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meant “To pierce (kill) each other would be 
1 bad.” With one hand, he pushed Red Bull’s 
hand toward the entrance of the cave (outside) ; 
1 and then shook it as if shivering (it is cold) ; 
tapped the back of Red Bull’s hand with the tips 
| of his own half spread fingers (it is snowing). 
He made the question sign; and taking Red 
ARAPAHOE. 
Bull’s forefinger, bent it up at the second joint, 
then he struck the tip of the finger with the palm 
of his open hand (a pipe filled) ; then put Red 
Bull’s closed hand close to his forehead and 
lowered it (do you own or possess?); then he 
drew the hand back and toward his own mouth, 
and moved it out nearly the length of his arm 
and back toward his mouth and out again 
(smoking). 
Now Red Bull took the Ute’s hand, closed it. 
and brought it to his own forehead, and moved 
it outward and downward (I have one). 
Then he let the hand go, and reached around to 
his fire bag, took out his pipe from its case, 
filled and lit it, and handed it to the Ute chief, 
and he smoked, and they both smoked. When 
the pipe was smoked out he placed it on the 
ground. 
Again he took the Ute by the hand, and 
brought it over and touched his own breast, and 
then touched the Ute’s breast, and made the 
sign for smoking; (you and I have smoked). 
Then he made the sign for cutting (a knife), 
touched the Ute and himself, and made the sign 
for putting down and for sleeping (“let us put 
away our knives and sleep”). They slept there 
together all through the night. 
When they awoke and looked out, it was day 
and clear weather. They got up and went out 
side, and the Ute said to Red Bull by signs: 
“My friend, I have a good horse tied down 
there; he is very fast; a fine horse. I give him 
to you.” 
Red Bull said, “My friend, I have a horse 
picketed down here; he is a good horse. T give 
him to you.” 
Red Bull was wearing his war shirt, hand¬ 
somely ornamented and fringed with scalps, and 
with a bundle of medicine tied on the shoulder. 
He pulled this off and said, “My friend, I give 
you that shirt.” Across his scalp-lock he wore 
an eagle feather tied to it. He untied this and 
handed it to the Ute and said, “I give you that. 
Tie that in your head, and when any one shoots 
at you he will not be able to hit you.” 
The Ute also wore a fine shirt, and he pulled 
it off and said to Red Bull, “My friend, I give 
you my shirt. There is no medicine on it, for I 
am not a medicine man, I am only the head 
chief.” He had a gun and a bow, and a quiver 
full of arrows, and these he gave to Red Bull, 
saying, “I give you these.” He wore a fine pair 
of buckskin leggings and a fine robe, and he 
took off the leggings and gave^them and the robe 
to Red Bull, saying, “My friend, I give you 
these.” He took off his knife and said, “I give 
you that.” 
Red Bull had a fine robe worked with porcu¬ 
pine quills, and he gave this and his gun to the 
Ute, and also his leggings and his knife. So 
these two exchanged clothing, arms and horses. 
Then the Ute said, “I have some meat here. We 
will make -a fire and cook it and eat.” They did 
this. Then Red Bull said, “Let us go and get 
our horses,” and they went down to where the 
horses were. They were tied right close to¬ 
gether—side by side. Red Bull had no saddle on 
his horse, and the Ute had one. So he said to Red 
Bull, “My friend, you have to ride a long dis¬ 
tance, and I have only a short way to go; you 
take my saddle. Also, since you have a long way 
to go and you may perhaps meet some enemy, 
I will give you my balls and my powder for 
your gun. I have more at home in my camp.” 
Then the Ute gathered up a big lock of hair 
over his temple, and said, “My friend, take your 
knife and cut this off and take it home with 
you, and when you get to your camp, blacken 
gether, I will fight by your side and die with 
you, fighting my own people.” 
Then the Ute said, “What is your name?” 
Red Bull answered, “My name is Red Bull. 
Red Bull asked the Ute, “What is your name?” 
The Ute said, "My name is He Who Walks in 
the Air.” Then said the Ute, “Let us exchange 
names. I will give you my name, and you give 
me your name.” They did so. Then Red Bull 
put his arms around the Ute and hugged him, 
and the Ute did the same with Red Bull. The 
Ute said to his friend, “Now we part. You go 
and I will go.” So they parted, and each went 
his way. 
your face and dance, and tell them that you 
have counted a coup on the head chief of the 
Utes.” 
Then Red Bidl gathered up a lock of his hair 
and said, “My friend, take your knife and cur 
this off, and when you get home, blacken your 
face and dance, and tell them that you have 
counted a coup on the head chief of the Arapa- 
hoes.” Each cut the hair off the other. 
The Lhe said, “My friend, I would like, to 
take you to my camp with me, but perhaps your 
party have been fighting with the Utes, and if 
they have news of it in my village they will kill 
us both if I take you to the camp. But if my 
people should come on us now while we are to- 
The Utes chased the Cheyenne and Arapaho 
war party, and in the morning at daylight caught 
them, and they had a big fight. Two of Red 
Bull's party were killed, and the Cheyennes and 
Arapahoes killed three Utes. Neither party ran 
or pursued. After these men were killed, both 
parties drew off and went home. One night 
after the Cheyennes and Arapahoes had reached 
home, Red Bull came to the camp and told his 
story, and they danced. 
About two years after this the Arapahoes 
made a peace with the Snakes. Then the Snakes 
went with them to the Utes, and there also 
they made a peace. Red Bull and He Who 
Walks in the Air met, and became great friends. 
All this happened many years ago, but in the 
year 1893. White Bull, a chief of the Cheyennes, 
went to the Snake and ‘Arapaho agency at Fort 
Washakie, and there met a very old white- 
haired man, a Ute, whom he asked if he re¬ 
membered anything about these men. The 
old man said that he remembered them, and 
added, “We have now in our tribe a chief named 
Red Bull. Although this happened long ago this 
name still remains among our people, and is 
handed down from chief to chief.” 
The Passing of Pussy Tom 
By EDMUND F. L. JENNER 
S IXTY-EIGHT Iambs from forty sheep 
ain't so bad. I guess them sheep will 
clip near six pounds of wool right 
traight through. Them five or six oldest lambs 
dll be ready to ship in two weeks’ time; and 
bey say good lambs are worth three and a half 
ach. Wool’s worth twenty-five cents a pound, 
ash. and those two barren ewes I mean to 
tail-feed and sell.” 
So spoke Hiram Hawkins as he leaned on the 
?nce of the two-acre paddock close to his house, 
he sheep were freshly washed. In a day they 
would be dry enough to shear. The lambs 
varied from sturdy youngsters, almost fit for 
the market, to weak, wabbling babies only a 
couple of days old. Abraham Lincoln, the im¬ 
ported ram, had already been sheared. The 
scales recorded the fact that his fleece weighed 
fifteen pounds odd ounces. 
Mr. Hawkins was engaged in mixed farming. 
It was his great ambition to become the owner 
of a hundred sheep. Starting on a capital of 
nothing at all, he had saved enough to buy a 
backwoods clearing. That was twenty odd years 
