Phil Cosgrove) was an Oglala Lakota chief who fought with Sitting Bull at the Little Bighorn.

Some scouts or men in advance of the warriors saw the Indian looking for the horses and ran after him and tried to kill him to keep him from bringing us word, but he ran faster than they and came into camp and told us that the white warriors were coming.

We had in camp the Cheyennes, Arapahoes, and seven different tribes of the Teton Sioux -- a countless number.

When I got my gun and came out of my lodge the attack had begun at the end of the camp where Sitting Bull and the Uncpapas were.

By this time all the warriors in our camp were mounted and ready for fight, and then we were attacked on the other side by another party.

[Note: Here is John Stands In Timber's account of Low Dog killing an American who almost got away.]

Then the wise men and chiefs of our nation gave out to our people not to mutilate the dead white chief, for he was a brave warrior and died a brave man, and his remains should be respected.

"Then I turned around and went to help fight the other white warriors, who had retreated to a high hill on the east side of the river.

He fought well, but our men were fighting to save their women and children, and drive them back.

This ended Low Dog's narration, given in the hearing of half a dozen officers, some of the Seventeenth Infantry and some of the Seventh Cavalry-Custer's regiment.

Officers were there who were at the Bighorn with Benteen, senior captain of the Seventh, who usually exercised command as a field officer, and who, with his battalion, joined Reno on the first day of the fight, after his retreat, and was in the second day's fight.

Howe, the interpreter, and myself were present, but as he progressed the officers gathered round, listening to every word, and all were impressed that the Indian chief was giving a true account, according to his knowledge.

Another asked who were the dead Indians that were found in two tepees-five in one and six in the other-all richly dressed, and with their ponies, slain about the tepees.

Then Low Dog said he would like to go home, and with the interpreter he went back to the Indian camp.

He is a tall, straight Indian, thirty-four years old, not a bad face, regular features and small hands and feet.

Then I heard some people talking that the chief of the white men wanted the Indians to live where he ordered and do as he said, and he would feed and clothe them.

If any white man tries to destroy my property, or take my lands, I will take my gun, get on my horse, and go punish him.