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FOREST AND STREAM. 
itNoV. 21, 1903. 
and, however hard he looked, the top of the lodge and 
its poles were there. 
Weasel Heart said to his companion : "Friend, do you 
see any object in the water or on the other side?" 
Fisher looked across the river and said, "I see only 
some buffalo." 
"No," said Weasel Heart, "I do not mean on the prairie ; 
look down into that deep hole in the river and you will 
see a lodge there." 
Fisher looked as directed, and saw the lodge — it was 
the black buffalo lodge. "Oh, yes," he said ; "I see it, 
and I see another lodge standing in front of it." Then 
Weasel Heart saw that lodge, too — it was the yellow buf- 
falo lodge. 
They wondered at this and could not understand it ; but 
they were both men of strong hearts, and presently 
Weasel Heart said: "Friend, I am going down to enter 
that lodge. Do you sit here and tell me when I get to the 
place." Then Weasel Heart went up the river and took 
a drift-log to support himself, and pushed it out into the 
water and swam down toward the cut bluff. When he 
had reached the place where the lodge was, Fisher told 
him, and he let go the log and dived down and disap- 
peared from view. 
For a long time Fisher sat there waiting for his friend ; 
but at last, after he had been there foi' half the day, he 
looked down the stream and saw a man on the shore — it 
they cannot do so ; let us try to make a crossing so that 
it will be easier for them." So Weasel Heart, alone, 
crossed the river and sat on the bank on one side and 
Fisher sat opposite him on the other. Then Fisher said 
to the people : "Pack up your things now and get ready 
to cross ; I will make a place where you Can cross easily." 
Weasel Heart and Fisher filled their pipes and smoked, 
and then each started to cross the river. As each stepped 
into the water, the river began to go down, the crossing 
grew tnore and more shallow. The people, with all their 
dogs, followed close behind Fisher, as he had told them 
to do. Fisher and Weasel Heart met in the middle of the 
river, and when they did so they stepped to one side up 
the stream and let the people pass them. Ever since that 
day this has been a shallow crossing. These lodges came 
from the Under-water people — Sii ye tuppi 
Certain of the Iti-is -kim are kept in these lodges in lit- 
tle bags. They can be kept only in these lodges, and by 
these lodge-owners. 
The yellow-painted buffalo lodge has, surrounding the 
border, at the ground, a black band, fifteen to eighteen 
inches in width, on which are -painted a double row of 
white disks, four to six inches in diameter. These disks, 
called stars in my article in the Anthropologist, are not 
the stars of the sk}^ but what the Blackfeet call dusty 
stars, the term nsed for the puff balls which grow on the 
prairie and which when ripe seem to inclose fine powder 
BLACK-PAINTED BUFFALO-STONE tODGE. 
was Weasel Heart, who walked up the bank until he had 
reached his friend. Fisher said to him: "I was afraid 
that something bad had happened to you. I have been 
waiting a long tim.e. You went into that lodge that you 
saw (the black buft'alo lodge) ; now I am going to do 
the same thing, but I shall go into the other one." 
Fisher went up the stream and then swam down, as 
Weasel Heart had done, and when he reached the place, 
he disappeared as Weasel Heart had disappeared, and the 
log he had been resting on floated down the stream. 
Weasel Heart waited for his friend as long as Fisher had 
waited for him, and when Fisher came out of the water, 
it was at the place where Weasel Heart had come ont.' 
He joined his friend and they went home to the 
camp. 
When the two had come to a hill near the camp, they 
met a young man, and by him sent word that the people 
should make a sweat-house for them,^ After the sweat-' 
house had been made, word was sent to them, and they 
entered the camp and went into the sweat-house and took 
a sweat, and all the time while they were sweating sand 
was falling from their bodies. 
After this the people moved camp and went out and 
killed buffalo, and these two men took hides and built two 
lodges, and painted them just as the lodges were painted 
that they had seen in the river. 
Now, the people wished to cross the river below the 
Blackfoot crossing, but as the stream was "deep it was 
always a hard matter for them to get across. The dogs 
and the travois were often swept away, and the people 
lost many of their things. At this time the tribe wanted 
to cross, and Fisher and Weasel Heart said to each other : 
"The people wish to cross the river, but it is high and 
or dust. The band close to the ground therefore repre- 
sents the prairie or the earth. The ground color of the 
lodge is yellow, while the buffalo are brown. The bull is 
painted across the front of the lodge, the cow across the 
back. The pinning of the lodge passes down behind the 
bull's shoulders. In the bull, the hoofs, the two eyes 
(both on one side of the head), the knees, tongue, geni- 
tals, kidneys, tail, and horns are green. The life-line is 
red and green in alternate blocks, and the heart is green. 
A spot between the horns, and the insides of the ears, 
are red. The cow has the tail, kidneys, hoofs, ankles, 
horns, tongue, ears, two eyes (on one side), and the 
no,strils red. The life-line is red and green. In each 
animal the tongue protrudes ; each is licking the ruinp of 
the other. Below the smoke-hole at the top is the butter- 
fly cross. 
The black buft'alo lodge has the black band at the 
ground with a regularly-spaced double row of disks repre- 
senting stars. The buffalo bull and cow are black on 
white ground. The bull is at the front of the lodge, its 
pinning passing down just back of the shoulders. The 
tongue, two eyes, horns, hoofs, front pasterns, heart, and 
genitals are green, the nostrils, inside of ears, a spot be- 
tween the horns, the wrists, hind pasterns, hoofiets, kid- 
neys, tail spot, and hocks are red. The cow is similar, 
except that the tail spot is green. At the back of the 
lodge there is a green butterfly cross; the wings are 
black, painted with stars, and the points of the wings 
carry buffalo tails and hoofs. 
The two lodges last mentioned are situated on the 
northwest side of the camp-circle, and are not far apart. 
George Bikd Grinnell. 
[to be concluded.] 
More Musings from Sand Lake 
Why Eight Lines of Kipling's "Red Gods" were Btandi 
" Spurious I " 
Ou la chkvre est attachee, il faut qu'elle broute. 
Eight or ten of your regular contributors have had 
good time rising to my "red gods" fly, and have extend* 
themselves in protest at my strictures on Kipling's doubli 
quatrain, chosen from the whole "poem" by a friend \\ 
the least vulnerable. These apologists have not been pr 
dent in husbanding their resources. Men who wished 
answer them have been asked by me to be silent. Weiglj 
of numbers and impetuosity of apology were used 
diminish, if possible, the force of the criticism. Mr. Asl 
croft has drawn their fire admirably. Even Doctor Mo 
ris, whom I can never sufficiently thank for having set 
me to the Serpentine, Bay of Islands, Harry's Brook ar 
Bay St. George in Newfoundland, joins the apologist 
Private letters from friends have advised me to adm^ 
that I "had been argued to a stand-still" — as if this we; 
a mere contest, instead of a search for the truth. Othe 
lamented the "unfortunate choice" for the attack, of if 
"truest" lines in "The Feet of the Young Men." 
The Old Angler, whom I extinguished in the intermii 
able sea-trout discussion, being deprived of a favorr 
theme to tilt with Mr. Hallock about in print, no 
gets Mr. Hallock to join him against me. Mr. Vei 
ning is all right under his crust. May his years, an 
those of Mr. Hallock, sit lightly. 
I am satisfied that the great body of Forest ak 
Stream readers are not represented by the apologist, 
who, I take it, represent a provincial defense < 
what is said to be a "poem" inspired by Maine woods, 
In the torrent and onrush of apology, I find one get 
erous foe — Hermit — who extends the noblesse oblige di' 
to a fellow sportsman, no matter how ignorant and mi; 
guided he may be. Thanks, sir, for j'our courteoi 
words — sincere, heartfelt — contrasting gratefully. Nov 
1 ask you to come out back of your Maine tent, face I1 
the west, and take the following wireless message froi 
me: 
My fellow fisherman, I am only an "ignorant," "senst 
less" Sand Lake angler, who has been angrily told b 
eight or ten of the writers for Forest and Stream to t 
silent until I go and get some experience, and not dare t 
call Kipling's "word-picture" a "splotteration. If 
ever meet you, my first words shall be, "Have a ciga; 
and what's your favorite moist joy?"_. You hail me wit 
a friendly "Come east." 
Brother, I've been east, and likewise have had guide 
mostly Indians, pole me up over a thousand miles of swii 
water, and down nearl}"- twice as many miles. Have bee 
in Maine three times. Been to Moosehead, and froT 
there by buckboard to the headwaters of the St. John- 
River, and down that stream into Square Lake. Wa 
paddled, poled and portaged from the line of the Bangc 
and Aroostook Railroad to the Sourdnahonk and bad 
and had to pay forty dollars for the five day. 
round trip with one guide. I saw at least twenty othd 
canoes, going up and down streams in Maine ; yet my Nei 
England friends think I must have been blind, for 
never saw a "shod" (not sleeved) canoe-pole in Main* 
nor anywhere except one pair at John Connell's camp 
on the Tabusintac in New Brunswick, 
Brother, I am here at beautiful Sand Lake in Michigar 
two miles from Pentecost Station on the Lake Shor 
Railway. I hire my boat all day for a quarter, and ar 
living like a fighting-cock at a little "hotel" for a dolla 
a day. That saves me $2.50 a day as compared wit: 
Maine. I need no guide, row myself. That saves $2.5 
more, a clear gain of $5 daily by not coming east. An' 
when I and the small-mouth black bass are both of th 
right mind, I "ketch 'em to beat the band." No self 
important, oracular "guides" to charge me $3 daily fd 
intimating to me that they know it all, and taking m: 
to places they want to go to and I don't, and who insis 
on using semi-handspikes that are tools of the lumbe 
camps, and then calling them canoe-poles, and dubbinj 
me an ignoramus if I say thej^ are not. They are proui 
01 that "click" of the log-driver's tool, which they hav 
"worked in" on me as the genuine pole, and claim it cat 
be heard a mile, and even exultantly cite a confessedl; 
imknown writer in a Boston paper to prove it. Now, 
ask you as a man and brother, do you think they don! 
want me to catch fish or shoot big game, and so use thai 
shod poles in my canoe to frighten away all my fish "lonj 
before the canoe comes in sight," and mean to scare m; 
deer and moose that way, by keeping them in a state o 
alarmed alertness and wonder about what naval fight i 
approaching? See? Besides, if I want to shoot a deer 
they charge me a big license fee for the privilege of com 
ing to their camps and spending a lot of money — charg 
for the privilege of even firing one shot that may misi 
Worse, and unpardonable, they insist on branding me a 
a criminal is branded in Paris. They Bertillonize m« 
taking my height, color of hair and mustache, beard 
and eyes. Insultingly they ask if I can write my name 
and record my answer. Then they actually sit down atn 
do a lot of hard thinking, trying to spell out zvhy, as 
write this, their camps are so deserted of non-residen 
hunters whose lovely cash they meant to get. 
Brother, you invite me to come east. I've been east 
Pardon a hospitable suggestion. Suppose j'ou come wes 
instead, and really see some Indians, camp-beds an( 
canoe-poles. Come on, to the lakes and streams of thi 
Kootenai Country, to Slocan, Arrow, Okanagan, Harri 
son, and Sugar and Mabel lakes. Come to Lake 
Chelan, Crescent and Sutherland, in Washington, ani 
see Mt. Olympus glassed in the two latter. Come t^ 
Two Medicine and St. Mary's lakes, to Crow's Nes 
Lake and the Elk River. You shall take bluebacl 
Beardslee trout that weigh 15 pounds each. Yc 
shall find plenty of Indians that are not smokj 
and that cannot be "smelled further than you ca;; 
smell Limburger cheese." Come on, to th 
Frankfort lakes of Michigan and see unshod canoe 
poles on the swift Platte River; come to the Fifiel 
lakes of Wisconsin, the Alexandria lakes of Minnesota 
to Lake of the Woods and Lake Winnipeg. I have fishei 
in all the waters named, and have camped on over hal 
of them. Better yet, come to the Campbell River am 
Cowhichan Lake on Vancouver Island. If you wan 
