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me for. You may hold the pipe a while yet." So the game went on, 

 and at last was over. The older brother then handed the peace-pipe 

 to him, which he took along with him to his own tipi. 



When he went in, there were the persons, looking shamefully. 

 This husband pushed the fire sticks into the fire and laughed at the 

 guilty party. "What is the matter with you folks?" said the hus- 

 band. The older brother went to him and rubbed down his face, ask- 

 ing for tender mercy. So the husband finally sat down on one side of 

 the tipi and pulled out that little wing feather which he had placed 

 under the blanket at the foot of the lean-back and split it in two pieces. 

 Just as he broke the pieces apart the couple parted. Then the husband 

 took the pipe and lighted it, smoking it for peace and good will again. 



"Well, friends, I can't give up my wife ; I will keep her. I did 

 this to teach her a lesson. I have no hard feelings against my friend. 

 I am thankful for his things and appreciate his good will. So it is 

 all over with. You may all go home, well satisfied, and I shall live the 

 best I can," said the husband. "I have known of the actions of my 

 wife with the young man for some time, but I didn't care to bother my 

 friend. I wanted to make this woman a good wife hereafter," said the 

 hiusband. — D. 



Told by Adopted. For payment in adultery, see also No. 107. 



121. — Spitting-Horn-Shell and Split-Rump. 



There was a camp-circle, and in a certain family there was a, beau- 

 tiful belle. She was just at the right age to marry; so she told her 

 father that she had decided to look for a young man named Spitting- 

 Horn-Shell, noted for his beauty. "Father, I have been without com- 

 pany for a long time, therefore, have kept myself clean and pure. I 

 want to go in search of Spitting-Horn-Shell, and ask him to marry me. 

 When I get him, I shall bring him home," said the beautiful daughter. 

 "All right, daughter, that is the reason we have kept you at home and 

 preserved your character. You can do that. It will be beneficial to 

 you. We have not the power over you to say whom you should 

 marry. Make your own choice ; it will be better than ours," said the 

 father. 



So this young woman started out by herself in search of Spitting- 

 Horn-Shell. She got to a camp-circle and made inquiry of a young man 

 and he informed her that Spitting-Horn-Shell lived farther on yet. 

 Without stopping to make the stranger's acquaintance, she went on, and 

 soon reached another camp-circle. Again she inquired for Spitting- 

 Horn-Shell, but was informed that he lived farther on yet. Without 



