that he supposed the Chief was 

 right, and that now they would 

 have a good time feasting. He 

 called down the Spirit of the Dog 

 upon them. A large iron pot was 

 brought into the centre of the ring. 

 With upraised arms he gave a kind 

 of incantation over it. Then the 

 cover was lifted off, and I saw 

 it in the pot! Boiled Dog! Some 

 of the hair was still sticking to the 

 skin. Every man, woman and child 

 had a piece, eked out with soda 

 crackers and dry bread. Then all 

 the braves joined in the great dance. 

 They ki-yi-ed and they hoop-la-ed 

 and perhaps after that dog business 

 I would have been ready to go, but 

 for that beautiful, nervous Indian 

 girl and her sullen companion. 



During the Feast of the Dog and 

 subsequent dance, Manita had been 

 earnestly talking to It-tas-da-chirsch. 

 She seemed to be arguing with him. 

 He appeared obdurate. At last, with 

 a gesture of despair, she stopped. 

 Her arms hung dejectedly by her 

 sides. Suddenly her face brightened. 

 Quickly she went to the Chief 

 Plenty Coups's teepee and disap- 



