Chief Two Moons wears about his neck an immense cluster of bear claws.
His arms are also encircled with this same insignia of distinction.
Although he has reached the age of nearly threescore years and ten, his
frame is massive and his posture, when standing, typifies the forest oak.
It takes no conjuring of the imagination to picture this stalwart leader
of the Cheyennes against Custer on that fateful June day, as suffering no
loss in comparison with the great generals who led the Roman eagles to
victory. Two Moons is now nearly blind; he carries his coup stick,
covered with a wolfskin, both as a guide for his footsteps and a badge of
honour. There is not a tinge of gray in the ample folds of his hair, and
his voice is resonant and strong. His story of the Custer fight, told for
me at the cross marking the spot where Custer fell, to be found in the
Indians’ story of that battle, is both thrilling and informing.
[Here Custer Fell]