beholds rude court, is about four miles 

 from the Agency where his trading 

 store is located. At council and on 

 gala occasions he wears his great 

 warbonnet made of eagle feathers, 

 one for each deed of valour, or coup. 

 The string trails far on the ground, 

 and it was the great number of these 

 that gave cause for his name, Plenty 

 Coups. He is a born leader; his men- 

 tal equipment and executive powers 

 would have spelled success in any 

 walk of life, and now, convinced of 

 the hopelessness of struggling against 

 such overwhelming odds as the pale- 

 faces possess, he has accepted their 

 way and taken successfully to com- 

 merce. 



It was nearly nine o' clock on a very 

 black night, which had enabled us to 

 lose the road twice, when we finally 

 reached the Chief's teepee and waited 

 without, while Whiteswan announced 

 our arrival. The Council was about 

 to begin. As Whiteswan opened the 

 flap for us to enter, the heavy air of 

 many unwashed people in the twenty- 

 foot teepee made me elect to stay 

 near the door, thereby gaining credit 

 for modesty (it is not seemly for a 



