Broadcast: September 19, 2004
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VOICE ONE:
Now, the VOA Special English program, PEOPLE IN AMERICA.
I'm Steve Ember.
In the early days of the last century, an American doctor wrote about the
Native American people called the Lakota or Sioux. His name was Charles
Eastman. He was one of the few people to ever win the trust of the old
people. He could do this because he too was a Lakota, Sioux. His Lakota name
was Ohiyasa.
As a child he learned to ride a horse. He learned to hunt. And he learned
other skills that made the Sioux great.
When Ohiyasa was fifteen years old he was sent to an American school for
Indian children. He was given the English name Charles Eastman. He did very
well in school. He was chosen to go on to college and then to medical school.
He returned to his tribe as their medical doctor.
In the early part of the past century, Charles Eastman saw that many of the
old people were dying. He feared their history and culture would die with
them. He talked to many of the very old members of the Sioux. He put their
words down on paper.
One of these stories was about a famous Indian fighter named "Rain-in-the-
Face." This is the story that Doctor Eastman wrote.
VOICE TWO:
About two months before the great Sioux warrior, Rain-in-the-Face, died, I
went to see him for the last time. "Friend," I said, "at home when the old
men were asked to tell the brave things they had done, the tobacco pipe was
passed. So come, let us smoke now to the memory of the old days."
He took some of my tobacco and filled his long pipe. The old man lay upon a
small bed covered by a red blanket. He was all alone that day, only an old
dog lay silent by his feet. Finally he looked up and began telling me about
his long life.
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VOICE THREE:
"I was born near the Cheyenne River about seventy years ago. My family were
not great chiefs, but they were good warriors and great hunters.
I was given the name "Rain-in-the-Face" as a young man. This was after a
great battle when we were on a warpath against the Gros Ventres tribe.
I had painted my face with warpaint that day. 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 some of the war paint on my face was washed
away. Much of the black and red paint had run together. So I was given the
name "Rain-in-the-Face." We Sioux considered it an honorable name.
VOICE TWO:
As he told his story old Rain seemed to come alive. He smiled as he talked.
He seemed younger and his eyes shined.
VOICE THREE:
One of the most daring attacks that we ever made was against the army base
called Fort Totten in North Dakota. The fight took place in the summer of
Eighteen-Sixty-Six. I had a special friend then. His name was Wapaypay. He
was known to the white men as Fearless Bear. He was the bravest man among us.
In those days Wapaypay and I called each other "Brother — Friend." This was
a life and death promise among the Sioux. What one does the other must do and
that meant that I must be with him in the attack. And, if he was killed, I
must fight until I died also.
I prepared for death. I painted my face with my special sign -- half red,
half black. Now the signal for the attack was given. My horse started even
with Wapaypay, but his horse was faster than mine.
This was bad for me. By the time I came close to the fort, the soldiers had
somewhat recovered from the surprise of our attack. They were aiming their
guns more carefully.
Their guns talked very loud but hit few of us. Their guns were like an old
dog with no teeth who makes much noise and becomes more angry the more noise
he makes. How much harm we did I do not know. When the fight was finished I
saw blood on my leg. Both my horse and I were wounded.
