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[May 26, - 1906. 

and choke him to death. Some, indeed, half 
rose from their seats, and I saw several hands 
firmly gripping a knife handle. 
The Fisher looked him steadily in the eyes 
so long and with such an agonizing expression, 
that the suspense became almost unbearable. 
Twice he raised his hand to denote his choice, 
and twice drew back. But at last he pointed to 
the left fist, and received—the unmarked bone! 
Some of the onlookers sprang up; there weie 
cries of “Kill him! Kill him!’ Knives were 
drawn; Heavy Top reached for his carbine. But 
the Fisher motioned them back to their places, 
and there was that in his expression, something 
so quiet, and ominous, and determined, that they 
obeyed him. ‘Come to-morrow,” he told the 
winner, “and you shall have all that you won.” 
“No,” said Glancing Arrow, doggedly, ‘not 
to-morrow. I will take the lodge and the robes 
and the blankets and the woman to-night; the 
horses to-morrow.” 
“Come on then, it shall be as you say.” 
And somehow we let them pass out into the 
darkness. No one followed, nor spoke. We 
all felt that something was going to happen. 
But some of those who had been standing out- 
side listening, did follow, and there were several 
witnesses of the end of it all. The Lark had 
been standing behind the lodge, had heard her- 
self put up for the last stake; heard the de- 
mand of the winner, and then she had fled home- 
ward. A little later, almost as swiftly went 
thither the Fisher, followed by the man who 
had won his all. They went inside, a man or 
two entering in behind them. 
“There she is!’ the Fisher exclaimed, point- 
ing to the couch where the woman lay com- 
pletely covered with a buffalo robe. “There she 
is,’ he continued, “but you shall never toucn 
her. I am going to kill you, to make a sacri- 
fice of you here in her presence.” 
His words and the terrible expression of his 
face so paralyzed Glancing Arrow that he did 
not try to defend himself, but sank to the ground, 
crying, ‘Have pity, pity me,” even before the 
Fisher sprang upon him and thrust a knife again 
and again, deep into his neck and bosom. 
We, sitting in the lodge awaiting we knew not 
what, heard the dying man’s screams and rushed 
out, tearing the lodge skin loose from its pegs as 
we went. When I had reached the scene, it was 
all over. Glancing Arrow lay dead beside the 
fire and the Fisher stood over him.looking down 
at his work, a pleased, childish expression on his 
face. 
“Why, yes, of course,” he said softly, dream- 
ily, “I remember now, he wanted her; he has 
always wanted her, my little woman. And | 
have killed him. See, little woman, he is dead, 
completely dead; you need fear no more to go to 
the river for water, or to the timber for fuel. 
Get up and see for yourself; he is surely dead.” 
But The Lark did not move, and, bending over, 
he drew back her covering, and gave a heart- 
rending, gasping cry. She, too, was dead. 
Covering herself with her robe, she had grasped 
a knife in both hands and pressed it straight 
down into her heart. Her hands still firmly held 
the hilt, and if ever a dead face expressed 
anguish and horror, hers surely did. The sight 
seemed to bring the Fisher to his senses—I 
doubt not that he had been demented for 
several days. “It is my fault,” he said. “My 
fault, my fault! But you shall not go alone. I 
am with you yet.” 

THE OKAPI, 
And before any of us could interfere, he 
plunged the knife he still held into his own 
bosom, and fell over beside her, the life blood 
streaming from his mouth. Oh! it was a terrible 
sight, one that often returns to me in my dreams, 
and I awake, shivering and bathed in perspira- 
tion. We men fled; there was nothing we could 
do. Women came and prepared the bodies tor 
burial, and in the morning they were taken away 
and lashed in their aerial sepultures. Then we 
moved away from the place, eastward to the 
next little creek. There was no gambling there- 
after for a very long time, the whole camp went 
into mourning, as it were, for the two young 
lives we missed. Fortunately, or unfortunately, 
as different persons may view it, the Blackfoot 
language is exceedingly poor in words for 
cursing; but with such as it contains we used 
often to execrate the memory of Glancing: Ar- 
row. WALTER B. ANDERSON. 
[TO BE CONTINUED. | 

A Living Okapi. 
It is reported from London that the first living 
specimen of the okapi has been captured. It is 
also the first living okapi ever seen by a white 
man. The news comes from Captain Gosling, of 
the Alexander-Gosling expedition in Africa, who 
writes that Captain Alexander has secured a liv- 
ing specimen of this recently discovered animal. 
Although rumors of the existence of the okapi— 
its native name—had previously come to Europe, 
it was not until about roor that Sir Harry John- 
ston, the famous African explorer, succeeded in 
securing a skin, which was sent to the British 
Museum. 
The okapi is related to the giraffes but looks 
not at all like them. Its neck is short and thick, 
its head horse-like and with three short horns, 
and its ground color ranges from black to red- 
dish chestnut, the legs and hindquarters being 
white or pale cream color striped with black. 
Soon after its discovery the Forest AND STREAM 
printed a picture of the okapi, which is here re- 
produced, : 
Use No Hooks in Hunting Ducks. 
“Tr there is one thing of which I have abso- 
lutely no knowledge it is hunting and fishing,” 
remarked John S. Inglis to a representative of the 
San Francisco Chronicle. “I never caught a fish 
or killed a bird in my life, and I suppose I never 
will. I couldn’t tell you the difference between a 
striped bass and a mallard duck unless it came 
in on a platter. But I have a friend who is a 
sportsman. You never.saw such a keen sports- 
man in your life. He has a big roomful of guns 
and fishing tackle, and all kinds of sporting para- 
phernalia. He used to worry the life out of me 
with his persistent invitations to go hunting and 
fishing. Finally, I agreed to go duck hunting 
with him, He provided all the regalia. Among 
other things he ordered a lot of shells from a 
downtown gun store, and I was to go up and get 
the shells and pack them in my grip. I got the 
package from the gun store and we went to 
Alviso. We were proceeding up a slough in a 
small boat in the cool of the early morning when 
we ran into a million ducks. 
““QOpen that package of shells,’ 
friend. 
“T opened the package. It contained twenty- 
five pounds of assorted fish hooks. I haven’t been 
duck hunting since.” 
yelled my 
A Spring Woodcock. 
THE woodcock, shown on another page, was a 
bird which was discovered by Mr. B. S. Bowdish 
last month in a New Jersey field in a condition 
so exhausted that it could not fly. It was taken 
by Mr. Bowdish to his home and carefully nursed 
back to strength and was then sent on its way 
rejoicing. 
