48 TRUE STORIES OF THE HEAVENLY BEINGS. 
man’s son left him. The two young men then determined to go together 
to the poor young man on the hill and persuade him to come down. 
In the night the two young men went upon the hill. One of them 
spoke and said: ‘‘Brother, we have come up here several times, and 
each time you have sent us away. Now we both have come up to ask 
you to stop crying and come with us to take these captured people to 
our people. Whatever you may request we both will grant. We do not 
like to see you upon the hill here crying and starving yourself.’ The 
poor young man said: “I am poor. I want to stay up here. If you 
want to go home, go. I can not go home.”’ The two young men said, 
“No, we will not go home unjess you gowith us.” ‘“‘No,’’said the poor 
boy, ‘‘I can only go home if you do what is in my heart.” ‘‘Tell us,” 
said both of the young men. ‘‘No, I can not,” said the poor young 
man. The two young men then begged the poor young man to tell 
them what it was that was troubling him. The poor young man said, 
“Will you do as I say?’’ The two young men promised. The poor 
young man said, ‘“‘Do you remember when we were boys that I would 
never play with other boys, because they wore good clothes and I had 
no good clothes? I saw chiefs who gave commands to our people. I 
saw medicine-men who made people well, and also did many wonderful 
things in their medicine-lodge. All of these things I saw. I saw the 
priest go through ceremonies making burnt offerings to the gods in the 
heavens. Do you boys remember how I asked you to go and learn 
these things, one the sacred-bundle ceremonies, the other the medicine- 
men’s mysteries? Do you remember how I often asked you if you had 
learned these ceremonies perfectly, and how you, my brothers, said, 
“Yes, I know my ceremonies and songs and mysteries.’ I then asked 
that we might come out here where we could be alone and attack peo- 
ple who would travel alone with their families. We have captured 
enemies. We have taken their scalps and their ponies. There is now 
nothing that we want except to take all of these captives to our people. 
Will you do what I wish you to do? If you earnestly desire me to be 
with you, I will tell you my wish. I will then wipe my tears away 
and my sorrow will go from me.” ‘‘Speak,’’ said the two young men, 
“and we will do as you wish.’”’ The poor boy said: ‘‘We have con- 
quered people. They are our people and their children are our chil- 
dren. Let us, my brothers, stay away from our people. Let this, my 
brother, the chief’s son, be the high priest, for he knows the songs and 
ceremonies. Let this, my brother, the medicine-man’s son, be the medi- 
cine-man, for he knows the mysteries of the medicine-men. Now, 
brothers, let this poor brother of yours be a chief, for he has longed to 
