what part he should play at the 

 coming Dog Dance, and that part 

 would not be, he well knew, in ac- 

 cordance with the will of Arabella 

 Horsetail. He had decided that Ara- 

 bella was good enough to keep, and 

 that instead of divorcing her, and 

 thus bringing to a successful termina- 

 tion this farce, he would at Dog 

 Dance marry Manita, the daughter 

 of Seatiss, the Wolf. 



Meantime Manita, unconscious of 

 the cloud threatening her darling 

 wish to be free as the birds and 

 responsible to none, blithely did the 

 chores of the wigwam and the cook- 

 ing bower, and enjoyed the morning 

 freshness, which so soon the sun 

 would scorch away. They were en- 

 camped by the Little Bighorn, a 

 muddy stream, which in some way 

 managed to coax a few trees and 

 bushes along its banks. It seemed 

 almost attractive by contrast with 

 the monotony of alkali sun-baked 

 land that spread away for hopeless 

 miles and miles, and comprised the 

 Eden that the Government has re- 

 served for the Absarokas, or Crows. 



When Manita had harnessed two 



