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The people did come and found him in his own cave, and they were 
surprised to find him a well man. He asked for some blue beads, 
native tobacco, a black silk handkerchief, and some eagle feathers. 
These they gave him, and in the night he went to Scalped-Man’s cave 
and gave him the presents. The man came back to his people and they 
returned to the village. 
When they arrived, the Medicine-Men’s ceremony was in progress, 
and on every night the different medicine-men were performing some 
sleight-of-hand performances that were taught them by different animals. 
The man went at once to the medicine-lodge, and asked that he be per- 
mitted to do some sleight-of-hand. The first thing he did was to throw 
his voice in different directions so that there seemed to be many people 
speaking, when really there was only he. Medicine-men were all surprised 
and they called him the wonderful man, but other people who had 
heard that this man had been living with Scalped-Man, called him 
Scalped-Man. 
While they were having the Medicine-Men’s ceremony, a cry was 
given that the enemy were about to attack the village, and the men rushed 
out to meet the attack. Among the enemy was one who seemed to have 
power to make the arrows go to one side or the other and not pierce him, 
and to ward off blows so that he could not be wounded. The people 
began to be frightened by his power, and cried for more help. The 
wounded man, who had become a medicine-man, was in the medicine- 
lodge. When he heard the cry he arose, covered his body with white 
clay, put the downy feather in his hair, hung an eagle-wing whistle about 
his neck, then took in his left hand some pieces of wild sage and in his 
right a small war club and started forth. He blew his whistle, and as he 
blew it he ran so fast that he seemed to be carried by the wind. He saw 
that his people were retreating before the enemy, and so he ran around 
and attacked them from the rear. Some of the men turned and tried 
to shoot him, but the arrows went to the right and left of him. The 
wonderful man, who also had power to escape arrows, ran to attack him, 
but the man raised his small war club and hit him a blow on the head 
that felled him, and he rolled over dead. As soon as he fell dead, the 
enemy gave way and became frightened. The man rushed into their 
midst and struck another, and another, until he had killed many, and 
then he turned back and went into the medicine-lodge. When the rest 
of the warriors returned to the village, they spoke of a certain man who 
was so covered with white clay that they could not tell who he was, but 
they all talked of his great bravery. He became a great medicine-man 
and warrior, and though he fought in many battles he was never injured. 
