From American Heritage
Custer was stronger
than White Bull, but the Indian had far more experience in hand-to-hand
lighting than the officer. Such it would be now as the Indians closed in on the
few remaining troopers. Here is how White Bull described it:
“I
charged in. A tall, well-built soldier with yellow hair and mustache saw me
coming and tried to bluff me, aiming his rifle at me. But when I rushed him, he
threw his rifle at me without shooting. I dodged it. We grabbed each other and
wrestled there in the dust and smoke. It was like fighting in a fog. This
soldier was very strong and brave. He tried to wrench my rifle from me. I
lashed him across the face with my quirt, striking the coup. He let go, then
grabbed my gun with both hands until I struck him again.
“But
the tall soldier fought hard. He was desperate. He hit me with his fists on the
jaw and shoulders, then grabbed my long braids with both hands, pulled my face
close and tried to bite my nose off. I yelled for help: ‘Hey, hey, come over
and help me!” I thought that soldier would kill me.
“Bear
Lice and Crow Boy heard me call and came running. These friends tried to hit
the soldier. But we were whirling around, back and forth, so that most of their
blows hit me. They knocked me dizzy. I yelled as loud as I could to scare my
enemy, but he would not let go. Finally I broke free.
“He
drew his pistol. I wrenched it out of his hand and struck him with it three or
four times on the head, knocked him over, shot him in the head, and fired at
his heart. I took his pistol and cartridge belt. Hawk-Stays-Up struck second on
his body.
“Ho hechetu! That was a fight, a hard fight. But it was a glorious battle, I enjoyed it. I was picking up head-feathers right and left that day.
https://www.americanheritage.com/man-who-killed-custer#1
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