“… ‘I saw the American flag waving and heard Black Kettle tell the Indians to stand around the flag, and there they were huddled – men, women, and children.  … When the troops fired, the Indians ran … After the firing the warriors put the squaws and children together, and surrounded them to protect them.  I saw five squaws under a bank for shelter.  When the troops came up to them they ran out and showed their persons to let the soldiers know they were squaws and begged for mercy, but the soldiers shot them all.  I saw one squaw lying on a bank whose leg had been broken by a shell; a soldier came up to her with a drawn saber; she raised her arm to protect herself, when he struck, breaking her arm; she rolled over and raised her other arm, when he struck, breaking it, and then left her without killing her.  … There were some thirty or forty squaws collected in a hole for protection; they sent out a little girl about six years old with a white flag on a stick; she had not proceeded but a few steps when she was shot and killed.  All the squaws in that hole were afterwards killed, and four or five bucks outside.  The squaws offered no resistance.  Everyone I saw was scalped.  I saw one squaw cut open with an unborn child, as I thought, lying by her side.  … I saw the body of White Antelope with the privates cut off, and I heard a soldier say he was going to make a tobacco pouch out of them.  I saw one squaw whose privates had been cut out.  … I saw quite a number of infants in arms killed with their mothers.’  …”