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you bearing the store of which I was deprived ! — and fain you would know 

 in what manner I obtained the hair of two. 



"'Three times has the night-queen turned her full face to smile upon the 

 prowess of Lacota arms, since at this very spot I met an enemy. We 

 rushed towards each other for the attack. 'Twas then he cried : 



" ' Are we not both braves ? why should we tight ? When our people 

 meet in the fray, then may we join arras, — till then, a truce.' 



«' To this I replied, 



" ' Says Crowman peace ? — then, be there peace.' 



" ' Thus said, we shook hands and sat down by the fountam. 



" * Willing to amuse the foe, I gathered a pebbJe and proposed a game 

 of hand. The challenge was accepted, and we played, — first, arrow against 

 arrow, then bow against bow, robe against robe, and scalp against scalp. 



" 'I was unsuccessful and lost all, — arrow, bow, robe, and scalp. I gave 

 up all, but with the extorted promise that we should here meet again for 

 another trial of skill. 



" ' True to the word, we did meet again. We played, and this time, the 

 Good Spirit showed me kindness. 



" ' Winning back aiTows, bow and robe, I staked them all against the 

 lost scalp. The game was a close one ; but again the Good Spirit favored 

 me, and I won. 



" ' Crewman,' said I, * scalp against scalp.' 



" ' The banter was accepted, and the play continued. He lost, and I, 

 with my winnings, arose to leave. 



" ' Warrior,' exclaimed the luckless player, * meet me in the fight, that 

 we may try tlie game of arms,' 



" ' Thy words please me,' I answered. ' Will the Crowman name the 

 place ?' 



" ' A valley lies beyond this hill,— there my people await their enemies, 

 and there let me hope to see you with them.' 



'* ' To that place I led you. We fought and conquered. My opponent at 

 play was among the slain. Need I tell you who took his scalp ?' " 



The old man seemed to take pleasure in acquainting us with the man- 

 ners and customs of liis people, and was ever ready to assign a reason for 

 any of them, whenever such existed. He repeated to us the names of all 

 the streams, mountains, and prominent localities of the country, and 

 explained the causes of their several christenings. 



Some thirty miles lo the westward of us, flowed a large creek, called by 

 the Indians, " Weur-sena Warlipollo," or Old Woman's creek. This 

 •tream is an affluent of the Chyenne river, and takes its rise at the base 

 of a mountain bearing the same name. 



The mountain is an object of great veneration with the Sioux, who rarely 

 enter into its neigliborhood without bestowing upon it a present of meat. 

 The old man entertained us with the following explanation of a custom so 

 singular : 



" My grandfather told me a tale he had received from the old men before 

 kiira, and it is a strange one. 



" Many ages past bring us back to the time when the La^otas lived ia 

 a country far above the sun of winter.* 



*TheQorUi. 



