pony　like　a　flying　squirrel　on　a
  smooth　log！　　He　held　his　rawhide　shield　on　the　right　side；　a　little
  to　the　front；　and　so　did　I。　Our　warwhoop　was　like　the　coyotes
  singing　in　the　evening；　when　they　smell　blood！
  〃The　soldiers'　guns　talked　fast；　but　few　were　hurt。　　Their　big
  gun　was　like　a　toothless　old　dog；　who　only　makes　himself　hotter　the
  more　noise　he　makes；〃　he　remarked　with　some　humor。
  〃How　much　harm　we　did　I　do　not　know；　but　we　made　things　lively
  for　a　time；　and　the　white　men　acted　as　people　do　when　a　swarm　of
  angry　bees　get　into　camp。　　We　made　a　successful　retreat；　but　some
  of　the　reservation　Indians　followed　us　yelling；　until　Hohay　told
  them　that　he　did　not　wish　to　fight　with　the　captives　of　the　white
  man；　for　there　would　be　no　honor　in　that。　　There　was　blood　running
  down　my　leg；　and　I　found　that　both　my　horse　and　I　were　slightly
  wounded。
  〃Some　two　years　later　we　attacked　a　fort　west　of　the　Black
  Hills　＇Fort　Phil　Kearny；　Wyoming＇。　　It　was　there　we　killed　one
  hundred　soldiers。〃　　＇The　military　reports　say　eighty　men；　under　the
  command　of　Captain　Fetterman　　not　one　left　alive　to　tell　the
  tale！＇　　〃Nearly　every　band　of　the　Sioux　nation　was　represented　in
  that　fight　　Red　Cloud；　Spotted　Tail；　Crazy　Horse；　Sitting　Bull；
  Big　Foot；　and　all　our　great　chiefs　were　there。　　Of　course　such　men
  as　I　were　then　comparatively　unknown。　　However；　there　were　many
  noted　young　warriors；　among　them　Sword；　the　younger
  Young…Man…Afraid；　American　Horse　＇afterward　chief＇；　Crow　King；　and
  others。
  〃This　was　the　plan　decided　upon　after　many　councils。　　The　main
  war　party　lay　in　ambush；　and　a　few　of　the　bravest　young　men　were
  appointed　to　attack　the　woodchoppers　who　were　cutting　logs　to
  complete　the　building　of　the　fort。　　We　were　told　not　to　kill　these
  men；　but　to　chase　them　into　the　fort　and　retreat　slowly；　defying
  the　white　men；　and　if　the　soldiers　should　follow；　we　were　to　lead
  them　into　the　ambush。　　They　took　our　bait　exactly　as　we　had　hoped！
  It　was　a　matter　of　a　very　few　minutes；　for　every　soldier　lay　dead
  in　a　shorter　time　than　it　takes　to　annihilate　a　small　herd　of
  buffalo。
  〃This　attack　was　hastened　because　most　of　the　Sioux　on　the
  Missouri　River　and　eastward　had　begun　to　talk　of　suing　for　peace。
  But　even　this　did　not　stop　the　peace　movement。　　The　very　next　year
  a　treaty　was　signed　at　Fort　Rice；　Dakota　Territory；　by　nearly　all
  the　Sioux　chiefs；　in　which　it　was　agreed　on　the　part　of　the　Great
  Father　in　Washington　that　all　the　country　north　of　the　Republican
  River　in　Nebraska；　including　the　Black　Hills　and　the　Big　Horn
  Mountains；　was　to　be　always　Sioux　country；　and　no　white　man　should
  intrude　upon　it　without　our　permission。　　Even　with　this　agreement
  Sitting　Bull　and　Crazy　Horse　were　not　satisfied；　and　they　would　not
  sign。
  〃Up　to　this　time　I　had　fought　in　some　important　battles；　but
  had　achieved　no　great　deed。　　I　was　ambitious　to　make　a　name　for
  myself。　　I　joined　war　parties　against　the　Crows；　Mandans；　Gros
  Ventres；　and　Pawnees；　and　gained　some　little　distinction。
  〃It　was　when　the　white　men　found　the　yellow　metal　in　our
  country；　and　came　in　great　numbers；　driving　away　our　game；　that
  we　took　up　arms　against　them　for　the　last　time。　　I　must　say　here
  that　the　chiefs　who　were　loudest　for　war　were　among　the　first　to
  submit　and　accept　reservation　life。　　Spotted　Tail　was　a　great
  warrior；　yet　he　was　one　of　the　first　to　yield；　because　he　was
  promised　by　the　Chief　Soldiers　that　they　would　make　him　chief　of
  all　the　Sioux。　　Ugh！　he　would　have　stayed　with　Sitting　Bull　to　the
  last　had　it　not　been　for　his　ambition。
  〃About　this　time　we　young　warriors　began　to　watch　the　trails
  of　the　white　men　into　the　Black　Hills；　and　when　we　saw　a　wagon
  coming　we　would　hide　at　the　crossing　and　kill　them　all　without　much
  trouble。　　We　did　this　to　discourage　the　whites　from　coming　into　our
  country　without　our　permission。　　It　was　the　duty　of　our　Great
  Father　at　Washington；　by　the　agreement　of　1868；　to　keep　his　white
  children　away。
  〃During　the　troublesome　time　after　this　treaty；　which　no　one
  seemed　to　respect；　either　white　or　Indian　＇but　the　whites　broke　it
  first＇；　I　was　like　many　other　young　men　　much　on　the　warpath；　but
  with　little　honor。　　I　had　not　yet　become　noted　for　any　great　deed。
  Finally；　Wapaypay　and　I　waylaid　and　killed　a　white　soldier　on　his
  way　from　the　fort　to　his　home　in　the　east。
  〃There　were　a　few　Indians　who　were　liars；　and　never　on　the
  warpath；　playing　'good　Indian'　with　the　Indian　agents　and　the　war
  chiefs　at　the　forts。　　Some　of　this　faithless　set　betrayed　me；　and
  told　more　than　I　ever　did。　　I　was　seized　and　taken　to　the　fort　near
  Bismarck；　North　Dakota　＇Fort　Abraham　Lincoln＇；　by　a　brother　＇Tom
  Custer＇　of　the　Long…Haired　War　Chief；　and　imprisoned　there。　　These
  same　lying　Indians；　who　were　selling　their　services　as　scouts　to
  the　white　man；　told　me　that　I　was　to　be　shot　to　death；　or　else
  hanged　upon　a　tree。　　I　answered　that　I　was　not　afraid　to　die。
  〃However；　there　was　an　old　soldier　who　used　to　bring　my　food
  and　stand　guard　over　me　　he　was　a　white　man；　it　is　true；　but　he
  had　an　Indian　heart！　　He　came　to　me　one　day　and　unfastened　the　iron
  chai