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Old Buffalo continued: 



As we neared the end of our journey, we were overtaken by a fearful blizzard. 

 There was a l)utte in which we found a sheltered place and stayed for two days, as my 

 leg was very ])ainful. After the storm sul)sided we looked around and could see the 

 enemy's village. Night came again, but my leg was so painful tliat we rested another 

 day. The next afternoon, as the sun was getting low, I tightened my belt and made 

 ready for whatever might befall. We walked toward the enemy's village and entered 

 a rocky country, like the Bad Lands. Theii it was dark. 



A great number of Crows were camped at tliis place, and there was dancing in two 

 parts of the village. We were close to the village, but no one saw us. Only the dogs 

 barked. We went up to the edge of the village and got in where there were many 

 horses in a bunch. We drove the herd before us, and they trotted quietly along. 

 After getting a safe distance from the camp we mounted some of the horses and drove 

 the rest before us. ^^'e did not stop, but kept the horses trotting fast all night. When 

 daylight came we counted the horses and found that there were 53. All that day we 

 traveled, and as the sun sank we rested. We were tired, as we had no saddles, and 

 that night we slept. 



The next morning there came another terrible blizzard. My eyelashes were frozen 

 so that I could scarcely see. I went back a little distance to see if we were being 

 followed, then I returned to my companions. I had realized that the tracks of the 

 horses made a trail and I saw that the enemy were pursuing us. This was my war 

 party and I felt a great responsibility for its safety. 



The Crows overtook us and secured most of the horses wliich we had captured from 

 them. We jumped down a steep rocky place, and soon we were entirely surrounded 

 by the Crows. A Sioux boy, about 15 years old was with us, and he was shot in the 

 back. We fought as long as the sun moved in the sky. It was a hard struggle. Every 

 time we fired a gun it turned white with frost. During tliis fight I sang a very powerful 

 song of the Fox society, to wliich I belong. [Concerning the Fox society, see p. 314 

 et seq.] 



No. 178. "I Am the Fox" (Catalogue No. 637) 



Sung by Old Buffalo 



Voice J := 66 



Druji not recorded 

 ^ 4t. ^ m 



To - ka - la kor) mi - ye ye - lo ta ,- ku o - te - 



bi - ka o - v.a - le ye - lo 



