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medicine-men. Both of the boys said, ‘‘Yes, we know them now.”’ The 
poor boy said, ‘‘Well then, my brothers, it is now time that we go upon 
the war-path.”’ The boys agreed, and so the three boys went alone upon 
the war-path. For many days they went, until at last they came to a 
camp where there were three tipis. In this camp there was only one 
man and he was married to several women. The three young men 
attacked the camp and killed the man. The women made no resistance, 
for they were glad to get rid of their husband, who was cruel and had 
treated them badly. The three young men now stayed with the women 
and they began to teach them and their people how to speak their lan- 
guage. They took special pains to teach the boys and tried to make 
warriors of them. They took them on long journeys so as to teach 
them to endure hardships. As the three young men grew older, one of 
them took the boys with him and captured many ponies from the other 
people. They grew in numbers and captured many ponies. They 
kept moving their camp and attacking one village, then another, kill- 
ing the men and saving the women and children. The three young men 
- were careful to force their captives to adopt their language, and in this 
way they came to be one tribe. 
After a time the three young men thought of their old homes and 
they were anxious to return and make offerings of scalps to the gods in 
the heavens. They moved the camp north, towards their country. 
They came to a valley with a stream running through it and a high hill 
was on the west side of the place where they made their camp. There 
the people stayed for several days. The poor young man went to the 
top of the hill and there stood for several days crying. At last the chief’s 
son went up on the hill and begged him to come down and eat. He said: 
“Why do you stay upon the hill and cry? It is time that we return to 
our people and let them know what we have done. We have many 
scalps and our people will be proud of us. Besides we now have a whole 
village of captured people.’’ The young man did not reply, but sat with 
his head down. At last the chief’s son said, ‘‘Well, if you will not say 
anything, I will go down.”’ The chief’s son went down to the camp. 
The next night the medicine-man’s son went up to see the poor young 
man. He said: ‘My brother, why do you stand up here and cry this 
way? Lookin yonder valley. We have many tipis. On poles in front 
of my tipi hang many scalps that I have taken from the enemy. In front 
of our brother’s tipi also are many scalps. We have many women and 
children that we have captured. We also have many ponies. Come, 
let us go down and see our brother. Let us talk about going north to 
our country.” But the young man said nothing, and so the medicine- 
