"I was only fourteen years old and I remember well the happenings there. I was staying with my uncle. His name was Lay On Top of a Hill. Very early that cold morning there was a little snow on the ground.
There was not warning; up from our sleep we jumped, we did not have time to gather our clothing; just as we got up from our sleep we ran for safety in the best way we knew. I heard very much firing all around us. I did not look to see who it was that was doing all the firing but we all knew that Long Hair Custer was out hunting the Indians and we knew that he had found us.
We ran all our women folks and our girls and all of our children down to the banks of the Washita River for safety, but we found no safety. The soldiers were on both sides of the Washita River