IT is a pity that so many interesting names of well-known Indians have been mistranslated, so that
their meaning becomes very vague if it is not wholly lost. In some cases an opposite meaning is
conveyed. For instance there is the name, "Young-Man-Afraid-of-His-Horses." It does not mean that
the owner of the name is afraid of his own horse—far from it! Tashunkekokipapi signifies "The
young men [of the enemy] fear his horses." Whenever that man attacks, the enemy knows there will be
a determined charge.
The name Tashunkewitko, or Crazy Horse, is a poetic simile. This leader was likened to an untrained
or untouched horse, wild, ignorant of domestic uses, splendid in action, and unconscious of danger.
The name of Two Strike is a deed name.
 In a battle with the Utes this man knocked two enemies from the back of a war horse. The true
rendering of the name Nomkahpa would be, "He knocked off two."
I was well acquainted with Two Strike and spent many pleasant hours with him, both at Washington, D.
C., and in his home on the Rosebud reservation. What I have written is not all taken from his own
mouth, because he was modest in talking about himself, but I had him vouch for the truth of the
stories. He said that he was born near the Republican River about 1832. His earliest recollection
was of an attack by the Shoshones upon their camp on the Little Piney. The first white men he ever
met were traders who visited his people when he was very young. The incident was still vividly with
him, because, he said, "They made my father crazy," [drunk]. This made a deep impression upon him,
he told me, so that from that day he was always afraid of the white man's "mysterious water."
 Two Strike was not a large man, but he was very supple and alert in motion, as agile as an antelope.
His face was mobile and intelligent. Although he had the usual somber visage of an Indian, his
expression brightened up wonderfully when he talked. In some ways wily and shrewd in intellect, he
was not deceitful nor mean. He had a high sense of duty and honor. Patriotism was his ideal and goal
As a young man he was modest and even shy, although both his father and grandfather were well-known
chiefs. I could find few noteworthy incidents in his early life, save that he was an expert rider of
wild horses. At one time I was pressing him to give me some interesting incident of his boyhood. He
replied to the effect that there was plenty of excitement but "not much in it." There was a
delegation of Sioux chiefs visiting Washington, and we were spending an evening together in their
hotel. Hollow Horn Bear spoke up and said:
 "Why don't you tell him how you and a buffalo cow together held your poor father up and froze him
almost to death?"
Everybody laughed, and another man remarked: "I think he had better tell the medicine man (meaning
myself) how he lost the power of speech when he first tried to court a girl." Two Strike, although
he was then close to eighty years of age, was visibly embarrassed by their chaff.
"Anyway, I stuck to the trail. I kept on till I got what I wanted," he muttered. And then came the
The old chief, his father, was very fond of the buffalo hunt; and being accomplished in horsemanship
and a fine shot, although not very powerfully built, young Two Strike was already following hard in
his footsteps. Like every proud father, his was giving him every incentive to perfect his skill, and
one day challenged his sixteen-year-old son to the feat of "one arrow to kill" at the very next
It was midwinter. A large herd of
 buffalo was reported by the game scout. The hunters gathered at daybreak prepared for the charge.
The old chief had his tried charger equipped with a soft, pillow-like Indian saddle and a lariat.
His old sinew-backed hickory bow was examined and strung, and a fine straight arrow with a steel
head carefully selected for the test. He adjusted a keen butcher knife over his leather belt, which
held a warm buffalo robe securely about his body. He wore neither shirt nor coat, although a
piercing wind was blowing from the northwest. The youthful Two Strike had his favorite bow and his
swift pony, which was perhaps dearer to him than his closest boy comrade.
Now the hunters crouched upon their horses' necks like an army in line of battle, while behind them
waited the boys and old men with pack ponies to carry the meat. "Hukahey!" shouted the leader as a
warning. "Yekiya wo!" (Go) and in an instant all the ponies leaped forward against
 the cutting wind, as if it were the start in a horse race. Every rider leaned forward, tightly
wrapped in his robe, watching the flying herd for an opening in the mass of buffalo, a chance to cut
out some of the fattest cows. This was the object of the race.
The chief had a fair start; his horse was well trained and needed no urging nor guidance. Without
the slightest pull on the lariat he dashed into the thickest of the herd. The youth's pony had been
prancing and rearing impatiently; he started a little behind, yet being swift passed many. His rider
had one clear glimpse of his father ahead of him, then the snow arose in blinding clouds on the
trail of the bison. The whoops of the hunters, the lowing of the cows, and the menacing glances of
the bulls as they plunged along, or now and then stood at bay, were enough to unnerve a boy less
well tried. He was unable to select his victim. He had been carried deeply into the midst of the
herd and found himself
 helpless to make the one sure shot, therefore he held his one arrow in his mouth and merely strove
to separate them so as to get his chance.
At last the herd parted, and he cut out two fat cows, and was maneuvering for position when a rider
appeared out of the snow cloud on their other side. This aroused him to make haste lest his rival
secure both cows; he saw his chance, and in a twinkling his arrow sped clear through one of the
animals so that she fell headlong.
In this instant he observed that the man who had joined him was his own father, who had met with the
same difficulties as himself. When the young man had shot his only arrow, the old chief with a whoop
went after the cow that was left, but as he gained her broadside, his horse stepped in a badger hole
and fell, throwing him headlong. The maddened buffalo, as sometimes happens in such cases, turned
upon the pony and gored him to death. His rider lay motionless, while Two Strike rushed
for-  ward to draw her attention, but she merely tossed her head at him, while persistently standing guard
over the dead horse and the all but frozen Indian.
Alas for the game of "one arrow to kill!" The boy must think fast, for his father's robe had slipped
off, and he was playing dead, lying almost naked in the bitter air upon the trampled snow. His bluff
would not serve, so he flew back to pull out his solitary arrow from the body of the dead cow.
Quickly wheeling again, he sent it into her side and she fell. The one arrow to kill had become one
arrow to kill two buffalo! At the council lodge that evening Two Strike was the hero.
The following story is equally characteristic of him, and in explanation it should be said that in
the good old days among the Sioux, a young man is not supposed to associate with girls until he is
ready to take a wife. It was a rule with our young men, especially the honorable and well-born, to
gain some reputation in the hunt and in
 war,—the more difficult the feats achieved the better,—before even speaking to a young
woman. Many a life was risked in the effort to establish a reputation along these lines. Courtship
was no secret, but rather a social event, often celebrated by the proud parents with feasts and
presents to the poor, and this etiquette was sometimes felt by a shy or sensitive youth as an
insurmountable obstacle to the fulfilment of his desires.
Two Strike was the son and grandson of a chief, but he could not claim any credit for the deeds of
his forbears. He had not only to guard their good name but achieve one for himself. This he had set
out to do, and he did well. He was now of marriageable age with a war record, and admitted to the
council, yet he did not seem to trouble himself at all about a wife. His was strictly a bachelor
career. Meanwhile, as is apt to be the case, his parents had thought much about a possible
daughter-in-law, and had even collected ponies, fine robes, and other
 acceptable goods to be given away in honor of the event, whenever it should take place. Now and then
they would drop a sly hint, but with no perceptible effect.
They did not and could not know of the inward struggle that racked his mind at this period of his
life. The shy and modest young man was dying for a wife, yet could not bear even to think of
speaking to a young woman! The fearless hunter of buffaloes, mountain lions, and grizzlies, the
youth who had won his eagle feathers in a battle with the Utes, could not bring himself to take this
At last his father appealed to him directly. "My son," he declared, "it is your duty to take unto
yourself a wife, in order that the honors won by your ancestors and by yourself may be handed down
in the direct line. There are several eligible young women in our band whose parents have intimated
a wish to have you for their son-in-law."
Two Strike made no reply, but he was
 greatly disturbed. He had no wish to have the old folks select his bride, for if the truth were
told, his choice was already made. He had simply lacked the courage to go a-courting!
The next morning, after making an unusually careful toilet, he took his best horse and rode to a
point overlooking the path by which the girls went for water. Here the young men were wont to take
their stand, and, if fortunate, intercept the girl of their heart for a brief but fateful interview.
Two Strike had determined to speak straight to the point, and as soon as he saw the pretty maid he
came forward boldly and placed himself in her way. A long moment passed. She glanced up at him shyly
but not without encouragement. His teeth fairly chattered with fright, and he could not say a word.
She looked again, noted his strange looks, and believed him suddenly taken ill. He appeared to be
suffering. At last he feebly made signs for her to go on and leave him alone. The maiden was
 as she did not know what else to do she obeyed his request.
The poor youth was so ashamed of his cowardice that he afterward admitted his first thought was to
take his own life. He believed he had disgraced himself forever in the eyes of the only girl he had
ever loved. However, he determined to conquer his weakness and win her, which he did. The story came
out many years after and was told with much enjoyment by the old men.
Two Strike was better known by his own people than by the whites, for he was individually a terror
in battle rather than a leader. He achieved his honorable name in a skirmish with the Utes in
Colorado. The Sioux regarded these people as their bravest enemies, and the outcome of the fight was
for some time uncertain. First the Sioux were forced to retreat and then their opponents, and at the
latter point the horse of a certain Ute was shot under him. A friend came to his rescue and took him
up behind him. Our hero overtook them
 in flight, raised his war club, and knocked both men off with one blow.
He was a very old man when he died, only two or three years ago, on the Rosebud reservation.
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