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Cheyenne Warrior Eyewitness Account Reveals Shocking details Of Custer's Last Stand

On the summer of June 25th 1876, the legendary battle of the little bighorn also known as Custer's last stand unfolded. It was on that day that General George Armstrong Custer and his men met their end in the hands of native American warriors. It was one of the America's army greatest defeat. There are many accounts and eyewitnesses of what happened that day but this Wooden leg's Eyewitness account reveals shocking details about the battle and Custer's death and what we were told. Wooden leg, a Cheyenne warrior later wrote and narrates what really happened and what he witnessed and saw at the battle of the little bighorn: Custer's last stand: In the summer of 1876, the Northern Cheyenne, Lakota Sioux, and Arapaho gathered in one of the largest encampments the plains had ever seen. Thousands of tipis lined the riverbank — a community of warriors, mothers, elders, and children. That morning, the air was heavy — not with rain, but with a feeling… a quiet weight that pressed upon our chests. The camp stretched for miles along the Greasy Grass River. Children played near the water. Women tended the fires, their hands busy, but their eyes — always watching the hills. I was born around 1858, near the Livestock-cheyenne River, Long before the soldiers came. My Cheyenne name is Kâhamâxéveóhtáhe, but my people called me Wooden Leg—not because I had a wooden leg, but because I walked and rode endlessly, like strong trees whose roots never tire. Before we continue, Please Like and Subscribe to our channel to help our community grow. I came of age quickly. By sixteen or seventeen, I was a warrior. I wore my finest clothing into battle—our belief was that if the Great Spirit called us home, we should look our best. I remembered the hunts, the war parties against Crow, Pawnee, Shoshone. I learned the meaning of our warrior societies—Elk, Fox, Crazy Dogs—and how each tribe notched arrows differently as silent markers of honor and deed. I was just a young man then, barely twenty-three winters, a warrior, eager to do what my elders expected: protect our families, defend our way of life. I had seen skirmishes before, small fights with soldiers, but this felt different. We were many, yes… but the soldiers were restless this summer. We heard of them moving — always moving. We had heard of the soldiers — the long blonde hair, the blue coats — who came to drive us back to the agency lands, away from the hunting grounds promised to us. Our chiefs spoke quickly. Crazy Horse was there, calm as the morning breeze yet fierce as the storm he would soon unleash. Gall and Sitting Bull, too, were moving among the lodges, giving words of courage. The chiefs had met the night before. Sitting Bull had foreseen this moment, he had spoken of a vision, they said. He had dreamt of soldiers falling into our camp like grasshoppers from the sky, helpless and swarming. Some said the vision was a promise of victory. Others, a warning of blood to come. More Interesting Videos For You🤗    • The Untold History of The Wounded Knee Mas...      • Davy Crockett Executed? New Evidences That...      • America’s Most Feared Outlaws of the Old W...      • American And British war of 1812: The Hist...      • 183 Defenders Who Chose to Die for Texas |...   Thank You For Engaging with our Channel, we deeply appreciate you for your time and support! Hit Like, Share And Subscribe for more insightful contents:🤗    / @lostanduncoveredhistory   Disclaimer: This video is for educational and informational purposes only. All materials used in this video is believed to fall under Fair Use (Section 107, U.S. Copyright Act). No copyright infringement is intended. If you are a rights holder with concerns, please contact me via the email on my channel’s "About" page. I am committed to resolving any issues promptly and respectfully. #oldwest #americanhistory #battleoflittlebighorn #custerslaststand